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

The devil officer slashed with too much force, and directly crashed into Zhao Wenbin's arms. The tip of the bayonet knife that stabbed into the devil officer's stomach also came out of his back with blood dripping from his back.

The devil officer bared his teeth in pain, but he refused to give in. Instead, he threw away the saber in his hand like an enraged beast, and grabbed Zhao Wenbin's neck with bloody hands.

Zhao Wenbin wanted to hide, but stepped on the edge of the trench, and rolled into the scorched trench together with the devil officer, kicking up a cloud of mud and dust.

The severe pain from his back made him react. Seeing the devil soldier who fell in front of him stretching his teeth and claws, he wanted to pounce on himself. He grabbed the devil officer's saber and slashed at his head.

Puchi!The saber slashed slightly, and then chopped off the devil officer's head neatly. The bloody head gurgled and rolled onto the soil. You stared fiercely at Zhao Wenbin, dying with regret.

The Devils howled like wild beasts and kept rushing out of the thick smoke. Although the brothers of the Northeast Army were brave, some people were stabbed to the ground one after another.

Zhao Wenbin wiped the blood from his face, looking around, the whole position has become a mess, there is me in you, and you in me, fighting together.

The ghost soldiers were like crazy lunatics, regardless of casualties and pain, they recklessly attacked the defenders, and their position was in danger.

Zhao Wenbin fought in the rain of blood with the saber of the devil officer. From time to time, bullets swished past his side, and sticky blood sprayed over. Broken arms and legs were everywhere. The two sides had already fallen into a deadly battle.

Although the battle was difficult, none of the soldiers of the Northeast Army guarding the position was a coward. Even if they were injured and fell to the ground, they would blow up grenades and blow themselves and the devils to pieces.

Seeing the soaring flesh and blood, Zhao Wenbin's heart ached. He killed the devil even more fiercely. He had already turned into a blood gourd, and his eyes were full of blood. He killed the enemy mechanically, and then killed the enemy again.

The only remaining captain and company commander of the second battalion was carrying a machete, and his whole body turned into a tower of blood, and all the devils who rushed towards him became headless ghosts.

Taking advantage of his inattention, a devil soldier sneaked up from behind, and the bayonet pierced through his ribs. The captain and company commander panicked, turned his head to look at the devil soldier who was sneaking up, his eyes widened, he roared and swung his sword, the devil The soldier's head flew out again.

It's just that the captain and company commander seemed to have exhausted all the strength in his body, kneeling on the ground with a big knife dripping blood, panting heavily.

Seeing that he was injured, the eyes of the two devil soldiers were filled with excitement, and the captain and company commander suddenly had two blood holes on his body.

"Kill!" Seeing this, Zhao Wenbin rushed forward with his saber in hand.

One devil was slashed in the middle of the stomach, and the internal organs flowed out along the gap, and the other devil's calf was cut off directly, and he rolled in the trench, screaming like a pig being slaughtered.

"Sixth! Sixth!" Zhao Wenbin hugged the bloody captain and company commander, and shouted mournfully.

The captain and company commander looked at Zhao Wenbin, who had bulging veins on his forehead, and forced a smile on his painful face: "Battle... Battalion Commander, I didn't embarrass the Northeast Army..." The captain and company commander died before he finished speaking.

"Battalion Commander! I can't stand it anymore!" A brother covered in blood shouted at Zhao Wenbin while fighting with the devil.

Zhao Wenbin stood up murderously with his saber in his hand. Seeing more and more devils pouring into the battlefield, his heart sank to the bottom. Is the battlefield really going to be lost in his hands?He is full of unwillingness!

"Come on! Kill!" At this moment, there was a shout of killing not far away, and Yang Ling led the guerrilla battalion to come up for reinforcements.

"Reinforcement is here! Reinforcement is here!" A brother from the Northeast Army shouted excitedly. After shouting, he fell straight to the ground and died.

Yang Ling rushed and fought. The [-]-[-] rifle in his hand was so powerful that it almost never missed a shot. Most of the devils he aimed at would not escape being hit. .

The joining of hundreds of new troops cheered up the surviving brothers of the Northeast Army. Regardless of fatigue and pain, they followed Yang Ling and the others to fight back.

"Retreat! Retreat!" Seeing that the situation was not good, the ghost soldiers who rushed into the defender's position hurriedly turned around and ran away.

"Don't stop! Go to the end!" How could Yang Ling give up this opportunity to beat the dog in the water, and took the opportunity to fight back.

The surviving brothers of the Northeast Army were also jealous, especially Zhao Wenbin who took the lead and killed them while carrying the ghost soldier's ass.

