The country is broken

The atmosphere in the ambush position was extremely tense, and the intent to kill was on the verge of breaking out. The Japanese Army Alliance, which was invading the Jinchaji Military Region on the road, did not realize that there were countless murderous intentions buried around them, and they were still grinning grinningly at the upcoming burning, killing and looting.

Suddenly, there was a burst of gunfire, and signals flew from far and near in the air, "Kill!~" "Fire!" The shouts of Eighth Route Army officers at all levels seemed to set off a wave of sound from the periphery of the encirclement. Suddenly set off the prelude to the war.

Skillfully unbolt and load the gun, aim at the Japanese soldiers, pull the trigger, the Japanese soldiers stand up, and then return to the previous cycle.

Li Weiyou and other soldiers skillfully shot and killed the ghost soldiers who were in a state of fright. The range of the Bayi gun really showed a strong lethality.

After all, they are Japanese soldiers who have received formal military training. After being knocked down at the beginning, they quickly spread out, lay down, and raised their guns to fight back. However, under the strong command of the Japanese army, it quickly recovered. After all, the combat effectiveness of the main combat force of the Japanese army is compared with the ordinary mixed formation method. [

"On the bayonet!~" "On!~Bayonet!~" "On!~Bayonet!~Knife!~"

Seeing that the platoon of guns had little effect, in order to save money, the company commanders of each company decisively issued an order to charge.

Waves of high-spirited orders came from far and near on the front line.

A cold light flashed on the Eighth Route Army's position, and the resounding charge echoed throughout the battlefield. Li Wei's blood was boiling with excitement. He was so familiar with the impassioned charge that many enemies of the Chinese People's Army were frightened. Even after the battle, they were still terrified in their dreams.

"Kill!~" Li Wei shouted, grabbed his gun and rushed towards the Japanese soldiers. With him, there were thousands of soldiers from the Eighth Route Army, who rushed forward amidst the shouts of killing.

Out of the corner of Li Wei's eye, he glanced at Fan Guowen, who was holding a machine gun and sweeping wildly behind him, and he had already heard it.This kid's machine gun still has a rhythm, just now he was playing the score of "Spanish Matador Dance", and now he is the drumbeat of an African tribe!Chu Tutu, this gun has the same virtue as people.

During the rapid charge, most of the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army used twists and turns to charge skillfully. Hearing the bullets passing by their ears, and the air waves of the explosion messing up their hair, Li Wei seemed to have forgotten everything.The blood was burning, fearless of life and death, the gun in his hand was aimed straight at the direction of the Japanese soldiers, screaming and shouting, and like a sharp knife, he and his comrades stabbed at the long snake formed by the enemy.

Halfway through the rush, many soldiers of the Eighth Route Army took out a grenade, bit off the matchlock, and threw it out with a swing of their hands, like a group of black spots flying across the sky, bursting into groups of enemies that devoured flesh and life. Fireball.The howls continued.

Suddenly attacked.The Japanese soldiers who fell into madness howled and organized a charge, and counterattacked the Eighth Route Army without any hesitation.

The Japanese soldiers, who had completely forgotten everything, howled long live the emperor.The people on the two sides were like two huge waves, and the dense bayonets with gleaming cold light on the top of the waves collided fiercely, setting off streaks of blood.

Fan Guowen's Maxim heavy machine gun let out freely, but most of the time it was biting Li Wei's figure tightly, covering the range of more than ten meters of Li Wei's body, shooting accurately and sweeping towards Li Wei again and again. There is no need for Fan Guowen to worry about the fish that slipped through the net. They are escorted by heavy machine guns in an unusually tacit understanding.Can't see or touch.

"Hahaha! Cool! Cool!" Fan Guowen excitedly pulled Maxim from time to time to look at the battlefield in the melee. Only Fan Guowen's Maxim could fire on the battlefield of the melee from time to time. For support, other light and heavy firepower points have been transferred and suppressed.

If it is said in reality that the Japanese devils are as vulnerable as they are in movies and TV, this is a complete lie. The soldiers of the main Japanese army are not only well-disciplined, but also have precise marksmanship, extremely sophisticated combat experience, and cooperate with each other tacitly.Since they can spontaneously gather and attack without command, this also makes the battle extremely difficult.

After the momentum of the charge, Li Wei had already collided with a Japanese soldier. The little devil was short, panting, his eyes were blood red, and his face was full of madness. He obviously had rich combat experience. The tip of the knife was aimed at Li Wei, and stabbed at Li Wei with lightning speed.

As soon as Li Wei tried his best to fight back, the gun butt hit the Japanese soldier's stomach, causing his face to contort in pain. Li Wei was not worried about the effect of this blow. The butt of the Bayi-style rifle in his hand was genuine mahogany. The material is heavy and hard, and it will definitely kill you if you get hit.

Howling, the Japanese soldier backed away a few steps, his eyes glaring fiercely, he cursed something in his mouth, and charged forward again. Even Li Wei couldn't help but admire the Japanese soldier's resistance and combat quality , replaced by a puppet army, which made him roll his eyes and dizzy.

