Jagged Changjin Lake: Kill the enemy and become stronger

Until now, these little devils were blown up and fled around like bereaved dogs. They still didn't understand why only two Eighth Route Army soldiers dared to attack them.

The regimental captain was dead, the staff officer was dead, the brigade captain was dead, and there were a few squadron leaders who were lucky enough not to be killed, and they didn't know where to hide.

How to fight back, how to respond, these little devil soldiers have no idea at all.

The heavy machine guns and mortars placed at the front of the team have also become the focus of attention.

Chapter 710 Fierce hand-to-hand combat

Half of Qiao Lin and Wang Dahammer's grenades were thrown near these weapons.

So much so that after the little devil soldiers who manipulated the weapons were killed, no one dared to come forward anymore.

The little devil's team is in chaos.

Out of a soldier's instinct, the little devil soldiers at the rear of the team are still pushing forward, ready to fight.

But the little devil soldiers at the front of the line just wanted to run back and avoid the grenade.

The direct consequence of inconsistent steps is that those who want to escape cannot escape, those who want to come cannot enter, and even a stampede accident occurs.

Before they recovered from their panic, the first row of the cavalry company had already been killed.

The 36 soldiers of the cavalry company, led by company commander Sun Desheng, waved their sabers like a group of tigers descending the mountain, and rushed directly into the ranks of the little devils.

Don't be obsessed with fighting, keep the formation, echo back and forth, and kill the blood.

That's a row of tasks.

Qiao Lin and Wang Dachui had already messed up the little devil's hands and feet, giving the first row the best opportunity to charge.

Naturally, there will be no ink marks in the first row. They want to fight for a way for the comrades behind to get out alive.

After the grenade was thrown, Jolin joined the platoon. He didn't have a saber to kill, but it didn't bother him.

Ride the horse and charge obliquely, hold the saddle with your left hand, hook the stirrup with your right foot, lean your body to the right, and the whole person is under the belly of the horse.

He stretched out his hand to pick up Mingye's command saber by the well, and at the same time he got on his horse, he cut off the neck of a little devil soldier.

"kill!"

Qiao Lin roared loudly after chopping down two little devils one after another.

"kill!"

A row of soldiers roared in unison.

They were like sharp knives piercing into the little devil's team, tearing a bloody path among thousands of little devil soldiers.

"Two, three, four rows, go!"

Chen Youjin, deputy company commander, held his saber high and charged forward with three platoons.

The first row has already cut a bloody road, and what they have to do is to consolidate the smoothness of this road.

Looking at the sabers glowing with cold light, after rushing into the enemy's formation, they waved up and down, bringing a rain of blood.

"Fighting for three thousand miles with one body, blocking a million divisions with one sword!"

The deputy commander-in-chief's eyes were wide open, and his eyes were shining brightly. He couldn't help sighing when he saw the soldiers of the cavalry company rushing into the enemy's formation, as if they were entering a land without people.

The second row rushed in first, followed by the third row, and the fourth row.

There was no need for anyone to give orders, the soldiers consciously divided into two teams to block and kill the little devils on the left and right sides, leaving an empty path in the middle.

"Chief, let's go!"

Hu Zhiwan led five platoons of soldiers to escort the deputy commander and the working group into the bloody road that the cavalry company had killed.

On the battlefield at this time, there is no gunfire, and swords and swords are everywhere, as if returning to the fighting in the era of cold weapons.

After the initial panic, the little devil soldiers who were caught off guard gradually calmed down.

When they realized that the Eighth Route Army was only a few hundred people, they regained their courage and swarmed from both sides.

Their boss is almost dead. If these Eighth Route Army cannot be left today, the punishment will be transferred to them.

Break through and enter the most difficult moment.

There are still a few meters away to completely kill the little devil's team, but at this time, the pressure on the first row doubles.

The little devil soldiers rushed from both sides, holding their bayonet-loaded rifles, and stabbing at them.

Not only to kill the enemy, but also to prevent being stabbed, the speed of the charge slowed down instantly.

There were only thirty or so soldiers in a row, but what they were facing was thousands of little devil soldiers. The bayonets were like catkins flying around, piercing them from all directions.

And every soldier needs to face dozens of such bayonets.

Qiao Lin's training methods are very advanced, and the soldiers train very hard.

On the wheat field, even the sweat from the cavalry can become a small lake when gathered together.

