When the hand-to-hand combat here began, Kosuke Bandu smiled, laughed very happily, and even closed his eyes in his heart and breathed a sigh of relief! But Zhu Chunfang and the others hugged their heads and were annoyed, "Why don't I send troops, now fight with bayonets, I'm afraid the little devil is really going to run away!" ”

He is a little declining, and the bayonet fight with the little devil is too hanging, just like a ram and a cow in absolutely, and the difference in size cannot be avoided.

But everything that followed seemed to have made their world view completely reversed!

If it was the usual kind of fighting, I was really afraid that the independent regiment would be breached, but at the moment of life and death, many people still have a sense of the overall situation in their minds, and some soldiers saw the place where the little devils were gathered, and as soon as they pulled the grenade on the waistband of their trousers, they rushed over with smoke.

It's only been a few seconds, huh? When the little devil couldn't react, he died together. One person is fine, but what about ten, twenty? This kind of is like suicidal, more paranoid than the militarism of the Japanese army. Although the power of this grenade is not large, hand-to-hand combat, there are more than a dozen people on one square meter, which is too dense. The little devil was scared all at once.

Yoshida's voice was almost hoarse, and he even personally split a Japanese recruit who was a little timid and did not dare to move forward, and the command knife was still dripping with blood, full of anger.

That's what it takes to kill dozens of people in minutes.

After a few decades, some of them have turned into loess and are buried in the land they love so much, while some of them have spent decades of their lives alone. When volunteers found a veteran at a temple fair, he was rummaging through the food in the trash can, and the lamb skewers still had a little shredded meat on them. Each of these points is especially cherished for him.

When someone asks him if he has a grudge. He just smiled and said, "I left her blood in this country because she is a mother." My son is dead, what qualifications do I have to ask my mother for something, I just feel that I have a clear conscience."

Who is the leader of the society! Defend my China with blood.

This stalemate and fighting situation stunned Kosuke Banto, he rubbed his eyes, full of disbelief, according to the plot, the imperial army charged. The people of China should have collapsed, how could it be so difficult now. And vaguely to crush the Japanese army.

This made him very uneasy!

I always feel like I'm really going to plant this time!

But Zhu Chunfang had already bitten the tip of his tongue deeply, and the smell of blood from it immediately refreshed his brain a lot, and pain was the most effective means of stimulation. Trembling, he turned his head to look at Liu Jingyue, who was pointing behind the side, and said, "Am I dazzled, the soldiers of this independent regiment are so fucking fierce?"

Liu Jingyue also nodded in agreement, a trace of shock flashed on his face, he was sure that although he had seen many troops who dared to fight, but now the independent regiment was completely like a suicide! Are these soldiers warriors who are not afraid?

He swallowed softly. Zhu Chunfang felt a little unwilling in her heart! Are the soldiers of your own brigade inferior to each other? At a glance, the 225th Regiment was a little stalemate, it was a headache, and I almost ordered the whole army to attack! I am going to learn hand-to-hand combat, too. But the only bit of rationality still blocked him. Don't rush with blood, there are still a few troops under the Japanese army, and you are equal to going down. I'm afraid I won't be here!

"Hey" sighed slightly, Liu Jingyue and he are old partners. My heart was very bright, and I looked at my eyes. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Brigade seat, thousands of troops are easy to get, and it is difficult to find!" This Tang Zi'an can leave a little impression in the heart of the military seat, there must be something extraordinary, but these are all forced to come"

Zhu Chunfang nodded, this time it really hit him, and he snatched the guard's steel helmet and put it on his head, "Go!" Lao Tzu is also going to the front line, killing a few little devils with itchy hands"

Liu Jingyue shook his head a little helplessly, what a person is this, competing for the limelight with a rising star, but there is no first in the text, and there is no second in the martial arts. This is the beginning of China's military war, and there has been this saying.

That person didn't want to steal the limelight, but sometimes it took the life of a martial artist to fill it, nothing was so easy, Liu Jingyue knew very well that as long as Tang Cheng was not careful, he would really be martyred.

At this time, Tang Cheng's eyes were a little unable to open, and the blood kept dripping into his eyes, making him very uncomfortable, and he opened it slightly in a daze, and saw several little devils rushing over with their teeth and claws, and the bayonets in their hands stabbed at him fiercely.

"Get out of here!" Gao Kai and Huan Xingtao, as guards, of course would not let Tang Cheng be harmed, and they greeted them with a wolf howl on the spot. Don't look at their age, but their eyes are really dark, and when they go up, they hit the little devil's lower body, and they are really addicted to the sound of broken eggs.

The little devils were a little scrambling, and the men in this place probably couldn't bear it, so they hurriedly took the bayonet and blocked it, but this little man was flexible, and when he saw that the other party was blocking, he was hitting other very fragile and painful places.

Anyway, the moves are so insidious, quite a bit of Tang City's style.

Tang Cheng wiped the blood on his forehead, his teeth were stained red, and his mouth was full of the smell of blood, which looked like Liu was like a demon who had just washed his blood, and he was hard with a big blade.

The fight on the battlefield is about opening and closing, the art of killing the enemy is not the method of health preservation, many famous heroes, small-scale group fights can still lose their temper, but if there are more than 1,000 people in the frontal fight, I am afraid ...... It's really possible that it will be clicked off in minutes.

A few knives fell, and the speed was extremely fast, and the Japanese soldiers were cut to the ground on the spot.

"Kill!"

This is destined to be hand-to-hand combat that no one will pay much attention to, and these fresh lives killed in battle are nothing more than cold data on the commander's desk. When the war is over, a martyr's cemetery will be built, but the question is, who will go there?

As a later saying goes, "This is a popular Korean drama in this world, not history!" ”

is also like a particularly famous saying: a nation that has forgotten its history will only be slowly eliminated!

Could it be that China has been in trouble for 5,000 years. Contemporary century-old shame is not comparable to the tidbits of a former vassal state? Is this sadness or the extinction of the hidden culture?

Warriors! Drink this bowl of hometown wine, let the blood stain your chest! Stand up your backbone, no matter who understands me or not, I just hope that Tang Tang and China must not die at the hands of us, otherwise a hundred years later, I will be ashamed of my ancestors!

Ten thousand ancestors must not be blinded!

A thousand graves will not rest in peace!

Hundreds of sects are not allowed to enter the ancestral hall! (To be continued.) )