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

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The severe pain distorted Kuroda Ichiro's stern face, making him look extraordinarily ferocious, but the pain aroused the fierceness in his bones.

He drew his knife and turned around, ignoring the blood bubbling under his ribs, staring viciously at the blacksmith, the deputy battalion commander standing like an iron tower, and raised his dusty saber again.

Although Kuroda Ichiro knew that he was no match for this dark-skinned Chinese soldier, he still chose to fight to the death.

A guerrilla brother who broke through the gunpowder saw Ichiro Kuroda, the devil who was confronting the deputy battalion commander blacksmith head-on, and subconsciously raised his gun to shoot him.

"He's mine—" the blacksmith roared, holding the big knife hanging down, he rushed towards Ichiro Kuroda.

Kuroda Ichiro also let out a strange cry, and charged head-on with his saber, while the guerrilla brother with a gun was nervously aiming at Kuroda Ichiro, worried that his chief would be hurt.

The blacksmith and the stocky Kuroda Ichiro were like two raging bulls. The blood-stained saber collided with the dust-stained saber of the devil's major, Kuroda Ichiro, and a series of sparks burst out.

The rolling saber in the blacksmith's hand stabbed along the devil's saber and pulled out a string of sparks. Regardless of the numbness from the arm, the impact force of the body drove the blade forward. wiped on.

The bodies of the two sides intertwined, a stream of warm blood flew out from Kuroda Ichiro's neck, and a hideous blood hole appeared on his neck, spurting blood like a fountain.

Kuroda Ichiro staggered forward a few steps, clutched his bloody neck and fell to the ground dejectedly, twitched twice and did not move.

The blacksmith beheaded Ichiro Kuroda, the devil's major, with a single blow, and several devils nearby immediately screamed and rushed forward with bright bayonets.

At this moment, the guerrilla brother who was standing next to the battle circle reacted this time, and hurriedly pulled the bolt to raise the gun and shoot.

The bullet pierced through the left chest of a devil, and the devil's body was driven backward by the impact of the bullet and fell to the ground, but the other three devils were already approaching.

Facing the three Japanese soldiers rushing forward, the guerrilla brother anxiously wanted to shoot again, but he was too nervous to pull the bolt of the gun with trembling hands.

Seeing that the three sharp bayonets were about to pierce his body, the blacksmith rushed over like a whirlwind from the side, passed the anxious brother sweating profusely, and met the three devils.

The back of the blood-dripping saber in the blacksmith's hand swung the bayonet of the leading devil upwards, and then the heavy blade slashed down, cutting off the devil soldier's entire left shoulder.

"Ah!" The ghost soldier uttered a shrill scream, and fell to the ground clutching his bloody arms. The other two bayonets had already pierced the blacksmith, one left and one right.

Facing the bayonet stabbing him, the blacksmith advanced instead of retreating. The knife in his hand swung away the bayonet on the right, and avoided the bayonet on the left with one side of his body.

The little devil on the left was too hard and stabbed in the air, but it was too late to stop. The blacksmith grinned and showed his white teeth, and poked forward with the tip of the knife in his hand. It's heart-warming.

The bayonet was missed by the devil who swung away, and seeing his companion was killed, he let out a strange cry, and the bayonet stabbed at the blacksmith again.

The blacksmith's knife was still in another devil's body, and he was about to be stabbed, but the devil was knocked away by a figure flying over from the side, and it was the guerrilla brother who rushed to help.

The guerrilla brother and the devil fell to the ground together. The devil was short, strong and strong, while the guerrilla brother was skinny.

The devil's gun was thrown away, and he didn't pick it up. He pinched the guerrilla brother to the ground with his teeth and claws, and pinched the guerrilla brother's neck with both hands.

The blacksmith kicked the half-dead devil in front of him, and pulled out the bloody sword. He stepped forward in two steps, held the mad devil's head with one hand, and pulled the sword against his neck. Sprayed guerrilla brothers all over the face.

"Are you all right?" The blacksmith asked the guerrilla brother who was covered in dust and blood from the ground with concern.

"It's...it's okay...wow..." The guerrilla brother's face was covered with blood, and the blood rushed into his brain, and he couldn't hold back and vomited it out.

At this moment, within a few hundred meters around the wreckage of the Devil convoy, there are all melee fighting groups, covered by gunpowder smoke and splashed with blood.

Bayonet against bayonet, the sound of the gun butt smashing into bones, and the desperate wailing before death were mixed together.

The surviving little devils were as vicious as a wounded wild animal. Even if they were surrounded by several brothers, they still bared their teeth and claws and refused to admit defeat.