The abilities of the fighters have improved rapidly, and they are much stronger than many fighters of the same period.

But no matter how strong they are, they are also flesh and blood, mortals, not gods.

Facing the siege of little devils like a swarm, just resisting has exhausted all their energy.

But in this situation, they still gritted their teeth and continued to insist, wanting to kill the enemy, and killing a bloody path for the comrades behind.

More and more blood splattered, as if it was going to dye the entire sky red.

The blood came from little devils and soldiers from cavalry companies.

Soldiers were stabbed with bayonets constantly, but they didn't care where they were stabbed or whether they were seriously injured.

They don't even care about the pain. At this time, taking a breath and blinking their eyes is an extremely luxurious thing for the soldiers.

The sabers in their hands were no longer as flexible as before, but every time they moved, they would kill a little devil.

It was not only the soldiers who were stabbed, but also the horses under their crotches.

Some army horses had their abdomens picked out, and their intestines flowed out, but they still insisted on standing, carrying the soldiers on their backs and continuing to kill the enemy.

More and more little devils came up, and the platoon's charge failed, and they fell into heavy siege.

Finally, a military horse couldn't hold on and fell down.

Its neck, its body, its legs are full of dense crossings, and the blood has almost drained out.

The soldier on the horse looked sadly at the comrades who had been with him day and night, and before he had time to express his sadness, he immediately threw himself into a new battle.

More and more horses fell, and more and more warriors began to fight on the ground.

Without the military horses, they are still cavalry. They use the sabers in their hands to slash hard, killing each inch.

The task has not been completed, even if it is death, a way must be opened for the comrades behind.

In the brutal hand-to-hand combat, blood and cruelty are intertwined, and every soldier is fighting with his own life.

The situation in the second row, third row and fourth row was not much better, they encountered more little devils.

In order to keep the passage unobstructed, they could only build a Great Wall with flesh and blood to stop the little devils rushing from both sides.

The battle started for only a few minutes, but the battle was extremely tragic.

Except for the fifth platoon in charge of the close protection working group, most of the soldiers in the cavalry company had no horses and stood on the ground fighting the little devil.

Seeing this scene, the eyes of comrades in Wang Chuan's working group were red, Wang Chuan's eyes were red, and the eyes of the soldiers of the guard company were red.

When had they ever been involved in such a battle?But at this moment, the performance of the soldiers of the cavalry company was like pieces of red-hot coals falling into their blood vessels. Under the burning heat, their blood began to boil.

"Guard company, go! Help the brothers in the cavalry company!"

Wang Chuan roared angrily, and rushed up with the company of guards.

But how effective can a troop of less than 300 people be in the face of an ant colony of little devils?

As soon as they entered the battlefield, soldiers continued to fall.

There are too many little devils, and there are too many bayonets for little devils.

"Get off the horse, get off the horse!"

Wang Chuan, who took a lot of effort to block the little devil's attack, realized the problem, and shouted quickly.

Fighting immediately is the skill of the cavalry company, but the guard company does not have that ability.

Riding on horseback is not only inconvenient to move, but it is easy to become the target of little devils.

The soldiers jumped off their horses, armed with bayonet-mounted rifles, and fought the little devil.

Chapter 710 Changing the Triangular Formation

"For equipment, we are not as good as little devils, but hand to hand, we are the ancestors of little devils, comrades, fight with them!"

Wang Chuan stabbed a little devil to death together, kicked the corpse aside and shouted.

Qiao Lin couldn't remember how many little devils he had killed, one by one, one by one, but he couldn't kill them all.

Every time a little devil is killed, more little devils will come.

"what!"

Qiao Lin let out a roar, held the knife in both hands, and took a step forward. His muscles tensed, and he swung the knife with all his strength.

This knife splits the world.

The speed of the knife was so fast that no afterimage could be seen at all, and even the surrounding air was distorted.

Qiao Lin spun half a circle on the spot, and the knife in his hand finally stopped.

The dozen or so little devils standing in front of him stopped their offensive uniformly, all showing very strange expressions.

In the next second, blood spurted out.

The bodies of the dozen or so little devils split open suddenly, and were divided into two sections with the waist as the boundary.

The upper body is already lying on the ground, but the legs are still standing.

With Qiao Lin's knife, more than a dozen little devils were chopped off in half.

Seeing such a terrifying scene, those little devils who were surrounded and wanted to charge forward stopped, and then began to retreat crazily.