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

The company commander who led the charge glanced at the artillery position behind him billowing in smoke, and with one hand supporting the blood-stained trench, turned over and jumped out.

The devil's plane has come to help the battle, and it's time to deal with them after dealing with the artillery, so if they want to survive, they have to hang up and hang with the devil, otherwise they will wait for the devil's plane to wreak havoc.

A piece of bayonet surged out of the trench, and quickly passed the bumpy, full of bullet craters and buffer sites of corpses, and rushed towards the devil's position.

There was no shouting and killing from mountains and tsunami, only a piece of forward bayonets and a vigorous body. Through the dense smoke, they had already seen the devil soldiers running and shouting in the trenches.

The devil soldiers were exhausted after fighting for several days, and faced a round of shelling with many casualties.

Many bunkers and sandbags were blown away. Before the wounded could be treated and the position restored, the death squads of the guerrillas rushed forward.

"Squad [-], block them!"

Seeing the guerrilla officers and soldiers rushing over with a murderous look, the devil's captain was also sweating coldly on his forehead.

It is necessary to block the charge of the guerrilla officers and soldiers before they restore the line of defense, otherwise let them rush in, and this land will be finished.

"Kill Gaigai!" The leader of the Devil Squad who received the order hastily pulled out his saber, and slammed forward fiercely.

The heads of dozens of disheveled devil soldiers were still buzzing amidst the roar of shelling, but when they saw their commander rushing out, they all held bayonets and screamed to meet the charging guerrilla officers and soldiers.

Text Chapter 871 Tragedy

On the dark and broken battlefield, the charging wave collided head-on with the devil's fighting troops.

"Excuse me! Excuse me!..."

The bayonet pierced through the body and made a dull sound. The brothers and devils in the front row rushed towards each other with all their strength, and the bayonet pierced through the opponent's body almost at the same time.

The little devils are well-nourished and strong and strong. In this kind of close-range collision, their good explosive power has an absolute advantage.

The skinny Chinese officers and soldiers rushing to the front were knocked over by the huge brute force at the same time as the bayonets stabbed into the devil's body, and blood gushed out.

But the little devils didn't feel well either. Before they could draw out their bayonets, desperate guerrilla officers and soldiers flew to throw them down one after another, and then the icy sharp blade wiped their necks.

Although General Ma Yuren's troops are all guerrilla officers and soldiers, their strength is not weak, and a considerable part of the troops are experienced veterans.

Some of them were scattered on the Songhu battlefield and evacuated to Jiangsu, and some stragglers were withdrawn from the Xuzhou battlefield, and were later collected into the guerrillas.

In this guerrilla team, there are not only local officers and soldiers from Jiangsu and Zhejiang, but also many officers and soldiers from the southwest region.

The guerrillas were mixed with stragglers from the Guangxi Army, the Yunnan Army, and the Sichuan Army. Many of them were separated from the main force during the battle.

In this era of backward transportation and communication, they were scattered in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, thousands of miles away from their hometowns, and they couldn't even find their way home without knowing a few characters.

Fortunately, some guerrillas gathered them, so that they could finally get some supplies and ammunition, and all they needed to do was continue to fight.

They couldn't go home, and they couldn't take off their military uniforms to become ordinary people, because after leaving the guerrillas, it was difficult for them to communicate with the local people in their thick dialect, and they couldn't even find food.

They are a group of officers and soldiers fighting in a foreign land, a group of officers and soldiers who have no way out and no future, and their only hope is to defeat the devils.

Only by defeating the devils can they find their troops, prove their identities, and return to their long-lost hometown. This road is destined to be extremely difficult. Many people will not be able to return to their distant hometown until they die in battle. hometown.

"kill!"

These guerrilla death squads who spoke different dialects had amazing combat effectiveness. They killed a small group of devils head-on with just one encounter.

The dozen or so devils facing them were turned into blood sieves by them, and they rushed forward stepping on the dead devils.

On the darkened battlefield, bayonets and broadswords collided with clanging sounds, blood fountains spewed out in roars and shouts, and even the air was stained with blood.

"Da da da......"

The devil's light machine guns were strafing the flanks, constantly shooting and killing the guerrilla officers and soldiers who had escaped from the battle group, but they still couldn't stop the guerrilla officers and soldiers from charging forward.

Five or six devils were stabbed by bayonets and fell into the trenches, followed by red-eyed guerrilla officers and soldiers who jumped into the trenches to make up for it a few times.

"Commander, they're rushing in!"

There was blood mist in the binoculars. Seeing the guerrilla officers and soldiers rushing into the devil's trench, some staff officers shouted excitedly.

"Second Battalion, rush up and stabilize for me!" Commander Ma Yuren saw this scene and had no choice but to yell hastily.

Hundreds of guerrilla officers and soldiers jumped out of the trench and rushed forward quickly.

"Bang bang bang!"

The devil's shells slammed over, and the follow-up troops who had just rushed out were thrown on their backs. Commander Ma Yuren was as anxious as ants on a hot pot.

"Let them charge forward with all their strength, and the devils will not dare to shoot if they rush in!" After receiving the order, the orderly rushed into the gunpowder smoke.

When the devil's artillery blocked the follow-up troops, the brothers of the death squad had already strangled with the devil.

A squadron of Japanese soldiers collided with the officers and soldiers of the Death Squad with bayonets, wrestling and rolling in place, screaming and screaming.

"Little devil, die!"

The veteran who had survived a hundred battles laughed loudly, holding a bundle of cluster grenades in his hand, and rushed towards the place where there were many devils.

"Boom!"

The smoke ring of the dull explosion was spreading, and flesh and blood rose up in the battle group from time to time, and the devils were terrified by the death squad's style of play.

These little devils were all drawn from the reserve and reserve forces. They had never experienced the great wars in Shanghai and Nanjing. They usually fought against local guerrillas, farmers who had just put down their hoes.

In the eyes of the little devils, the Chinese army composed of peasants is a group of rabble, they are enough to crush them into powder.

But this time they are not facing those new recruits, but the veterans who have survived many battles, those veterans who have passed through the gate of hell several times.

Are these brave teachers who climbed out of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood just in vain?

"Kill Gaga!"

The devil's sergeant roared like a wild beast, and knocked over a seriously injured guerrilla officer and soldier. He was also a veteran, but at this moment, he seemed to have been drained of strength. He wanted to struggle, but he was so powerless.

"ah!"

The devil soldier Cao was not willing to let go, the saber pierced the veteran's back fiercely, and went in deeply. The veteran's mouth was full of blood foam. The severe pain made him grow his mouth, and the blood foam kept gushing out. .

"Little devil, I respect your ancestor!" Veteran Luo Feng saw his brother being tortured and killed by the devil, his eyes were red and he rushed towards him.

The little devil also heard the roar a few meters away, he pulled out the saber that pierced the veteran's body ferociously, and a fountain of blood spurted out.

The veteran of hundreds of battles who was still breathing looked at Luo Feng who was rushing over, showing an extremely ugly smile, and the light in his pupils was rapidly fading.

There was a sneer on the corner of Devil Sergeant Cao's mouth, holding a bloody saber in both hands, with a strange cry, he met the angry veteran Luo Feng.

"Chong!"