The retreating procession, which was originally somewhat orderly, was just a mess, pushing and even trampling on each other, trying to escape from this land that represented death. The Chinese soldiers on the other side, who were once no rivals, are now invincible enemies for everyone here—no, at this moment, the Chinese Expeditionary Force is a disaster for these Japanese soldiers, a god of death who has come to harvest their lives.

"Oh Lao Tzu! These Japanese melon babies are sprinkled like shrimp!" a Chinese expeditionary force with a Sichuan accent shouted to his comrades as he ran out of bullets in the chamber of his gun and stuffed a new magazine into the chamber of his gun.

"Charge! Let those devils be rampant! Lao Tzu has long wanted to give them such a ruthless blow!" shouted the company commander to the side, and all the Chinese soldiers stuck bayonets in their muzzles, ready to launch a final charge against their enemies.

In the past, when a bayonet was inserted into his rifle, everyone was in a helpless mood. This often means that they have no bullets again, and they are forced to fight white-knuckle battles with the devils who rush up, and at that time, everyone is full of helplessness and frustration that their country's industrial production capacity is not as good as others. How often, as long as there are dozens of bullets, as long as there are a few more grenades, the Chinese soldiers will be able to hold their positions and not raise their hands against these Japanese soldiers?

Now, this time, it's different. The soldiers of the expeditionary force still had bullets in their hands, and everyone was not passively beaten on the position, but took the initiative to attack and block the way of this group of devils. This time, everyone confidently inserted the bayonet into the muzzle, in order to let this group of devil soldiers see that there are also old and young masters who can fight on the land of China, and when they can't eat and have no bullets, they are still Chinese soldiers who can fight better!

"Kill!" a Chinese soldier rushed out of the ambush position with his rifle in his hand, and the sound of shouting and killing was everywhere in his ears, with various accents all over the country, and in addition to the sound of shouting and killing, there were more than that, that is, the whistling wind, and the cries of those comrades-in-arms in the past.

"Lao Tzu and these melon babies are fighting!" There are many expeditionary forces with Sichuan accents, and these Sichuan troops are quite brave in battle, and they are also very reassuring troops in the expeditionary force. Now that the war has come to this point, the Japanese army on the opposite side has obviously begun to rout, and everyone feels that it is even more unnecessary to restrain the troops who have already killed the red-eyed troops.

Think of the bestiality committed by the Japanese army on the land of China, think of those down-and-out hometowns and separated wives and children. How could these bastards let go? Everyone had a sullen breath in their hearts, and at this time, it burst out, turning into an indomitable momentum, rushing towards the once fierce and seemingly invincible enemy.

After a few rounds of gunfire, the Chinese Expeditionary Force began to charge, and on the Japanese side, there were very few people who put bayonets on their guns or then returned fire. These Japanese soldiers who showed off their might in the past ran away with their strength, and those who had no strength didn't even bother to shout surrender, so they had to sit numbly on the ground and wait for death.

Nakamura protected his subordinate Koike, and the two of them watched as the Chinese army rushed into the horizontal column of the Japanese army, as if two phalanxes had collided together in ancient times, sending out a blood-spattered collision. At this moment, the war changed from bloody to barbaric, and became hideous.

In white-knuckle combat, bayonets were red, and the Chinese army held bayonets like wolves into a flock of sheep, sharp or not sharp bayonets pierced into the bare bodies of Japanese soldiers, making a clattering sound - it was the sound of steel hitting bones, which made everyone creepy.

This scene in front of him reminded Nakamura of the scene when his troops had just entered Nanjing, and he took Koike and Yoshitake to show off their might on the streets of Nanjing with tanks. They indiscriminately machine-gun fire on the crowd, sieveing the unarmed and tied Chinese captives.

The feeling of dominating life and death, the feeling of being above other lives, really intoxicated the three of them. They even watched with great interest the killing contests performed by some of the officers, applauding and cheering for the sharp command knives of the officers, lamenting that the victory of the Imperial Japanese Army would last forever.

God knows how many Chinese soldiers and civilians he killed, 10 people, 20 people? In short, a lot, but he thinks that it is not a violation of international conventions, nor is it a violation of human nature - those Chinese soldiers are in rags, and the devil knows if they are real people, or guerrilla saboteurs hiding among the civilians? So he simply killed them all, and the security in those occupied areas was indeed much better, wasn't it?

