Rise from the sword

Chapter 381 The monk's red spear, Wang Xikui's bayonet

"Divide the rest of the bullets."

Entering the village and joining the last batch of soldiers from the first battalion and one company, Li Yunlong quickly distributed the last batch of ammunition while organizing people to set up a simple position.

In the battle just now, everyone had almost consumed all the bullets they carried, and if the fight continued, they would have to fight with bayonets.

Leader Li Datuan felt a little headache when he thought of fighting the bayonet.

He is carrying a ghost knife and never leaves his hand.

But now in the company, one-third of the soldiers are equipped with submachine guns, not bayonets at all. Fortunately, in the previous battle in Xinzhuang, a lot of [-] caps with bayonets were captured, and the bayonet training in the regiment did not relax at all.

but······
He also has the same idea now, if he can not fight the bayonet, he will not fight the bayonet.

The little devil's bayonet fighting skills are really good, even in the second-line division. Of course, his independent regiment is not bad, but the bayonet casualties are too high. The soldiers under his hands are all treasures, and Captain Li is reluctant.

"Regimental Commander, more than 100 devil cavalry were found."

Wang Gensheng reported what he had discovered.

"cavalry!"

Li Yunlong frowned.

In this plain area, it is not a good thing to meet devil cavalry. Although they are not afraid of cavalry, the opponent can linger on their side like a cowhide plaster, and they can't get rid of them at all.

"Commander, we are running out of ammunition. There are only one and a half magazines for submachine guns, two machine guns, and 27 large tumors."

The company commander of the first battalion and the first battalion who accompanied him reported a bad news in an anxious tone.

"Rely on the village, let's drive back the little devils, and then retreat immediately."

Li Yunlong made a quick decision.

The little devils came menacingly, and the cavalry had to fight and push before they could retreat. Otherwise, on this flat ground, it was still daytime, and if they couldn't get rid of the little devils, they might be the last devils to make dumplings.

As for leaving a part to cover the retreat, this is not impossible, the devils have too many troops, at least half of them must be left, and more than half of the people who stay will probably be lost.

Looking at the soldiers preparing for battle, Commander Li sighed inwardly.

The Independent Regiment was well equipped and had enough weapons and ammunition. The ammunition they carried for this breakout was the most luxurious.

But the problem is that the Eighth Route Army troops as a whole are still in a guerrilla warfare situation without a stable rear base, which also leads to the lack of continuous logistical supplies for the troops in combat.

And how much ammunition can he carry with a foot infantry company under the pursuit of devils?Excessive load will reduce the marching speed, and necessary supplies such as food must be carried.

"Kill it..."

"Da da da····"

Outside, the devils had already started to attack. A large number of devils rushed into the village from all over the place, and the independent regiment immediately began to fight back. The machine guns and submachine guns were violently suppressed, and the devils were killed and injured immediately.

According to common sense, at this time, the devils should hide on the spot, avoid the sharp edge of firepower, and then continue to attack. The independent regiment can take advantage of this time to adjust the whole body and prepare to retreat.

But this time, in the face of the death order from his superiors, the captain of the Devils was resolute and personally led the team to launch a pig-like attack. The devils in front fell, and the devils behind immediately made up for it, and the bullets of the independent group were really out of order at this time. There are too many, and there are not many grenades left.

In the end, after leaving more than 60 devils outside the village to try, a large number of devils rushed into the village.

"On the bayonet."

The devils were desperate, and Li Datuan was naturally not intimidated. He first swung a shuttle with a large knife in his hand to a few devils who were approaching, then drew out the ghost knife that he carried with him, and rushed up with the soldiers.

Not wanting the soldiers to suffer heavy casualties does not mean they are afraid of death.

After a lapse of more than a year, the independent regiment once again fought a bayonet battle with the devils.

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thump

With a dull gunshot, the Desert Eagle in the monk's hand shattered a devil's head, but after this shot, the gun in his hand also became idle, which meant that the bullets were exhausted.

