Jagged Changjin Lake: Kill the enemy and become stronger

They don't want to be chopped in two.

Qiao Lin, who was not attacked by the little devil for the time being, had a little time to breathe. Holding the knife in both hands, he took a few breaths, then straightened up, turned and looked back.

Every soldier is fighting bloody battle, the battle situation is too tragic.

In the cavalry company, there were no more soldiers on horseback. They all stood on the ground and fought desperately with the little devil.

Every soldier's body was covered with bleeding wounds.

Qiao Lin felt as if his heart wanted to be grabbed, and the pain was severe.

Wang Dachui rushed in with Qiao Lin. He was big and had bigger targets. There were many little devils around him.

"die!"

Qiao Lin rushed over quickly, slashing a little devil soldier who was about to attack Wang Dachui from behind.

Every fighter has his own battle, or in other words, every fighter independently supports an independent battlefield.

Qiao Lin understood that if this continued, the cavalry company might not be able to last long, and would be exhausted by the little devil's crowd tactics.

Without the cavalry company, the deputy commander and working group are also in danger.

Seeing soldiers being stabbed by the little devil's bayonet, Qiao Lin felt as if he had been stabbed himself.

He was distressed, he was angry, and for a moment, he even had the idea of ​​dying with the little devil.

But he calmed down quickly. He knew that now was not the time to be willful, and the deputy commander and the working group all needed to be protected.

"Cavalry company!"

Qiao Lin bit his lip, and due to too much force, thick blood oozes from his lips.

"exist!"

The soldiers heard Qiao Lin's call, and while killing the enemy, they responded with one voice.

"Change the triangle formation, push forward and kill!"

Qiao Lin pulled the knife out of a little devil's heart and ordered a change of formation.

The soldiers of the cavalry company who were fighting the little devil stopped immediately after receiving the order, and moved quickly to form a new formation.

In a moment, a huge triangular formation appeared.

This triangle is divided into two layers, the outer layer is composed of lightly injured cavalry company soldiers, and the inner layer is composed of some more seriously injured soldiers.

Before the little devil could react to the sudden change, he saw that the triangle started to move forward.

The cavalry company was surrounded, surrounded by little devils.

The only advantage of this situation is that the little devils dare not shoot, because no matter which direction they shoot, they may hit their own people, which makes them only use bayonets to intercept.

And the cavalry company, which changed its formation, completely became a humanoid pathbreaker.

"kill!"

With every step forward, the warriors roared.

This sound of "killing" not only boosted his morale, but also deterred the enemy.

It wasn't the first time these little devils fought against the Eighth Route Army, but the cavalry company was the most powerful Eighth Route Army they had ever encountered.

A team of only a hundred or ten people can resist thousands of little devils with a single saber.

When did the Eighth Route Army have such a powerful force?

At first, the little devils wanted to continue the siege by relying on the large number of people, but unexpectedly, the seemingly simple triangle formation allowed them to see what it meant to be a one-hit kill.

A triangular array, as the name suggests, has three corners.

After the little devil surrounded him, once he entered the attack range, the triangular formation immediately changed. The warriors between the two horns raised their sabers to surround them and chop them. The posture was the same as chopping minced meat.

After just a few seconds, the soldiers would retreat and form a triangular formation again, but there was a pile of mutilated corpses on the ground.

No matter which direction the attack comes from, the result is the same.

After throwing down dozens of corpses, the little devil finally realized the reality. They couldn't break through this formation.

"kill!"

The warriors roared and took a step forward.

Although there were only a hundred or ten people, the roar resounded through the sky.

Although there were only a hundred or ten people, the footsteps were earth-shattering.

The little devil's eyes were already full of fear.

The bodies of these soldiers were covered with blood, and blood was still oozing from the wounds, and even some deep wounds exposed white bones.

Company Commander Sun Desheng still had a bayonet stuck in his left arm.

Unlike other bayonets, this bayonet has no handle.

