The blood of the Anti-Japanese War stained the mountains and rivers

However, Yang Ling's position was also bombarded by the devil's grenade. There was gunpowder smoke everywhere, and the spray of sand hit his face with burning pain.

Before the gunpowder smoke cleared, the devils had already rushed to Yang Ling's position with a sharp bayonet. A remnant soldier lying on the ground before he could get up was stabbed to death on the ground, and blood gushed out from his back.

"Little devil! Fuck your grandma!" Seeing the screaming little devil throwing himself down in front of him, Luo Dayong directly used the machine gun in his hand as a fire stick, and smashed down on the devil's head.

With a bang, the machine gun hit the little devil's head, and the little devil's helmet flew out, and the little devil also let out a miserable howl and fell to the ground.

The two devils rushed towards Yang Ling with ferocious expressions. Yang Ling pulled the breech and shot at the devil who rushed over. The bullet pierced a blood hole in the chest of one of the devils, and the other screamed and pounced. come over.

Pooh!Yang Ling didn't dodge or dodge, and directly stabbed forward with the bayonet. The devil's bayonet brushed against his arm, but his bayonet had already emerged from the devil's back, and the devil was stabbed in half.

Text Chapter 22 Hand-to-hand combat!

The violent explosion shattered the trenches of the position, gunpowder smoke filled the sky, earth and rocks splashed all over the sky, bullets whizzed around, and before the gunpowder smoke cleared, countless devils with ferocious faces were already charging with bayonets screaming. up. ??

"Kill!" The remnant soldiers jumped up from the trenches with red-tasseled broadswords and bayonets in their hands, and rushed towards the devil soldiers who rushed to the position.

Both sides were roaring, and then they slammed into each other violently. The huge impact force caused many people to roll to the ground, and the sharp bayonet pierced into the body with a puff, and blood gushed out.

"Ah—" a devil roared, his face became distorted due to too much force, and he looked even more ferocious. He kicked a thin and weak soldier to the ground, and then stabbed the bayonet into the soldier with all his strength. heart.

The remnant soldier let out a painful scream, watching the devil try harder to plunge the bayonet into his body, struggling and screaming in pain, but it was of no avail.

More and more devils have rushed in from the smoke, and all the remnants are fighting the devils hand-to-hand. On this cruel battlefield, no one cares about others.

Another remnant soldier held a red-tasseled broadsword angrily and wanted to save his companion, but a devil rushed out from a diagonal stab. With a bang, blood burst out of the remnant soldier's chest, and his body fell unwillingly In the scorched trenches of the bombing soil.

There were roars and screams everywhere. Hundreds of devils rushed into the positions of the remnants with bayonets screaming. Facing these sturdy devil soldiers, the sallow, emaciated and malnourished remnants were overthrown with just one encounter. one slice.

In the trenches and in the bomb craters, the Japanese soldiers and the remnants of the soldiers fought together. The sound of gunfire was mixed with the sound of roaring and cracking of bones. There were shaking figures everywhere on the battlefield, and many of them were dripping with blood.

The old smoker was still lying on the sandbag behind him, looking at the devils who were fighting with the remnants of the soldiers, he kept pulling the trigger, and there were constant bangs, and some devils were wounded by him and wailed in pain.

The wounded devil was even more ferocious, like a wounded beast, screaming and rushing towards the remnants nearby, the madness revealed in that bone made the soul tremble.

Two strong remnant soldiers joined forces and knocked a devil to the ground. The devil's steel helmet was thrown out, and blood flowed down his head and cheeks, but the devil did not die. A melon grenade tied to his chest.

boom!Flesh and blood flew all over the sky, and the two remnant soldiers were directly blown to pieces. The devil soldier got up with blood on his face, picked up the bayonet and threw himself at the other remnant soldier who was stunned, the bayonet pierced into the chest.

This was an extremely tragic melee fight. The devil was not only tough but also highly skilled in tactics. The remnant soldiers fighting bayonets were no match at all.

The machine gun in Luo Dayong's hand was smashed out of shape, and he was still trying hard to hit the devil's head. Some devil threw him to the ground, but he kicked the devil over with great strength, and the two rolled on the ground. Scuffling together in the trenches, roaring again and again.

The sharpshooter Luo Ziqiang also joined in the hand-to-hand combat. He kept rolling on the ground, and the devil kept stabbing his bayonet towards him with a roar.

The remnant soldiers lost three to 40 people under the bombing of the devils, and the number of devils attacking them was indeed a full squadron of nearly [-] people.

Yang Ling couldn't remember how many devils he had killed, but all the devils who rushed towards him turned into cold corpses on the ground. Seeing the remnants of the soldiers dying in the hands of the devils one by one, Yang Ling was filled with anger. Vent hard.

ah!Taking advantage of Yang Ling's inattention, a devil rushed over from behind him, and the bayonet pierced his thigh. He felt severe pain in his thigh, and the pain made him scream. Smashing, the devil's helmet was knocked off, and his body uncontrollably turned backwards.

Looking at the bloody big hole in his leg, Yang Ling rushed up angrily, and stabbed the devil who had rolled to the ground with the bayonet. Once, twice, blood kept gushing out of the devil's mouth, and the devil's head turned to the side. , there is no sound.

"Boom!" The grenade exploded beside Yang Ling, and he was overturned in the trench by the blast. The corpses of two devils and a disabled soldier also rolled down.

"Bah!" Yang Ling spit out his mouth, his whole head was buzzing, the gun in his hand was blown away by the blast, and he picked up the red-tasseled broadsword of a dead soldier.