The devils who came up obviously also noticed this. The three devils who were stupefied by the huge power of the Desert Eagle rushed up, and a row of bullets crackled from the [-] caps in their hands.

The monk rolled over and avoided these few bullets.

During the tumbling, he looked at the other Desert Eagle, thought for a moment, then looked at the empty bullet belt around his waist, inserted the gun into his waist, then clenched the red-tasseled gun tightly, and threw it violently with his arm. , the tip of the gun gleaming with cold light pierced the devil who was chasing up.

The three devils who rushed up did not expect the monk's move, and their faces turned pale with fright. The distance between the two sides was too close, and a devil who reacted slowly was stabbed to death.

Then the monk held the end of the red-tasseled spear with both hands, and with a flick of the spear point, the sharp point pierced another devil's throat.

At the same time, the third devil's bayonet had already stabbed him, but the monk didn't panic at all. He let go of the red-tasseled gun in his hand, and grasped the barrel of the gun when he saw the opportunity. It pierced the devil's throat directly.

Usually, thrusts are aimed at the chest and abdomen, but the monk uncharacteristically chose the opponent's throat.

Nor is he a fool.

Although his physical strength is amazing, in hand-to-hand combat, it is a wise choice to preserve his physical strength and wait for it.

This way, the devil judged that the short-cut guy was a strong enemy. A sergeant waved his hand and led five devil soldiers, including six sergeants, to surround the monk.

As if to prove the glory of the empire's bushido, the six were about to kill the master with bayonets, and the devils holding the [-] big cap pressed the thumbs of the chrysanthemum that was grabbing the tail and twisted it, which closed the insurance.

After closing the insurance, six people gathered around.

The monk shot very quickly, before the six of them could stand in formation, he slid forward, the red-tasseled spear in his hand moved forward a little, and then quickly retracted, piercing the throat of a devil soldier.

The remaining five devil soldiers, including the sergeant with a samurai sword, were shocked, and the five of them immediately stabbed with a samurai sword and a bayonet from left to right.The monk slid towards the loach, already out of the range of the five of them.

The five devils also quickly put away their bayonets. They stood on both sides of the monk, and they still lacked a body to surround them. This formation is very easy to accidentally injure their own people.

After a confrontation with one move, the devil's encirclement formation was completely messed up.This is what the monk wants. No matter how powerful he is, he can't deal with five devils who are in formation at the same time.

After all, two fists are no match for four hands.

With one enemy many, the most important thing is to disrupt the opponent's formation, prevent multiple people from cooperating to attack at the same time, and then wait for the opportunity to assassinate the enemy in mobile warfare.

The monk quickly adjusted his position and attacked the nearest devil soldier. The red-tasseled gun in his hand stabbed like lightning, accompanied by ghostly advances and retreats. Blood spurting out...
The monk ignored this devil, and he had to deal with four other devils. Three bayonets stabbed him in three directions at the same time.

The little devils can also see that this guy who is suspected of being a Chinese monk is a super expert. They are fast and they are not at 01:30, so they no longer rush into the siege, but set up their formations for battle.

Taking a step back and avoiding the three oncoming bayonets, the monk took a deep breath, leaned over, and held the tail end of the red-tasseled gun with his hands. With a ninety-degree bend, the devil who was hit was sent flying forcibly, and rolled around in the air before landing on his head, completely silent.

The legs that were stuck upside down were hanging limply, and even the bones were broken together.

Sufficient food, hard training without missing a day for two years, has trained the monk to have inhuman brute force.

One inch long, one inch strong.

The red-tasseled spear in the monk's hand was much longer than the [-]th cover, and this sweep also forced the other two devils to retreat to avoid them. The two sides quickly opened up the distance and fell into a confrontation again.

Two devil soldiers and one sergeant looked at the guy who had just been beaten to death with a stick, and his throat couldn't help moving.

This death is too miserable.

And this guy's arm strength is probably stronger than those fat sumo pigs.

The devil soldier Cao was also scared at this time, and he didn't dare to play bayonet battle anymore. With a movement of his eyes, the other two devil soldiers immediately understood.