He looked at the Chinese soldiers in front of him, holding a sharp bayonet, cutting the blade into the soft chest of the Japanese soldier, and when the red blood gushed out from the bloodletting groove of the bayonet and sprayed in all directions, he felt that his stomach was not very comfortable, but there was nothing in his stomach to vomit about.

The blood splattered everywhere flew everywhere as if the Chinese civilians in the occupied areas were hit by machine guns. Nakamura's fear also spreads as the red liquid spreads everywhere, he doesn't want to die here, he wants to go home to see his parents.

Koike followed Nakamura, even more alarmed by the scene before him, and he saw the Chinese troops shouting in all sorts of strange tones, as if they were a group of wild men, charging in the middle of the Japanese ranks. These Chinese soldiers are still as thin as before, still wearing thick leggings and tattered clothes...... But now they seem so tall that they can't be defeated.

If their tanks were still there, if these Chinese soldiers wanted to get close to here, they would have to kill dozens or even hundreds of soldiers, right? They would really take advantage of the fire to loot, and even chose such a time when our Imperial Japanese Army was the most vulnerable to attack, despicable, shameless, and obscene...... Bastard!

He didn't have the slightest sense of it, and he didn't think that China was strong for thousands of years before Japan was strong, and Japan only took advantage of China's short dark hundred years to achieve a comeback, and attacked China when it was at its most vulnerable—equally despicable and shameless...... Bastard.

The inferiority of human beings is vividly displayed here in Koike. He didn't think of himself at all when he insulted his opponent, anyway, the enemy is always despicable, shameless and evil, and he is always a righteous and good person. If "good people" can be defined in this way, then there are really too many good people in the world, so many that they are worthless.

Xiao Chi didn't want to die, so he raised his hands at a Chinese expeditionary force soldier who rushed over, the other party didn't look very old, even only a teenager, but that immature face was full of wind and frost unique to the war years. Koike watched as the other party lowered the weapon he was holding, and felt as if he could continue to live. He breathed a sigh of relief, looking at Nakamura, who also held his hands high, and even had a sense of happiness.

It's a pity that at the other end, a Chinese soldier has already raised his rifle, and there is no mention of how many prisoners will be taken in this battle, so the Chinese soldier who has never had a good impression of this group of beasts has temporarily forgotten the battlefield discipline of surrendering the gun and not killing at this moment. He calmly pulled the trigger, and a bullet flew out of the muzzle of his gun.

Bullets have no thoughts and feelings, and when they hit bad people's heads, they break bones, and they never show mercy when they hit people's chests. So just when Koike felt that the people in the Chinese army were all bastards, a flying bullet did not let him go because he thought he was a good person, but flew directly into his head.

The huge kinetic energy did not weaken by half a point because he felt that he should not die, and after the bullet was fully stirred, it landed on the ground in the distance with his eyeballs and some broken bones, and Xiao Chi was like an unbalanced sandbag, lying straight in the muddy water.

Nakamura watched Koike's head being smashed to pieces by bullets, watching Koike's blood splash on his face and clothes, and this inexplicable horror made his hairs suddenly stand on end: when he slaughtered the captives, he was so red-eyed and so disregarded for morality......

"I'm going to surrender! Don't kill me! Don't kill me!" he suddenly lowered his hands and pulled out from his waist the command knife inherited from his father, which had experienced the Sino-Japanese War and represented the glory of the Japanese army in that era.

It was only when he tightened his grip on the hilt that Nakamura regained a little sense of security, at least he knew that he was not unarmed, and at least he felt that he would not be slaughtered like Koike.

While brandishing his command knife, he screamed loudly: "I have already surrendered! Koike-kun has also surrendered! Why do you still shoot? Why don't you even spare the prisoners? You are ......?"

"Phew!" a Chinese officer with a German-made Mauser pistol in his hand had no patience to ramble with such a rebel wielding a long knife and shouting gibberish Japanese, and he opened fire without thinking, and the bullet hit Nakamura's chest, immediately closing his noisy mouth.

"What's the ghost screaming? If you win, you wield the command knife and the ghost screams, I can't control it...... If you lose, you can still toss so much. The officer continued to walk forward with someone stepping on Koike's corpse, and at the same time looked at Nakamura, who vomited blood and fell to the ground, and opened his mouth to scold.

Nakamura obviously didn't understand the words of the Chinese officer either, he just felt that his soul was beginning to burn, his strength was running out, and the Japanese army in front of him no longer seemed to be the invincible Imperial Japanese army, but just a group of prisoners on their knees - a group of clowns who were about to be mocked.