The devils didn't expect the Chinese defenders to kill the retreating soldiers, but they didn't dare to shoot indiscriminately because they were blocked by their own soldiers in front, and they were sweating profusely.

In just a short while, Yang Ling and the others rushed into the devil soldier's position unstoppably. In the lead were dozens of Northwest Army brothers with machetes.

"Hold it! Hold it up!" The officers in the devil's camp yelled, but in the face of the wolves and tigers of the guerrilla battalion's new force, the devil's camp was like paper, which could be broken with a single stab.

The fierce battle lasted for 10 minutes. After paying a heavy price, all the more than 200 devils in the devil's position were wiped out, and the Chinese soldiers also turned into blood men, as if they were fished out of a pool of blood.

The old smoker led people into the tent behind a low hill, and looked around, it was full of devils and wounded soldiers with fierce faces.

"What's going on inside?" Seeing Old Smoker rush in and back out, Yang Ling strode over and asked.

The old smoker frowned and said, "They are all devils and wounded soldiers, what should we do?"

"Leave it to us!" Before Yang Ling could speak, Zhao Wenbin, who was like a gourd of blood, strode over holding the bleeding Devil Saber.

Seeing that Yang Ling didn't speak, Old Smoker stepped aside to give way, and Zhao Wenbin led more than a dozen Northeast Army brothers into the tent.

ah ah!Puchi!

Painful screams came from inside the tent, and within a few minutes, the indifferent Zhao Wenbin opened the tent and walked out.

The old smoker looked into the tent curiously, and after just one glance, his heart was full of emotions, and he couldn't help turning his head and holding a tree to vomit.

"I'm calling Zhao Wenbin, Major of the Second Battalion." Zhao Wenbin didn't seem to feel any discomfort about slaughtering so many devils and wounded soldiers, so he went straight to Yang Ling and stretched out his sticky hand.

Yang Ling didn't mind either, he liked decisive people like this. He reached out to hold Zhao Wenbin's hand, and introduced himself, "Guerrilla Battalion Major Yang Ling——"

Hearing the name Yang Ling, Zhao Wenbin was a little taken aback. He didn't expect that it was the famous Yang Ling who came to help.

"Battalion Commander Yang, your name is like a thunderbolt. I've heard it before. You fought bloody alone and killed General Devil. It's really fucking relieved. You guys have guts!" Zhao Wenbin gave Yang Ling a thumbs up as he spoke.

"Your brothers in the Northeast Army will not retreat in bloody battles! They are also tough men, and I, Yang Ling, admire them!"

Hearing what Yang Ling said, Zhao Wenbin's heart felt warm, and his eyes were moist. Finally, someone was looking at the Northeast Army.

When they confronted the devils in the Fourth Northeast Province, they were ordered not to resist. In order to prevent them from impulsively, the bullets were confiscated and put into storage, so that when the conflict broke out later, they were unarmed.

Hundreds of thousands of troops were just driven out of the Northeast by the devils. They lost their wives, children, parents, and great rivers and mountains.

Now with Yang Ling's approval, a man like him suddenly has the urge to hug his head and cry.

"Battalion Commander Zhao, the devils may have to fight back, let's step up and consolidate our position." Yang Ling also saw that Zhao Wenbin was in a bad mood, so he hurriedly changed the subject.

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Thick smoke billowed and covered the sky, and the battlefield was blown to pieces by rumbling artillery fire. The trenches and bunkers where they were built had been razed to the ground, and even the bloody scorched earth was mixed with broken limbs.

"Damn, this little devil is really crazy!"

Yang Dashu breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the little devil retreat like a tide again, he hastily let go of his hand, which was scalded by the hot gun barrel, and cursed fiercely.

The devils received a death order and demanded to capture Jiangyin within two days. In just half a day, they launched six large-scale attacks. They went crazy and caused heavy casualties to the Chinese soldiers guarding the position.

"Company commander, should we repair the trenches?" A platoon leader with blood-oozing gauze wrapped around his ears approached Yang Dashu and asked.

"What's the matter with repairing, the devils fell down with artillery fire, and then they were blown up again." Yang Dashu pointed to the stacked corpses in front of the position and said: "Then pull those dead people back and pile them up for sandbags."

The platoon leader shrunk his head hesitantly: "Company commander, those are dead people, it is unlucky to use them as sandbags..."

Yang Dashu kicked the talking platoon leader angrily: "Geely shit, if there is no cover, believe it or not, if the devil charges again, I will have to dig a hole to bury you."

Thinking of death, the platoon leader also shivered, knowing that this is not an issue of auspiciousness and unluckiness, let's talk about living first, he turned around and greeted without hesitation: "Don't be so fucking dumb, drag the dead back Pile it up to you!"