Anti-Japanese War Korean Crazy

If you spin too slowly, you will be stabbed in the chest by the devil, and if you spin too hard, you will be stabbed in the back by the devil. Both of them will cause serious injuries. Sun Desheng knows very well that once you lose your combat power when fighting with bayonets, you will be stabbed in the back. What are you waiting for, only death is waiting for you.

Sun Desheng is a man who accepts death and is a decisive person. Without any hesitation, he quickly turned his upper body to the right, exposing his left arm, leaving the old devil's bayonet, and the saber held in his right hand. At the same time, he quickly swung horizontally, wanting to Push aside the Japanese bayonets.

But this old devil's strength is not small, and he stabbed with all his strength with the bayonet tightly in both hands.

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If Sun Desheng could block the back of the erected saber on his arm, he would naturally be able to block the tip of the devil's bayonet, but he is not a legendary martial arts master, so naturally he cannot do so.

The saber slashed on the blade of the bayonet, making a harsh clanging sound, but the result was only a slight change in the trajectory of the Japanese bayonet.

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The gleaming bayonet stabbed fiercely into the left half of Sun Desheng's left arm, and the corner of the old devil's mouth showed a bit of complacency, but before he could be shocked, Sun Desheng endured the severe pain, and the saber he swung in his right hand A knife was slashed on his neck.

The blood sprayed out from the neck again splashed more than three feet.

Sun Desheng withdrew his saber without changing his face, and roared angrily: "Kill!"

The sound of one person shouting to kill can also shake the sky!

The soldiers of the reinforced company who were fighting with bayonets, and the soldiers of the reinforced company who were launching a final distance charge towards the Japanese army, were all shocked.

The enemy was immediately three points weaker. Perhaps out of awe of this invincible momentum, there were no devils around Sun Desheng for the time being.

Sun Desheng retracted the saber, from the previous posture of holding the saber tightly with both hands, to holding the saber with one hand, and killed two devils indirectly in a few breaths, without even blinking his eyes.

He straightened up and continued to look for the next enemy. The blood on his left arm was gurgling, and the thin shirt had been soaked in crimson red.

This is the battlefield, even though there was severe pain in his left arm, the loss of blood caused the original vitality to drain quickly, but Sun Desheng didn't have the slightest time to deal with the wound.

In the fierce hand-to-hand combat, you have to keep killing devils, otherwise you will be killed by devils.

From the beginning to the end, Sun Desheng didn't even look at his left arm, he just assumed that the left arm was no longer his own, and used this hint of transfer to let himself ignore all the pain.

At this moment, the soldiers of the company are like a group of lunatics, a group of lunatics who want to eat a piece of meat from the enemy and drink a mouthful of blood.

When the blood-soaked Sun Desheng, as the soul of the company, was fighting at the tip of a knife, raising his arms and shouting, this madman group immediately reached the peak of madness.

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The vanguard bought time for the follow-up team to follow up.

A company of more than 200 soldiers who were still fighting was completely mixed up with the Japanese army. The gray, green, and colorful clothes were dazzling.

Yoshida Shimono looked at this Eighth Route Army team in shock, and two words flashed in his mind, "crazy".

Does this team seem to be here to kill the enemy?It was clearly a group of desperate lunatics. Looking at the entire battlefield of hand-to-hand swords, almost all of them were fighting with their lives for their lives.

The soldiers of the first company seemed to be convinced that their own number was greater than that of the devils, and they didn't care about their own lives when they fought with bayonets.

The enemy's bayonet is sent to my chest, and my bayonet is also sent to the enemy's chest at the same time. The devil cut off my arm, and I will cut off his head. His strength is great, and my knife is ruthless. The knife is not life, the knife is exchanged for the enemy's life, the worst is to die together.

Japanese soldiers were really good at fighting bayonets, but there was a premise that they must face normal enemies.

They have never heard of enemies like this one that is completely unreasonable, one by one like crazy, fighting with their lives for their lives.

