By the time Jin Zhao returned to the battlefield again, the little devils had already rushed into a distance of fifty meters. The soldiers of the first battalion also began to work hard, grenades beckoned to the little devil's head like no money, and in the midst of the explosion, the little devils were constantly blown to pieces. There are even red-eyed soldiers, holding light machine guns at the little devils who rushed up is a crazy strafing, although many little devils have been beaten into a hornet's nest, but the price is also very painful, these people were all shot accurately by the little devils without exception.

At this time, the little devils were also red-eyed, and at a distance of fifty meters, it only took a few seconds to rush over in one go. As long as they rushed to the position, the little devils believed that with the bravery of the imperial army, they would definitely be able to break through the defense line of the Chinese people in one fell swoop. So the little devils rushed up desperately towards the position of the first battalion one by one. At this time, few people pay attention to any tactical movements, and at such a close distance, even if you are the reincarnation of Amaterasu, a shuttle of machine gun bullets can sweep you into a grim reaper. Now what we pay attention to is one word, that is, fast, only by rushing to the position at the fastest speed can we get a glimmer of life, otherwise we can only be ruthlessly strangled by the bullets fired from the opposite side.

Jin Zhao rushed to the position and swept over with a shuttle of bullets at the little devil who rushed up. The theoretical rate of fire of the M1928A1 is 600 rounds / min, and the actual rate of fire is about 225-300 rounds / min. In other words, a magazine of thirty rounds will only take a few seconds to shoot. Jin Zhao emptied the bullets in the gun as quickly as he could, and at the same time took the lives of four or five little devils. It wasn't until he heard the crisp sound of the firing pin striking from the gun that Jin Zhao threw the submachine gun on the ground, grabbed his own ghost-headed broadsword that had been cut into the gap, and shouted, "Brothers! Kill devils with Lao Tzu! Rush! ”

"Kill the devil!" Hearing the shouts of the battalion commander, the soldiers of the first battalion grabbed their broadswords one after another, or drew their bayonets and hung them on their rifles, and rushed out of the trenches without hesitation.

When the little devil saw that the soldiers of the first battalion had rushed out, he was stunned for a moment, and then excitedly withdrew the bullets in the gun, and rushed forward with a bayonet and a strange scream.

Jin Zhao rushed out first, and was soon surrounded by a few little devils, but Jin Zhao was not afraid of danger, and the big blades flew one after another, and he chopped over the two little devils in a blink of an eye. I have to say that the level of the little devil's stabbing is still quite good, and in the Pacific Theater, the American GIs who were not good at white-knuckle warfare suffered a big loss under the hands of the little devil. But the little devil also has a fatal weakness, that is, the tactics are too rigid, and there are so many tricks over and over again, which is okay if you deal with those enemies who have not fought with the little devil, but for a veteran like Jin Zhao who is familiar with the routines of the little devil, then these tricks are not enough to see. And Jin Zhao is not as honest as the little devil, and from time to time he makes some bad moves, and the little devil can't parry it at all. One of the most commonly used tricks is to hold the little devil's bayonet with a knife, and then fly up and go straight to the root of the little devil's life, although Jin Zhao's kick strength is not as good as some international players, and he can kick people's testicles at once, but at least it can make the little devil temporarily lose his combat effectiveness, and then Jin Zhao unceremoniously made up for it, and directly sent the little devil to see their Amaterasu. Encountering an insidious opponent like Jin Zhao who does not play cards according to common sense can only be the misfortune of the little devil. Therefore, in less than three minutes, there were more than five little devils who fell under Jin Zhao's knife.

Fighting bayonets, Jin Zhao's good friend Li Long is naturally indispensable, this kid is also a fierce man, just look at his big knife with minced meat and constantly dripping blood, just at this moment, there are not a few little devils who fall under his knife. At this time, the two brothers were leaning together for a short rest, although there were several little devils around them, but due to the momentum of the two, no one dared to take the lead in attacking.

Li Long smiled and said, "Brother! Our brothers are also experienced in a hundred battles, and they have killed people before, but they have never been so happy as today! ”

"That's nature!" Jin Zhao said loudly, "In the past, our own people beat our own people, no matter how many people we killed, what kind of ability is it, but today we are fighting for the country, and we are killing little devils." Even if you and my brother are unfortunate enough to sacrifice their lives for the country, then we are also heroes who sacrificed for the country, and we will be remembered for a hundred generations! ”

Li Long laughed and said, "Lao Tzu doesn't understand any big truths, and I never thought that one day I would be famous for a hundred years!" Lao Tzu only saw this group of Oriental bastards on my Chinese territory, Lao Tzu can't see it, since Lao Tzu has seen it, Lao Tzu has to chop up these turtle bastards, let them know that my Chinese people are not so easy to bully, and my Chinese people's territory can't tolerate him Oriental Seeds! ”

"Good!" Jin Zhao praised loudly, "Then let's chop up all these wild Oriental dumplings and feed them to the dogs!" ”

"Kill!" The two of them let out a roar at the same time, and then raised the big knife in their hands and slashed at the little devil's head.

Yamamoto Shaosa saw that the soldiers of the first battalion actually took the initiative to rush out of the trenches and conduct white-knuckle battles with the army, and he was still excited, thinking that this was just a stupid act of seeking death for the Chinese people, and the Chinese people could not be the opponents of the heroic imperial army, especially in white-knuckle warfare, the imperial army with bushido as the spiritual pillar would definitely be able to easily defeat the Chinese people, but Yamamoto Shaosa obviously forgot the fact that the Chinese people were his ancestors in the white-knuckle war, and when the Chinese people played with knives, He's an Oriental devil who eats in the forest wearing leaves! As soon as the two sides fought, Yamamoto Shaozuo's face became gloomy, because he finally realized that the Chinese army in front of him was definitely not inferior to the Yue army in white-knuckle combat.

Yamamoto Shaozo frowned and beckoned a second lieutenant to him, "Watanabe-kun, you return to the fleet with the landing craft." ”

Second Lieutenant Watanabe didn't understand what Yamamoto Shaosa meant for a while, and said with a frown and doubts, "Your Excellency Shaoza, who are you?" ”

Yamamoto Shaozo suddenly said earnestly, "There was a god of war in ancient China, who once broke the cauldron to boost morale, won nine battles and nine victories, and eventually became a generation of hegemony!" Today, I should emulate this god of war in China and defeat this Chinese army with the determination to break through the cauldron and sink the ship. ”

Looking at Yamamoto Shaoza's smug expression, Second Lieutenant Watanabe said hesitantly, "Your Excellency Shaoza! Isn't this too risky! ”

Yamamoto Shaoza's face instantly turned cold, "Yaga! Do you think that our Imperial Army will not be able to defeat these despicable Chinese pigs? Obey orders! ”

Second Lieutenant Watanabe bowed vigorously in fright, and said "Hayi! Hayi! ”