The country is broken

Zhang Meng, a man from Shandong, still had some strength left, and he was holding a machete and yelling, hacking and chopping with three or four devils. Lengshen's kung fu is to lose his life.

Among the three hoes in Daniu Village, Ken Deji, who is the only remaining one, and Meng Zisu, a reformed soldier from the puppet army, are back to back, holding a rifle with a bayonet, and surrounded by seven or eight devils. The situation does not look good. Wonderful look.

At the bottom of the other slope, Deng Feng, who usually doesn't talk and smile, and a tall Japanese soldier panting heavily like a bellows, staring at each other coldly, waiting for an opportunity to launch a fatal blow, it seems that Deng Feng is also on the verge of dying It's exhausted.

Fan Guowen on the charge position almost turned Maxim's gun barrel red. His firepower had already extended to the Japanese army's position, trying to block the assembled Japanese army as much as possible, and he had to brave the enemy's artillery fire to transfer.

He suddenly threw down a devil, and the fighting thorn pierced through the heart of this bastard, causing an earth-shattering howl. Li Wei licked the blood from the corner of his mouth uncontrollably. He could no longer control the muscles on his face. The expression on his face was terrifying, almost like a bloodthirsty demon crawling out of hell. [

The true qi of refining the gods has long been exhausted by successive battles, and his strength has recovered. Now Li Wei can only rely on his own will and body to persevere.

When continuing to rush towards another Japanese soldier, an infantry artillery with a strange howl exploded 20 meters away from Li Wei, engulfing an Eighth Route Army soldier and a Japanese soldier in the fight.

Li Wei, who was already trying to support himself not to fall, was suddenly thrown down by the shock wave, his hand was loosened, and the only weapon fighting stab was thrown more than two meters away. The distance between heaven and hell.

Before Li Wei struggled to get up from the ground, two Japanese soldiers nearby reacted quickly and howled and threw Li Wei to the ground. It was really a turn of events.

Two Japanese soldiers, one in front and one behind.Hold down Li Wei firmly, the Japanese soldiers around here have long noticed Li Wei, this guy has killed dozens of Japanese soldiers at least since the beginning of hand-to-hand combat, and even crushed four alive with his own hands, right now Li Wei was exhausted by the crowd tactics, the two Japanese soldiers naturally would not let go of this opportunity, on the battlefield of life and death, they only need to take the opportunity to seize the fatal blow.Even the weak can kill martial arts masters.

Hehehe, amidst the grinning laughter of the Japanese soldiers, the short and sturdy Japanese soldiers holding down Li Wei's upper body punched and punched Li Wei's eyebrows with all his strength, and the blood flowed out. Li Wei struggled desperately, wanting to reach out and grab Nai was pinned down by two Japanese desperately against the military stab that fell not far away. The fighting stab was still two meters away from him, and he couldn't reach it. The true energy in his body had already been exhausted.He no longer has the strength to break free from the enemy that is pressing on him.

Like being hit by a train.The fists of the Japanese devils made Li Wei dizzy for a while, his mind gradually became blurred, and the hand that was stretched out to the army stabbed down vigorously.

Everything in the past passed before Li Wei's eyes like a movie.A sense of strength surged out from inside his body, flooding his whole body.

"Am I going to die?" The voice from the outside seemed to have dropped, Li Wei felt as if he was out of his body, no longer felt pain, no longer felt physical and mental fatigue, no longer felt hatred, as if he wanted to Leaving this world, it seems that everything is free, sinking, sinking.Return to the arms of Mother Earth.

The heavy eyelids closed slowly, and from the corner of his eyes, Li Wei vaguely saw a Japanese officer struggling towards him, raised his samurai sword, pointed it at his head, raised it, raised it.

"Xiuying, I'm coming to accompany you. Wait for me!~" Li Wei no longer cared whether it was a matter of life or death, but was distracted talking about something.

Not far away, a resolute shout sounded like a thunderbolt: "The Japanese devils, I will fight with you!~"

boom! ~

The smoke from the explosion of the grenade overwhelmed the tragic cry in an instant, and then four Japanese soldiers fell down.

Li Wei's heart suddenly contracted, and then expanded again. Even the Japanese devils who were pressing on him felt the shock from Li Wei's body.

"*** Japanese devils, I'm fighting with you!~" This cry was so loud that it seemed to explode in Li Wei's ears.

"Baga!~" Li Wei opened his eyes slightly, and consciously said a Japanese sentence.

"How boring?" The devil who was pressing on Li Wei was stunned. This Tubalu speaks Japanese? !Even the hand of the devil officer who was holding a samurai sword and slashing at Li Wei's head involuntarily hesitated for a moment.

Li Wei seemed to feel like he was going to burn, "*** Japanese devil, I'm fighting with you!~" These words seemed to gradually occupy his head, and they kept repeating in his mind, echoing constantly . [

Li Wei's eyes widened a bit, and he subconsciously stared at the fighter who was no longer a hero two meters away. In his subconscious mind, he had a strong desire to have a weapon in his hand that could kill the enemy. arms.