There were also wounded devils who clearly had only one breath left, and still knocked grenades on the guerrilla brothers, screaming indiscriminately.

Although the brothers of the guerrillas had exchanged fire with the little devil on a small scale, most of the time they hid far away and played cold shots, thinking that the devil's strength was just like that.

But now that he had such a direct close combat contact with the little devil, he finally learned how powerful the little devil's men are. Whether it's stabbing skills or fighting will, they are not comparable to them.

But there are veterans leading the way forward, and the recruits are like newborn calves, not retreating in the face of fierce devils.

The two sides fought on the highway for less than half an hour, and the surviving little devils were wiped out. None of the devils lying on the road had a complete body, and they were all chopped into rotten flesh by the red-eyed guerrilla brothers.

The little devils all lay down, and the brothers were exhausted, and they lay limp on the ground panting, as if their whole bodies had been emptied.

The medical team concealed on the side of the road rushed to the road full of dead and injured, rescued the wounded in the battle, and bandaged them to stop the bleeding.

In just half an hour, the devils and puppet troops were all wiped out by the guerrilla brothers. The devils did not have a single prisoner, but more than 200 puppet troops surrendered.

"Tuan Zuo, you wiped out a devil's senior official." Blacksmith, the deputy battalion commander, waved his hand, and the two brothers dragged a blood-stained corpse to Yang Ling.

"Major?" Yang Ling was also full of surprise. He didn't expect to kill a devil, a Shao Zuo, by mistake. It was really a surprise.

He originally wanted to encircle the spot to fight for aid, lure some devils out of Qinghe Town and eliminate them, so as to relieve the pressure for the recovery of Qinghe Town, but who knew he killed a major.

The blacksmith said with lingering fear: "I just asked the puppet troops who were captured. This time, there are two squadrons of devils who are not full and two companies of puppet troops who have come to reinforce Yuzhuang."

"Puppet troops from two squadrons and two companies?" Wu Changqing, the second battalion commander who came over, also took a breath, and immediately cursed: "Damn, why are there so many devils? There are actually two squadrons."

Yang Ling also secretly scolded himself for being careless. He thought that the devils who came out to reinforce Yuzhuang would send some troops at most, but the devils were crowded in the car covered with curtains, and they started fighting without knowing it.

I just thought it was a difficult battle, but I didn't expect to wipe out so many devils in one go, and I was excited after being scared.

They wiped out so many devils by mistake, so there must not be many left in Qinghe Town, and it will be much easier to restore Qinghe Town.

In fact, Yang Ling and the others were able to achieve such a big victory because of luck. If they really waited for the devils of these two squadrons to unfold, the outcome would be unpredictable.

Fortunately, the devils were in a hurry to go to Yuzhuang to destroy the main force of the guerrillas. They were stunned by the sudden attack and were killed by landmines and explosives before getting out of the car. This made Yang Ling and the others take advantage of it.

But even so, it took Yang Ling and the others half an hour to wipe out all the devils and end the battle.

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Under the leaden sky, the streets of Qinghe Town were deserted with few pedestrians. The cold wind swirled across the street, and the discarded newspapers rattled.

During the years of war and chaos, the formerly prosperous Qinghe Town also showed some signs of dilapidation, and the cavalry merchants hadn't been here for a long time.

The roads are not smooth, rogues, routs, and bandits appear and disappear, and robbery and robbery often occur.

The Chongqing government could not reach the enemy-occupied areas. The devil soldiers controlled the towns, but they could not control the countryside. They were also powerless, so that many places became anarchic.

There are a few grain shops in the town, although the cloth shop and the money shop are open, but few people visit them. The only lively place in the town is the Yingchun Building, where devils and puppet soldiers are frequent visitors.

But today, the entrance hall of the Yingchun Tower has become cold. The ghosts and puppet soldiers who used to drink and play money in the past drove out of the town early in the morning, and the people who stayed behind were also facing the enemy.

"What's the matter today, there's no one there?" Looking at the deserted street, a woman who made a living selling butcher's face was full of melancholy.

In these turbulent years, men can't survive, let alone these helpless women, so the business of selling meat is also forced by life, and in order to survive, they don't care about so much.

"I heard that there was a fight in Yuzhuang, and my good friend was called away early in the morning." A woman who knew the inside story said with smoke rings from her mouth.

"There are a lot of soldiers stationed in Yuzhuang. Who would catch the attention of leopards who dare to attack Yuzhuang?" Someone asked in surprise.