When Sun Desheng was fighting with the little devil, one of the little devils took advantage of his unpreparedness and stabbed him directly through his left arm.

He didn't flinch because of the severe pain, but turned around and tried his best not to break the bayonet made of pure steel, and then cut off the little devil's neck with a backhand knife.

Then he was thrown into a more dangerous battle, so that he didn't bother to pull out the bayonet.

There are many, many more similar situations.

But none of the soldiers showed pain because of their injuries. All of them had firm eyes and stable figures.

There was a strong killing intent all over his body, even the little devil who had retreated a few meters away, was crushed by this momentum as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, feeling the bone-chilling cold.

The sabers in the hands of the soldiers were already full of gaps due to too many slashes, and some of the sabers of the soldiers were even broken, leaving only half of them.

Even so, it did not affect the high morale of the soldiers in the slightest.

"kill!"

The fighters continued to push forward.

The little devil started to back away slowly.

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

Every step the soldiers took was like stepping on the hearts of little devils, making them feel that their lives would be crushed to pieces at any moment.

Immediately following the triangle formation is the deputy commander-in-chief and working group protected by a circle of five platoons of the cavalry company.

A leader of the working group witnessed the brutal fighting ahead and urged the soldiers protecting them to help.

"Our task is to protect the safety of the chiefs. We are not allowed to leave our posts without orders."

Hu Zhiwan replied without a doubt.

There are all comrades in arms of the cavalry company in front, and he is besieged by dozens of little devils, why is he not in a hurry?

Not only he was anxious, but every soldier in the fifth row was also anxious.

Chapter 710: Killing a Path of Blood

Those are all their life and death comrades, fighting the little devil with their lives, don't they want to help?

They want to rush forward more than anyone else, and one more person can save their comrades from danger.

But they can't.

What are the soldiers fighting here for?

It is to protect the safety of the chiefs and escort them out of danger.

So no matter how fierce the battle ahead is, they cannot leave their positions.

As long as Qiao Lin didn't order them to support them, they had to stay firmly by the chiefs' side.

The guard company in charge of the rear was in the most dangerous situation. They were not as brave as the cavalry company. Facing an enemy army dozens of times larger than their own, they were really trading their lives for their lives.

Each of these soldiers has a little problem more or less, but their love for the country and loyalty to the army are no worse than others.

Facing the gleaming bayonet of the little devil, no one flinched, and they still moved forward bravely.

Some soldiers were stabbed several times and couldn't even stand still in the battle. They simply took off the bayonet and held it in their hands, and rushed forward with a rifle in one hand. Even if they died, they would kill a little devil.

The loess on the ground was gradually turning red with blood, and there was a murderous atmosphere in the world.

"kill!"

The cavalry company still shouted slogans and moved forward, and every step they took meant that their victory was a step closer.

Finally, the team of the little devils was overwhelmed and divided into two halves from the middle, leaving a passage.

This road was baptized with blood and paved with life by the soldiers.

Qiao Lin stood at the forefront of the team, and he had seven or eight obvious wounds on his body.

Because of the excessive blood loss, his face looked a little pale.

The Zuoguan knife he had snatched in his hand had been broken into two pieces long ago, but he was still holding it tightly in his hand.

As early as when the formation was changing, he had assigned tasks, and the defense on both sides was in charge of the soldiers.

And the burden of opening the way is up to him.

In a short distance of tens of meters, he cut thousands of knives, and hundreds of little devils died under his knives.

After killing nearly half of the little devils, this god-like team finally broke through barriers and rushed out.

The little devil soldiers on both sides backed away in horror, they dared not fight any more.

Rather than being scared of being beaten, they were more overwhelmed by the fearless spirit of the Eighth Route Army.

Even though the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army were scarred and their weapons were broken, none of the little devils doubted that as long as they took a step forward, what awaited them was death.

"Let's go, let's go! Escort the chiefs to evacuate, and we will be in the rear."

Qiao Lin shouted at Hu Zhiwan.

"Walk together!"