And in front of him, there is such a one.

"Fighting thorn!"

Not far away, the fighting thorns inserted obliquely on the ground seemed to respond to Li Wei's thoughts, as if they had moved.

Li Wei suddenly opened his eyes wide, and the bloodshot eyes full of exhaustion emitted a goblin light that had never been seen before.

The pungent gunpowder smoke in the wind, the disgusting smell of blood on the Japanese soldiers, the blows piercing the air, the gradual cessation of the heart of a dying soldier, and the coldness and tenacity of the two-and-a-half-foot-long three-edged sword, yes. , cold and tough, as if it was as real as it was once held in his hand.

Like a conditioned reflex, Li Wei's palm tightened, and his right hand suddenly moved back.

When there was a loud bang, the samurai sword hit a few sparks one centimeter from Li Wei's neck. It was supposed to be cut in half, but was held firmly by a fighting stab.

The Japanese officer stared in amazement at the fighting stab that appeared in Li Wei's hand at some point.

Li Wei exerted force on his hands, and he regained his sanity, and his strength seemed to have recovered a lot. He suddenly pushed the devil officer with a knife a few steps away, and fell down on the ground.

The right hand quickly turned back, stabbing fiercely into the heart of the Japanese soldier pressing on his upper body, pulling it out, and stabbing again, until the Japanese soldier suddenly let out a scream with only the front half left, and fell to the side.

Li Wei seemed to have regained his energy, kicked away the Japanese soldier who was holding down his hind legs, and then rushed forward to fight and stabbed him in the heart sharply.

Standing up again unsteadily, Li Wei squinted at the Japanese officer who was so frightened that he sat on the ground, with a trace of contempt in his eyes, and walked forward step by step.

"No, don't come here, devil, ah!~" The Japanese officer was so frightened that he howled nonsense in Japanese.

The bayonet lights up again, mercilessly, up, down, up, down, up, down, blood is splashing, and the devil is screaming.

"Baga, Baga you mother!~" Li Wei looked like a mad tiger, "Fuck you mother Baga, fuck you devil, fuck you fuck your ancestors."

A big hand with several deep bloodstains tightly held Li Wei's right hand holding the fighting thorn. He struggled a few times, but he didn't move. The devil officer in front of him was already bloody and disfigured.

Li Wei broke away suddenly with resentment on his face, and stabbed backhand at the person who was holding his hand. The person who stopped him at this moment was his enemy.

Just as the fighting thorn was stabbing the opponent, "Okay, it's over, the battle is over, and the team is over." The familiar voice of squad leader Lei Long sounded behind Li Wei.

Li Wei's hand stopped in the air. He turned his head and looked behind him blankly. The squad leader and Deng Feng were standing there, surrounded by dead and wounded. His eyes were closed tightly, his stomach was clutched, his chest heaved rapidly, and the nearby comrades also fell to the ground with force.

A self-supporting army that came from nowhere suddenly came out when the third regiment's position was in danger, and the attacking Japanese army was caught off guard and retreated again.

Looking around, there are only sporadic gunshots and explosions, and the corpses of the Japanese devils and the martyrs of the Eighth Route Army soldiers are lying on the ground. Only a small number of survivors are trying to support each other, or leaning on their guns alone, and gather here to Li Wei. come over. [

It seemed that the third regiment had never encountered such a fierce battle. The disbelief in Li Wei's eyes was expanding, but the fact that could change was that the old third regiment of the old Red Army was beaten and disabled.

But such casualties were not paid in vain. For several days, the Third Independence Regiment faced Japanese reinforcements several times larger than itself, and repelled the enemy's multiple charges without retreating, consuming a large amount of enemy forces. The third and fourth brigades bought enough time, and the 129th Division of the Eighth Route Army had already begun to launch an offensive charge against the 222nd Regiment of the Japanese Army. Under the command of deputy commander Peng, the situation was as expected before the war. Neji Okamura's plan to destroy the Huangyadong arsenal and wipe out the vital forces of the Eighth Route Army before winter was irretrievably shattered.

A kind of loneliness and sadness enveloped Li Wei's heart. He let go of his hand, and the fighting thorn fell to the ground and inserted obliquely into the land that had been plowed several times by gunfire. He seemed to let go of everything. Same, regardless of whether the man's tears were not light, but before he reached the point of sadness, he hugged the shoulder of monitor Lei Long and howled loudly.

Although the Japanese army we are facing these days is no longer the Japanese devils who fought at Pingxingguan two years ago, this army has participated in the Long March of the Red Army, participated in the Battle of Pingxingguan, and the Hundred Regiments Battle of the 115th Division of the Eighth Route Army. Nearly one-third of the soldiers were buried forever on the battlefield, and Li Wei's second battalion suffered more than half of the casualties.

This unit with the tradition of the Red Army suffered another serious blow.