And the three of them didn't know that the monk was also waiting for this opportunity.

Seeing the two devils overlapping each other, the monk held the red-tasseled gun in his left hand, and slammed another Desert Eagle from his waist with his right hand. Boom... With the dull gunshot, the chest of the devil in front exploded, and both hands flew out. , the devil behind him was not much better, a huge hole was opened in his chest.

After this shot, the Desert Eagle in the monk's hand became empty again.

"idiot·····"

Seeing this, the Sergeant holding Bushido quickly took out the bastard box from his waist.

But it was too late, the monk moved his left hand, and the red-tasseled spear in his hand had pierced the devil's throat.

Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Juncao's eyes widened, the bastard box fell, and he covered his throat with his hands and fell straight to the ground.

After killing this circle of enemies, the monk also took advantage of the free time to start collecting the devil's ammunition.

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Like Monk Wei, the whole village was caught in hand-to-hand combat. Fortunately, the independent regiment never failed in hand-to-hand combat. The soldiers usually had good food and strong physical fitness, and their bayonet skills were not weaker than those of the devils.

As the battle progressed, they even had a considerable advantage in the end.

"idiot···"

The captain of the ghost team also discovered this situation. They obviously had an absolute advantage in numbers. Although the opponent had a mechanism, they obviously didn't have many bullets, and the bayonet melee was not easy to play, but the imperial army still had a disadvantage, even an absolute disadvantage. are being gradually driven out of the village.

He also discovered the reason.

On a high ground to the east of the village, there is a gunman.

On the other side of the village, there was also a gunman.

These two marksmen were extremely accurate, and they were able to accurately shoot and kill the imperial army in such a melee without any accidental injuries. It was precisely because of these two gunmen that the imperial army had to guard against bullets that flew over suddenly during the bayonet battle.

"you you you···"

"Kill it..."

The devil ordered a squadron leader to personally lead a dozen devils and rush to the high ground.

The distance on the other side of the village was too far, so he chose to eliminate the shooter on the high ground, and because of the height, the shooter at the head of the village was obviously not as powerful as the shooter occupying the high ground. As long as he could kill this shooter, the imperial army would be able to control the situation.

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On the high ground in the east of the village, Wang Xikui was lying on the ground, looking through the scope, his eyes were cold, the sniper rifle in his hand vibrated from time to time, and the bullets were accurately shot at the devil.

Snapped···

With a gunshot, a devil in the village who was confronting the Independence Regiment fighter with a bayonet was shot in the forehead and fell straight. Beside Wang Xikui, the observer Shou Shunzi said:

"The 110th eighth..."

From the start of the Shouxian defense battle to the moment just now, Wang Xikui killed 110 eight devils.

"Hey hey..."

Wang Xikui smiled triumphantly, and inserted a row of new bridges into the sniper rifle.

"How many bullets do we have?"

Pulling the bolt and aiming at the distant village again, Wang Xikui asked Xiang Shunzi.

Shunzi bowed his head and counted, and replied:
"67 rounds of ammunition for the rifle, I gave all the ammunition for the pistol to the other soldiers."

"67 rounds?"

Wang Xikui was very satisfied: "That's enough, labor and capital shoot one at a time, besides, we still have spares."

While speaking, he glanced at his side. At this time, there were two [-] large covers and two full cowhide bullet boxes beside him, which were seized in Xinzhuang yesterday.

"The devil is coming, on the left, fifteen people, rushing towards us."

Shunzi raised his head and continued to observe. He immediately spotted the fifteen devil soldiers rushing over with the leader of the devil squadron.

"Hey hey..."

Wang Xikui immediately turned his gun and pointed it to the left. With a murderous smile, he aimed at the leader of the devil squadron and raised his hand to shoot, but the shot missed. At this time, the two sides were separated by 350 meters. The devil's combat quality is not bad. During the period, he did not walk in a straight line, but kept running, so he was dodged.

