The devils are used to being arrogant on the Chinese battlefield, they didn't expect that in their own occupied areas, they would be beaten by guerrillas with comparable strength, after the first round of bullet rain, in the face of such strong firepower, the devils were suddenly a little blind, their commander even issued an order to prepare to retreat, but unfortunately their grenadiers were not very lucky, in the explosion of the wave of grenades just now, they were either injured or died, and at this time the rest of the devils could only crawl to pick up the grenadiers.

"Puff puff ......"

But the devils kept being shot, and the blood mist was splashing, and the devil soldiers were struggling on the unobstructed streets.

"Bang!"

Feng Ye lay on his stomach at the entrance of the alley, raised his rifle, and shot hard at the devil.

"Dang!"

The machine guns that the devils fired at the alleys ceased, and Feng Ye was still used to hitting the machine gunners of the devils, which was a sniper shooting habit he had formed for a long time.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

With just one magazine, there were several devils lying around the two machine guns here, not all of them were killed by Feng Yi, and the other brothers also had results.

"Almost, quick and quick, rush!"

Feng Ye shouted, and he didn't bother to load the rifle inside, and directly pulled out the shell gun.

"Brethren! Come on! ”

Wang Ning roared, and rushed up with more than a dozen brothers in the alley, they were chased and killed by devils all the way, and they had already been on fire.

"Rush!"

The roar that erupted from this side reminded Gao Yurong, who roared, took out his bayonet, stuck it on the holder of the Type 38 rifle, and jumped out of the house.

"Rush!"

A whole row of doors were opened, and the brothers shouted and bravely charged at the remaining devils in the street.

"Follow me!"

Behind the side, Wang Lun and Min were roaring at the same time, and they heard the shouts of dozens of brothers here.

"Kill and give!"

In the face of attacks from three sides, the devil was not afraid at all, and when the second lieutenant officer was here, he pulled out the saber at his waist and shouted counter-charge, white-knuckle fighting, which has always been the devil's forte.

"Puff puff ......"

The white-knuckle battle is simple and tragic, the bright bayonet with strong kinetic energy, pierced into the body in the swing of the master, the pierced person falls, the pierced man continues to thrust forward, until he is stabbed by the enemy's bayonet, and the death of both sides is often in a flash.

"Puff puff ......"

There were devils and guerrilla brothers who were wailing and rolling on the ground, blood was constantly flying in the streets, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

At this time, in the face of injured or dead comrades-in-arms, the living have no time to grieve and rescue, if they don't kill all this devil, whether they can go away or not has to be said, Feng Ye Ke still remembers, there are still more than a dozen puppet soldiers who have not appeared, this puppet army does not know when to join the battlefield, and the puppet army will sometimes become an important weight on the battlefield.

"When, poof......"

The same bayonets, the same rifles, the guerrillas and the devil soldiers were fighting together, the bayonets colliding violently, mixed with roars and wails, and the sound of bayonets entering the flesh softened the ears of the ears.

"Yaga!"

The devils are constantly cursing, they are facing attacks from three sides, and in the panic, there will always be a situation of fighting more with less, which is very disadvantageous in white-knuckle warfare.

"Bang, bang, bang......"

Feng Ye fired three shots when he rushed out, and he never dared to shoot again, because the brothers were entangled with the devils, and he was afraid of killing his brothers.

"Poof!"

Holding the bayonet in his left hand, Feng Yi strode forward, and after the bayonet wiped the life of a devil soldier who pounced on him, he continued to move forward, and when the blood flew, another devil fell to the ground.

"Ahh

A brother fell to the ground wailing, a sharp bayonet leaving his stomach, and the devil soldier raised his foot with bared teeth, ready to pounce on the next Chinese soldier.

"Yikes!"

One of the brothers next to him no longer had a rifle or bayonet in his hand, and he pounced with both hands, and directly pounced on the devil, and the two men kept rolling on the ground, scuffling with each other.

"Yikes!"

It's a pity that the stout devil obviously has better physical strength, and soon pressed this brother under him, his hands stuck around this brother's neck, and pressed down hard, this brother resisted in vain with his own hands, and the blood rushing to his brain made his eyes red.

"Poof!"

A bayonet stabbed the devil in the back, revealing the tip of the knife in the devil's chest.

"Boom!"

Zhang Chuan kicked the devil to the ground with his foot.

"Get up if you're fine."

Zhang Chuan shouted and pounced on the next devil.

"Kill!"

Feng Ye roared angrily and plunged the bayonet into the devil's chest, and the devil soldier grabbed the bayonet with both hands in pain, and Feng Yi tried in vain.

"Horsewoman's!"

Feng Yi cursed, let go, and kicked the devil's crotch, the devil let out a miserable howl like killing a pig, let go of his hands, and curled up and fell to the ground.

Feng Yi ignored the bayonet stuck in the devil's chest, bent down to pick up a rifle, inserted the shell gun back into his waist, and held it in both hands.

This is a 38 rifle, the body of the gun and the bayonet are dripping with the same blood, slimy in his hand, Feng Yi doesn't know if this is the blood of the devil or the blood of his own brothers, he just wants to kill all the devils now.

"Yikes!"

The devil lieutenant solved the two guerrilla soldiers who rushed over, and his fierce gaze swept over, just as he met Feng Ye pulling out a bayonet from the chest and abdomen of a devil, and the two people's eyes met.

"Yikes!"

The two men roared at the same time and rushed towards each other.

"Dang!"

The saber under the devil slashed at the body of the gun, making a crisp sound.

"Boom!"

Feng Yi moved the body of the gun, and the butt of the gun smashed hard at the devil with the cooperation of the pace, and the devil stumbled, and his body fell like a left.

"Dang!"

The second lieutenant of the devil swung his saber and blocked the bayonet that Feng Ye followed.

"Hoo ......"

The second lieutenant officer stabilized his figure, his eyes staring at Feng Yi deadly.

"Little devil, go die!"

Feng Yi's eyes were blood-red, his rifle was held in both hands, his steps moved, and the bayonet stabbed at the second lieutenant officer fiercely.

"When, when, when......"

"Huhuhu......"

The knife came to the gun, and a few rounds passed in a blink of an eye, and both of them were gasping violently, and the work of fighting bayonets was too physically demanding.

Feng Yi and Second Lieutenant Murakami were both very nervous, and they both knew that they had run into hard stubble.

"Puff, puff......"

But Murakami forgot that his devil soldiers gradually disappeared in the white-knuckle battle, and the wails of the wounded guerrillas were left on the streets, and there were no more screams.

This is a white-knuckle battle, the battle is short and tragic, the white knife goes in and the red knife comes out, there is no room for maneuver when it comes to hard encounters, and the two sides are either you die or I die.

"Brother, brother, hold on!"

Zhang Chuan's voice rang out, and he shouted in a crying voice, holding down a brother on the ground, who was bleeding from his chest.

“……”

The soldier lying on the ground looked painful and wanted to say something, but blood kept coming out of his mouth, and in the end he didn't say it, pointing in the direction of Feng Yi and losing his breath.