A ghost sergeant saw Yang Ling standing in the trench, and rushed over screaming. Yang Ling felt severe pain from the ninja's thigh, and the blood-stained knife slammed upwards along the ghost sergeant's stomach.

A gash of tens of centimeters was cut open in the devil's stomach, and the blood mixed with the internal organs rushed out.

The Devil Sergeant curled up on the ground in pain, and stretched out his hand to stuff the leaking intestines back, but it didn't help, more leaked out, it was horrible, and he howled in pain.

"Brother Yang...help me." Hearing Heiwazi's shout, Yang Ling turned his head to look. He was being pinned down in the dirt by two devils, and the bayonet was stabbing at his chest. Blood was gushing from his mouth, his face was twisted due to the pain, and he was struggling powerlessly at this moment.

Heiwazi is still a half-grown child, only 16 years old, dark and thin because of lack of nutrition, standing up no taller than a rifle, he is one of the people Yang Ling is most familiar with in this world.

Seeing the painful expression on Heiwazi's face, and seeing the two devil soldiers who were stabbing with bayonets, Yang Ling became angry. He had forgotten the pain in his leg at this moment, and rushed towards the devil with a roar.

"Boom!" A little devil stood up and raised his bayonet to face Yang Ling, but the red tasseled sword in Yang Ling's hand swung away, and his fist had already hit the little devil's abdomen firmly, and the little devil screamed in pain and clutched his stomach Crouching on the ground, rolling over.

Yang Ling's punch was full of the anger in his heart at the moment, and he used [-]% of his strength. The little devil felt his internal organs churn and howled.

Another devil pulled out a bloody bayonet from Hei Wazi's body. Just as he raised his head, the red-tasseled broadsword in Yang Ling's hand had already slashed down. Draw the knife.The devil had fainted from the pain.

"Hei Wazi, hold on! Hold on!" Seeing Hei Wazi wriggling in his mouth and wanting to speak, more blood poured out, Yang Ling yelled hoarsely, hugging Hei Wazi's blood-soaked body, Watching his eyes gradually dim, Yang Ling's heart felt like a knife was being twisted.

"Little devil!" Yang Ling put down the silent Hei Wazi, looked at the still fighting battlefield, and roared angrily.

Text Chapter 23 Miserable victory!

The helmets of the devil soldiers kept shaking on the ground, roaring again and again, the eyes of the two sides who were fighting were already red-eyed, and the battle entered a fierce battle from the very beginning. ?

Facing the mad attack of the devil's superior force, the position was already in jeopardy. Yang Ling completely angered him because Hei Wazi died in his arms.

Holding the red-tasseled blade in both hands, he limped towards the nearest devil. He wanted to kill people, and he wanted to avenge the dead.

Since coming to this era, Yang Ling has not really integrated himself into this era, because he knows that this war is doomed to failure, and any struggle will not save the fate of the fiasco, and has always been a bystander. Posture watcher.

Even saving those remnant soldiers was not to save this doomed war, but to not bear them being wiped out by the devils like that, he just sympathized with them.

But now he watched Heiwazi and others die in front of him, he felt sad and angry. Everyone here is struggling and resisting for this nation. As a Chinese , can't just stand by like this, he has to use his knowledge and strength to change this war.

He can't just watch these familiar people die in the hands of the devil soldiers for nothing, otherwise he will feel guilty for the rest of his life.

Yang Ling dragged the red-tasseled broadsword and walked towards the two wrestling people, all the anger and hatred in his heart were slashed with the broadsword.

The big knife cut into the flesh, and there was the sound of bones breaking. He kicked the ferocious devil to the ground. Even though he was dead, he could still see the ferocious appearance of the devil baring his teeth and claws.

"Pick up your bayonet and follow me!" Yang Ling yelled at the remnant soldiers who were coughing and panting violently, and continued to walk forward with the knife in hand.

There was a devil in the trench who rushed towards him, but Yang Ling dodged it sideways. The blood splattered from the sword, and the devil's head was left powerlessly to the side. There was only a piece of skin on his neck connected to his head. Blood flowed out and penetrated into it. soil.

The injured Yang Ling was even more dangerous. His resolute face was covered with dust, but his black eyes were full of murderous intent. He wanted to kill these little devils.

There were more and more people following Yang Ling, and they gathered together again. They swarmed up to face the devils, smashed them with gun butts, stabbed them with bayonets, and killed each devil to the ground.

"Boom!" Someone picked up the grenade on the ground and began to bombard the individual devil soldiers, and the sound of bullets on the battlefield rang out again.

The saber in the hands of the devil squadron leader was already covered with blood, and three remnant soldiers had already died under his hands. Seeing that Yang Ling was gathering the remnant soldiers, he yelled and rushed over with a few devils.

Seeing the devil soldiers rushing over, Yang Ling took out the grenade, pulled it hard, and green smoke came out, and then ruthlessly threw it towards the devils who rushed over.

The grenade swirled and landed among the devils, and then the gunpowder exploded violently. The force of the explosion directly tore the blood of the devils, and the rags fell down like a celestial maiden scattered flowers.

The devil's squadron leader was burnt black and smoking. He felt the heat coming from his face. He reached out to touch the bright red blood. Seeing Yang Ling limping towards him, the devil's squadron leader became angry. .

Grinning his teeth, he stood up, raised his saber with both hands and rushed towards Yang Ling, and then slashed it down fiercely.