Wang Xikui was slapped in the face before the words of each shot fell. Wang Xikui got angry. He took a deep breath, then held his breath, and nailed the center of the scope to the leader of the Devil Squadron.

Snapped······

Another shot, and this time, the Devil Squadron Leader's luck was gone, and he fell straight down with blood on his chest.

"110 nine."

Sunja, holding up a telescope to observe, spat out a number.

Seeing the commander fell, a dozen or so devils were stunned for a moment, and their movements were out of shape, but for this one mistake, Wang Xikui immediately shot two shots, and two more devils fell down.

"120, 120 one."

Shunzi remembered all of them.

Wow wow wow... The rest of the devils suddenly became crazy. Under the command of another small captain, they rushed towards this side with howls. The distance quickly narrowed.

Wang Xikui's face was calm, the gun in his hand didn't stop at all, every time a gun was fired, there was a devil.

"120 two..."

"120 three..."

Shunzi reported the number one by one,

But the firing speed of the tethered rifle is too slow, and it is troublesome to change the bullets. The terrain here is also more complicated, and there are many obstacles, so the shooting speed is not fast, and as the distance gets closer, the devils also start to suppress the shooting. Finally, along the way The sons all picked up a three-eight cover to help suppress the devils.

Snapped····

There was another shot from the sniper rifle in Wang Xikui's hand, and a ghost fell down, and Shunzi beside him also reported the number——

"130."

But at this time, the remaining three devils had approached less than ten meters away, and the gun in Wang Xikui's hand needed to be reloaded, and the [-] cap in Shunzi's hand also ran out of bullets.

Shunzi was already a little panicked at this time. He proposed to retreat before, but it was rejected, but Wang Xikui did not change his face and took it calmly.

"Aww..."

Teammates died one by one, and they were all shot in the chest and head. The three devils were obviously crazy, howling, stabbing Wang Xikui straight with bayonets, vowing to kill this devil.

Facing the three bayonets stabbing at the same time, Wang Xikui actually smiled slightly, put down the sniper rifle in his hand, and picked up a three-eighth cover with no bullets (sunzi shot it out) and a bayonet hanging beside him.

"kill···"

With a loud roar, he raised his step, stabbed, and then retreated, the movement was smooth and smooth, and it was completed in an instant...
As Wang Xikui withdrew his bayonet, a devil fell straight, with blood gushing from his chest.

"130 one."

While receiving the bayonet, Wang Xikui reported the number himself.

The other two devils didn't react for a while, and saw the team members around them fall down. They really didn't expect that this devilish top shooter would be able to bayonet, and he was also a master.

"what···"

After a moment of shock, the two devils came to their senses. Two gleaming bayonets stabbed towards him at the same time, but Wang Xikui did not panic at all.

He has already discovered that these two devils have lost their way, they seem to be connected, but in fact they only play the role of one person, and the two bayonets are stabbing in the same direction.

I saw the bayonet in Wang Gensheng's hand swayed sideways, and missed the bayonet stabbed by a devil, and then pressed down, causing the other devil's bayonet to lose its direction. Stabbed a devil to the point of chills.

After charging for more than 300 meters, the two devils were already at the end of their strength, and their physical strength was seriously lacking, which also led to the lack of speed and strength of bayonet shots.And Wang Xikui, not only a master of shooting, but also a master of assassination, keenly aware of this, took advantage of the opportunity to fight with the bayonet.

Afterwards, before the other devil could stabilize his figure, he went up with a bayonet again and pierced the last devil directly. As the devil fell, the [-] cover and the bayonet were vertically inserted into the devil's chest .

"130 two."

After clapping his hands, he picked up his sniper rifle again and reloaded the bullets. Wang Xikui did not forget to report the number, and his voice was full of arrogance.

Although the fatigue of life in the past had crushed his body and made his body weak, but in the past two years in the Independence Regiment, he has had flesh and grains, and his body has already recovered, as evidenced by his bronzed muscles.

　The battle of the monk uses a bit of a "1944 crash" screen.

　　Typos will be corrected.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)