A few puppet soldiers behind Li Wei saw that there was something cheap to pick up and rushed over secretly. Before they could get close to Li Wei, a rain of 79mm machine guns swept over from the slanting stabs, and the corpses of several puppet soldiers covered in big holes in tea bowls fell on the ground. in the dust.

Li Wei did not show mercy, and simply avoided it sideways. After the bayonet on the gun in his hand had already disappeared from the Japanese soldier's back, he retreated from his chest. Before the Japanese soldier collapsed in shock, he continued to shake his hands A gun butt smashed his brains out, the battlefield is sometimes so cruel.

Li Wei wiped the red and white human brain juice on the gun stock. Apart from being disgusted, he was heartbroken for this mahogany gun stock. How much to sell! [

Not allowing Li Wei to think too much, another Japanese soldier rushed over. At this time, Li Wei was full of momentum, kicked down, and stabbed down with the bayonet. When he came out, the screams of the devils sounded like the most beautiful music to Li Wei's ears. He was protecting his country and his compatriots. Li Wei felt a sense of accomplishment and value more than this.

It belongs to a man, who died fighting for the country, and there is only one word: "worth it!".

There was chaos on the battlefield. Eighth Route Army soldiers in light blue uniforms and Japanese soldiers in yellow woolen uniforms were screaming and fighting. Life here was as worthless as straw. Blood stained the battlefield. There were soldiers from the Eighth Route Army and even Japanese soldiers. , the lives of parents who have been born and raised for decades are wiped out here.

He pulled out the bayonet and raised his hand to shoot a Japanese soldier who was fighting with an Eighth Route Army soldier. Li Wei is not like a rigid devil soldier who has to withdraw the pistol from the gun when fighting the bayonet. He is also not a good man or woman , Li Wei absolutely doesn't mind doing it a few more times about putting black guns behind his back.

Hearing the abnormal sound behind him, Li Wei turned his head suddenly, a ferocious devil soldier head with a helmet flew past him, and saw a headed body with trembling limbs crashing down in front of Li Wei, The bayonet at hand was only a few centimeters away from Li Wei.

It's so dangerous, Li Wei thought in his mind, and almost died, with cold sweat on his back.

On the ground not far away, his squad leader, Lei Long, was full of blood and head, and he was showing a self-conscious smile at Li Wei. At least Li Wei knew what kind of ghost Lei Squad Leader was like now. The three-year-old baby was scared to cry, and the villagers still sued him for disturbing the people? ! !

Unexpectedly, while he was protecting his comrades-in-arms, there were also comrades-in-arms protecting him. Li Wei shrugged at Squad Lei's leader Nai, grabbed the Bayi-style gun and rushed towards the Japanese soldiers beside him. He also saw the fallen soldiers around him. Many of the Japanese soldiers were not killed by himself, he grinned in Fan Guowen's direction.

The battle is unexpectedly cruel and tragic. The two sides are not only fighting for people and weapons, but also fighting for will. There is only killing, killing, killing!

When the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army and the Japanese soldiers were dueling with bayonets, they fought with other opponents in the chaos, and the hand-to-hand combat fell into a chaotic state.

On the ground, the wounded soldiers of the Eighth Route Army even used their mouths and teeth, and the wounded soldiers of the devils used the most primitive way to let the opponent swallow their last breath.Often, four or five Japanese soldiers stabbed down an Eighth Route Army soldier with their bayonets, but at the same time the fallen soldiers blew grenades and died with the enemy.The corpses on the battlefield are also strangely shaped, but they always have a characteristic, and they all maintain the fighting posture they had before they were alive.

Fighting from dawn to dusk, both sides pulled out new forces to fight on the battlefield. The strong will of the Eighth Route Army finally prevailed. The huge pressure brought by the sudden attack made the enemy gradually retreat, and the balance of victory shifted little by little. To the Eighth Route Army.

When the sun was about to set, both sides were exhausted, and there were only sparse gunshots or occasional shouts of killing on the battlefield, as well as the muffled sound of the enemy's car being burnt out and the explosion when the ammunition exploded. The painful groans of the wounded on the ground hit the bloody Japanese regiment on the 115th division's blocking line, and they had to retreat back from the original road, and the battlefield suddenly became empty.

The fierce battle of life and death caused everyone to fall into a state of extreme exhaustion.

The bayonet on the gun has been broken, the butt of the gun has cracks, and the military stab at the muzzle has disappeared. Li Wei is panting heavily. He doesn't know whether it is himself or the devil's blood on his face. His throat felt like it was on fire. If there was a child who was completely exhausted, he could punch him with one punch. He really didn't have the strength and heart to hurt his mahogany gun butt, and his physical strength was almost exhausted. In the sneak attack during the anti-sweeping battle, you can take advantage of the chaos to easily touch down a large number of enemies, but on the battlefield of head-on confrontation, you can only survive if you eliminate the enemies in front of you one by one. huge.

Perhaps because he felt that the electrolytes in his body were out of balance, Li Wei tried his best to turn on the kettle and poured water from his head to his face. Suddenly, he heard the groan of a dying Eighth Route Army soldier nearby.