Chapter Seventy-Five: The Shock of Watching the Battle (Part II)!
Feng Ye continued to rush forward, and he didn't care about adjusting the shooting method of the barge gun, he just wanted to kill the devil as soon as possible and vent the anger in his heart!
"Kill!"
In the ruins, the big knives were wasted, the bayonets kept stabbing, and the little devils, like the brothers of the national army, were fighting in a roar.
"Little devil, I'll stone you to death!"
The rifle in his hand was gone, and a national drama brother knocked down a little devil, holding a piece of gravel in his hand, and smashed it into the little devil.
"Poof!"
A bayonet appeared in the brother's chest.
"Dang!"
"Poof!"
With the last of his strength, the brother smashed the stone on the little devil's head, and the steel helmet made a clanging sound, and the brother fell down unwillingly.
"Yaga!"
One of the devils roared, his hideous face distorted, and he looked like he was stabbing with all his might.
"Boom!"
An emaciated brother was kicked to the ground, and the little devil stabbed his bayonet into his heart with all his might.
"Ahh
The brother who fell to the ground let out a scream of pain, and watched helplessly as the devil kept plunging the bayonet into his body, struggling, screaming in pain, and soon fell to the ground and did not move.
More and more devils rushed in, screaming in both battlefields, and the officers of the devils seemed to be unconcerned about the left and right attacks, believing that their soldiers could deal with the enemy in the ruins.
All the soldiers in the ruins are fighting hand-to-hand with the devil, and no one cares about others in this cruel battlefield.
There were roars everywhere, screams everywhere, there were hundreds of devils who rushed into the ruins to fight and stabbed, the bayonets were full of blood, the devil soldiers with strong bodies faced the yellow-muscled and lean malnourished national army, coupled with the gap in stabbing skills, the brothers of the 67th Division kept falling, and it only took three minutes for Feng Yi to rush into the ruins of the battle, and two devils were overturned on the road, and the brothers on the ruins were stabbed to death.
In the rubble and on the ruins, there were devils everywhere and the brothers of the 67th Division were fighting together, the sound of bayonets stabbing through the human body, the roar of rage, the sound of bones shattering, and other sounds were mixed together, and there were shaking figures everywhere, and many brothers were still fighting with blood and still fighting until their blood ran dry and their breath was exhausted......
"Kill!"
The shouts of killing in the ruins shook the sky, and the criminal soldiers in the ruins behind were still watching the battle, silently cheering for the brothers of the 67th Division one by one, and some people wanted to stand up and help them, but their legs seemed to be filled with lead, and they couldn't move at all......
"Yaga!"
The devil soldiers are deeply educated by the Japanese ****, one by one, they are not afraid of death, and the injured devils are even more ferocious, just like injured beasts, as long as they don't die, they will scream and pounce on the nearby soldiers, and the madness on their faces makes the criminal soldiers watching the battle behind them even more trembling.
"Come on, little devil!"
The two soldiers shouted, and together they slashed a devil to the ground, the devil's steel helmet was smashed by the butt of the gun and flew out, blood flowed down his hair and cheeks, the two soldiers kicked and breathed, followed by pounced, the veterans on the battlefield know, don't think that the enemy is dead when he falls, the best way to confirm their death is to stab a bayonet into the enemy's chest, or cut off the enemy's head.
"Hehe......"
The devil soldiers on the ground did not panic, and a strange smile appeared on their faces covered with blood.
"Dang!"
The sound of a melon grenade slamming against a hard object sounded.
"I'm coming!"
The brother in front kicked the brother who had just cooperated to the ground, and then bravely pounced, and together with the little devil on the ground, his body pressed against his body, face to face.
"Boom!"
Flesh and blood flew all over the sky, and this brave soldier, together with the devil, was directly blown to pieces by the melon grenade, and a burst of blood rain fell in the sky......
The reason why the white-knuckle battle is tragic is because in such a battle, the losing side will all be killed, and the victorious side will also suffer heavy casualties, unless one side has an absolute advantage, and the devils firmly believe that they have an absolute advantage, a squadron of more than 200 devils, divided into two sides to sprint, in the devil's calculations, the Chinese army in the ruins is at most one company, it is impossible to have more.
Counted, two companies and a squadron have the same number of devils, but the devils' white-knuckle combat is even more ferocious, they are not only physically strong, but the important thing is that the tactical literacy is not comparable to the Chinese army.
In this case, as long as the two sides scuffle together like a street fight, then the Chinese army can contend with each other, because the weapons of the fight are fists, teeth and other basic things, and they have to try to kill each other.
Feng Ye rushed all the way over, trying to clean up the devils with the shell gun in his hand, but the closer he got to the center of the stab, the more he couldn't shoot, now Feng Ye has reinserted the shell gun back into his waist, and the two bayonets in his hand are rushing left and right, killing until now, he can't remember how many devils he has killed, and the red-eyed Feng Yi just wants to make all the devils become corpses.
"Poof!"
Another brother of the 67th Division lay on the ground, looking at the corpse that gradually became cold, and Feng told himself that it was his brother, and like himself, they were all Chinese.
"Kill!"
Through the angry cry to vent the sadness in his heart, Feng Yi just wanted to kill fiercely.
"Yaga!"
Similarly, Feng Yi, who had killed all the way like a killing god, also aroused the devil's idea, and a devil officer brandished a command knife and rushed over with two devils.
"Yaga!"
The two devils shouted, they didn't dodge or dodge Feng Ng's bayonet, they directly locked Feng Ng's bayonet with their chests, and then hugged Feng Que with four hands, and the ghost officer's command knife with a cold light reflected the bewitching light and fell from the top of Feng Ng's head!
"Ahh
It's not only the devil who has the courage to die, for the brothers of the 67th Division, stepping on Luodian again is going to die.
A brother shouted, knocked down the soldier who was raising his sword, and then used his hands to protect the devil and pressed it with his body.
"Poof! Poof! Poof! ”
The devil officer smirked, and he didn't know when there was an extra bayonet in his hand, and the bayonet was inserted from the ribs of this brother, and then pulled it out again, and stabbed it again, again and again, the corner of the mouth of the brother holding the devil officer kept bleeding, and as the blood flowed out, he fell down weakly.
"Ahh
Feng Ye watched his brother being stabbed to death by the bayonet of the devil officer, roared angrily, and when his shoulders trembled, the two devils flew out, which is the backer in Chinese martial arts, but it is not as sharp as the legend, it is only enough to shake the enemy away.
The two devils with knives in their chests couldn't get up anymore after they fell to the ground, Feng Yi's entire military uniform was covered with blood, and he rushed towards the devil's officer angrily.
"Yaga!"
The devil officer was not afraid at all, holding a knife in both hands, squatting on both legs, obviously also practiced, and his eyes watched Feng Yi approach step by step.
"Tide!"
The devil's right foot stepped on the ground, and a knife was cut out, Feng Yi just walked into the attack distance of his command knife, and in the face of the two bayonets in his hand, the devil officer could give full play to the advantage of being one inch long and one inch strong.