Bright Sword: Stop pretending, I am the most powerful warlord

The devil was getting closer and closer, and Yang Zhihua and the others also knew that they would definitely not be able to escape today, and they had already made up their minds that they must die.

But they are not willing to die like this, even if they die, they have to drag the devils.

Especially Yang Zhihua, who was originally the head of the New Seventh Regiment of the Eighth Route Army, but she learned the position of her enemy not long after she took office.

In anger, he directly led his troops to pursue without authorization, but he fell into a trap and caused heavy losses to the New Seventh Regiment.

Although he himself is a very capable person, the consequences are too bad.

Even if the brigade commander wanted to protect him, he had no choice but to demote him from regimental commander to militiaman.

After becoming a militiaman, Yang Zhihua did not give up on himself, but became the captain of the militia with his own ability.

Originally, his team was prepared to cooperate with the mobilization of nearby troops.

But when they passed by here, they were discovered by the devil's reconnaissance squadron, and the two sides immediately launched a fierce exchange of fire.

Originally, his militia consisted of more than 100 people, but after fierce fighting, there are now only a dozen of them left.

"Da Linzi, how many shells do we have?"

Yang Zhihua looked at the devils who were getting closer and closer to them and asked hurriedly.

"Brother Zhihua, there are not many more, and there are three explosive packs!"

"Give it all to me!" Yang Zhihua shouted immediately.

At the same time, he took two grenades from his waist and placed them next to the cannon.

"Brother Zhihua, what are you?"

Yang Zhihua gasped and laughed, "We will definitely not be able to escape today."

"Although this cannon is worthless, I still don't want to leave it to the devil."

"After the little devil comes in, we will fire the grenade, and then we will take this earth cannon and die with the little devil."

"Even when we reach the underworld, we still have someone who can beat these little devils, right?"

Da Linzi nodded, a trace of tears flashed in his eyes, but he soon became resolute again.

Seeing this, Yang Zhihua patted him on the shoulder, and then packed the explosives into the cannon.

"boom!"

There was a deafening bang, and several devils who were approaching not far away were blown away at once.

The air waves generated by the explosion directly made these devils a little unsteady.

Yamaguchi Chuichi, the leader of the Devil Squadron, stood up and shook off the dust from his hat, his eyes full of murderous intent.

"Baga, the damn Chinese, actually tried to attack the locust army with this kind of low-end cannon?"

"It's an insult to the locust army to be entangled with such an opponent for so long."

"Order, all teams launch an attack immediately!"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, another round of dynamite fell and exploded among them.

In an instant, the devil who was about to take action immediately got down and avoided.

After the explosion, a leader of the devil squad helped Chuichi Yamaguchi up.

"Your Excellency Yamaguchi, the terrain ahead is narrow, and the Chinese have earthen artillery as support. If we attack forcefully, we may suffer heavy casualties!"

"And I don't know why, but their guns are very accurate, and they land on our team almost every time."

Shan Kouzhong frowned: "Ba Ga!"

"There is such a gunner among the damn Chinese, which really caused a lot of trouble for our attack."

The devil captain nodded: "Your Excellency Yamaguchi, I think if we can capture these Chinese people alive and make them submit to the empire, I'm afraid we can improve our combat effectiveness a lot."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chuichi Yamaguchi glared at him viciously.

"Baga, what do you mean?"

"There are a lot of people who can hit the imperial artillery accurately, and a small Chinese is also equipped to use the imperial artillery? This is simply a daydream."

"Hayi!" The devil squad leader immediately bowed his head and admitted his mistake.

Yamaguchi snorted coldly: "The Chinese are only fit to be lackeys of the empire, and any large-scale artillery will not be entrusted to them."

"Order, the first team and the second team set up machine guns on both sides to suppress the Chinese people and use them as a cover. The third team immediately launched a charge to wipe out all the Chinese people."

"Hayi!" The ghost squad leader responded, then quickly turned and left.

After the devil's preparations were completed, the bullets immediately shot towards Yang Zhihua like a torrential rain.

Faced with such a violent attack by the devils, Yang Zhihua and the others were beaten so hard that they didn't even dare to raise their heads.

He could only lie behind the cover and shoot a few symbolic shots at the devils.

The entire battlefield situation is almost overwhelming.

Seeing this, a soldier beside Yang Zhihua wanted to put the last explosive package into the earth cannon, so as to reduce the suppression of the devil's firepower.

But as soon as he stood up, he was sieved by the bullets fired at high speed before he touched the explosive package.

"I'll go!" Seeing this, Da Linzi jumped out to pick up the explosive package.

"Brother Zhihua, I got it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, before he had time to put the explosive bag in, a bullet had already shot through his chest.

"Dalinzi!" Yang Zhihua roared, his eyes filled with tears and anger.

"You bastards, I'm fighting with you!"

After speaking, he immediately turned over and rolled to the side of the explosive bag.

But the devil's bullet was too violent. In just a few seconds, Yang Zhihua was also shot in the arm.

Although it was just a scratch, the burning pain still made it difficult for him to lift his arm.

He leaned against the back of the bunker, panting heavily.

However, people around him kept falling down, and Yang Zhihua's eyes slowly closed.

He knew that the devil was very close to them.

According to this distance, at this time, as long as the devils throw a few grenades, they will all die without a doubt.

The reason why the devils don't do this is very simple, they are enjoying, enjoying the "cat-and-mouse process."

They want to see the Chinese people's powerless resistance and finally desperate expressions, so as to obtain that so-called sense of satisfaction.

However, Yang Zhihua will never allow himself to be a tool for the devil to make fun of.

His eyes fell on the dynamite pack by his leg.

A flash of determination flashed in his eyes, and with his other hand he took out a fire pocket from his pocket.

He has already made a plan, as soon as the devil comes, he will immediately ignite the explosives and die with the devil.

And in this short moment, several militia fighters around fell down.

The gunfire of the resistance is getting smaller and smaller.

Chuichi Yamaguchi had obviously noticed this, and he let out a strange cry in excitement.

"Haha! Those Chinese people gave up resistance. They gave up resistance!"

"Quick, speed up, rush up, I want to live, I want to cut off their heads with my own hands."

Yamaguchi laughed loudly, as if he had already seen victory.

At this moment, there was a burst of intense gunfire not far away.

"Da da da!"

More than a dozen devils fell to the ground, and then the gunfire became more and more intense.

Yang Zhihua and Shankou Zhongyi were all stunned, thinking in their hearts: Where did the gunshot come from?Who is it?