This style of play is amazing. Once your enemy completely ignores his own life, it is conceivable that he will go forward bravely with every knife, and he will have no scruples in every fight.

And you, while trembling with fear, will give birth to some fear.

This Chinese battlefield, just under this inconspicuous hillside, finally left a shocking scene that Yoshida Shimono will never forget.

Shrouded by this shock, Yoshida Shimono even felt fear in his heart.

The imperial soldiers had always been fearless in fighting bayonets, but this time it seemed that history had been rewritten. The Japanese soldiers of the Yoshida Squadron began to retreat gradually in timidity.

Without Yoshida Shimono's order, the Japanese soldiers were already afraid, and they subconsciously didn't want to fight these lunatics.

In addition, this cunning Eighth Route Army seems to have tampered with the rifles. Most of them are [-]-type rifles, but a piece of wood has been extended at the bottom of the butt, although it is only more than ten centimeters.

In this tragic hand-to-hand combat battlefield, the principle of "one inch strong and one inch long" is still very applicable. Coupled with the continuous and desperate style of play, when the two sides first contacted, Yoshida Squadron could still have the absolute upper hand.

But the more you fight, the more frightened you become, and the more you fight, the more shocking you become.

Although he was an enemy, Yoshida Shimono still looked at the figure of Sun Desheng who was fighting at the front with admiration. He knew that it was this bloody figure that completely inspired the bloodiness and madness of all the enemies.

"Lotus を Explosion して, retreat! Blow up the luggage, retreat!"

Yoshida Shimono yelled orders, and at the same time quietly aimed the muzzle of his gun at the figure that was still fighting hard not far from him.

He knew that this kind of behavior was despicable and shameless, but he had no choice, he couldn't show any mercy to the enemy.

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The sound made by the pistol seemed so insignificant on the entire battlefield.

However, the effect achieved was fruitful, and Sun Desheng, who was already covered in blood, fell headlong amidst the exclamation of the crowd.

"Early く retreat せよ! Quickly retreat, retreat!"

The Yoshida Squadron began to retreat quickly, blowing up their heavy machine guns and taking other easily portable weapons with them.

But Yoshida Shimono made a fatal mistake, a mistake that made him regret it.

He should never have knocked Sun Desheng down while retreating, because he never knew how unquenchable anger this behavior would cause the enemy.

"Kill, avenge the company commander!"

The canthus of the company's long eyes were completely cracked. At this moment, he could neither hear nor see anything in his mind. He only had one thought, to kill the devil in front of him, kill it, and avenge the battalion commander.

The soldiers of a company also witnessed the fall of the battalion commander Sun Desheng, and their anger pushed their madness to the highest peak.

Now they are no longer looking for any tactics, as long as it is a method that can kill the enemy, no one will hesitate at all.

Yoshida Squadron wants to evacuate at this time?Wishful thinking, a company of soldiers risked their lives to pursue them, like a piece of brown candy, a piece of brown candy that can kill you at any time, sticking to the back of Yoshida Squadron, if you don’t kill the last devil, no matter how you throw it away Can't get rid of it.

In the rear of the company, Huang Shicheng was closely guarded by the soldiers of the defense platoon.

Huang Shicheng suddenly had an inexplicable feeling in his heart. He didn't know whether he was worried or happy at the moment. He had witnessed Sun Desheng's fall, and he also knew what kind of storm was coming because of Sun Desheng's fall. .

Facing such a bloody battle, he felt only shock and admiration in his heart, but he didn't seem to have any regrets. He still felt that all his actions today were reasonable.

In war, sacrifice is inevitable. He saw that the Yoshida Squadron had been completely defeated. This battle was won because of Huang Shicheng's command.

"Comrades, did you see it? We have won." Huang Shicheng shouted excitedly.

But beside him, none of the soldiers in the defense platoon made a sound, their backs were facing Huang Shicheng, all of them showed contempt and ridicule on their faces