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

Devil Sergeant Cao's saber and Luo Feng's ancestral ghost head knife collided fiercely, and the two sides passed each other, and the violent impact shattered the jaws of both sides.

Guizi Juncao and Luo Feng both turned around quickly. Guizi Juncao was surprised when he saw the undamaged Ghost Head Saber in Luo Feng's hand.

Due to the lack of bayonets for Chinese officers and soldiers, they often had to use broadswords to fight. However, due to the influence of the forging process, the quality of the broadswords was uneven, and many times they would break when they collided with the Devil's Saber.

However, the devil's saber is produced on an assembly line, adding lead to increase its hardness, so the quality is still guaranteed. Although it is not as good as a samurai sword, it is still extremely sharp.

After only one round of fighting between Luo Feng and the devil, he had figured out the devil's strength. Although his cold and stern face was covered with dust, he looked even more ferocious. With a low growl, he rushed towards the devil's sergeant again.

Not to be outdone, the Ghost Sergeant fought again, the swords of the two sides collided again, the vicious eyes collided with the angry eyes, and the two sides were almost nose to nose.

Luo Feng is a veteran who has survived many battles, and he has many ways to kill. After the knife was blocked by the devil, in an instant, his knees bent and slammed into the devil's crotch.

"what!"

The severe pain made the little devil's face twist and hideous. Taking advantage of the devil's subconscious bending and letting go, Luo Feng stretched out one hand and twisted his head. The sharp blade of the devil's head knife has been quickly pulled across the devil's neck.

A fountain of blood gushed out from the devil's neck, and he collapsed unwillingly, and was kicked into the trench by Luo Feng.

"Quick retreat! We can't win!" Luo Feng had just killed the devil army Cao, when a brother next to him dragged him back.

Luo Feng glanced out of the corner of his eye, and about 300 devils' new force had rushed up, and their follow-up troops were blasted back by the devils' artillery fire.

They are now only a few dozen survivors, and they are not opponents of hundreds of devils, so they have to stumble and retreat.

However, the devil's plane rushed forward as if to join in the fun, and they flew over arrogantly at low altitude, and the strong air current threw Luo Feng and a veteran into the trench.

The sharp wings directly cut off a few brothers who couldn't dodge in time, and just as two devil planes passed by, the other two flew down again, and the machine gun's ballistic trajectory fiercely cut into the retreating team, flying flesh and blood.

"Grenade!"

Seeing the devil behind him rushing up, the surviving veterans threw all the remaining grenades out of their bodies one after another.

After throwing out the grenade, they ran towards their own position, one grenade and two grenades, and soon the grenade behind them exploded.

When the veteran Luo Feng rushed into his own trench panting heavily, the devil's shells followed suit and threw the blown dirt in.

Looking up, I saw the familiar face of another gray-faced veteran who rolled into the trench. Both sides were panting and leaning against the trench wall, grinning ugly, thankfully they survived again.

Text Chapter 872 Stuck Battlefield

More than a dozen villages and towns outside Gaoyou City have been reduced to ruins, and layers of corpses are covered with fields and ditches, extending all the way to Gaoyou City.

The No. [-] guerrilla force in the Sulu theater led by Major General Ma Yuren, the guerrilla commander, fought bloody battles with the garrison troops of the devil Gaoyou for several days.

Although there are only a few hundred devils and more than 1000 puppet troops guarding Gaoyou, they have strong fortifications and bunkers.

And there were hordes of planes, bombers, and fighter jets in the sky to assist in the battle, and several days of bloody battles.Instead, the guerrillas suffered heavy losses.

The smoke of gunpowder and the burning of sundries in the ruins made the sky dark, and the officers and soldiers who were mad couldn't tell what time it was. Every time the charge horn sounded, they dragged their hungry and tired bodies forward.

Most of the strongholds and positions outside the devil city were gnawed down by the guerrilla officers and soldiers, but they also paid a heavy price. In front of those bunkers, there were layers of corpses.

"Boom...boom...boom!"

A series of shells exploded in the ruins, and countless broken rubble and remains were blasted and splashed in all directions.

A group of ragged guerrilla officers and soldiers retreated in embarrassment under the pursuit of the shells, and the whizzing bullets burst out of the gunpowder smoke behind them continuously, hitting fountains of blood on their bodies.

"cover!"

Veteran Luo Feng's face was already covered with sticky blood and mud. Seeing the assault brothers retreated under the pursuit of shells, he roared and put a rifle on the trench.

A group of guerrilla brothers who were resting close to the trench with tired expressions also jumped up one after another, leaning sideways to the trench on the side facing the devils, and stretched out their rifles one by one.

"Run to both sides! Don't block us!"

The low-level officers in this trench were all dead, and the veteran Luo Feng became the leader of this group of skirmishers. As a veteran, he had rich experience and could barely take on the command responsibility.

The brothers who retreated in a panic saw the black muzzle of the gun in front of them. After hearing the roar, they were stunned for a moment, and then scattered towards the sides.

A group of ghost soldiers, who looked like ghosts and people, looked like they crawled out of a garbage dump, rushed out of the gunpowder smoke that covered the battlefield, and appeared in Luo Feng's field of vision.

The little devil has been besieged for several days. He has been fighting in the mud with guerrilla officers and soldiers all day long. He has no such arrogance. Instead, he looks like a group of beggars, but their fierce eyes show that they are still fighting. .

"Hold on!"

Seeing the little devils constantly jumping out of the gunpowder, veteran Luo Feng's hand holding the rifle was dripping with sweat.

All the officers in their trench have been martyred, and they all fell on the way to charge, and there are now more than 30 people in this trench, from five different companies.

He has to avenge these brothers who are still alive. When he was a big soldier before, he only needed to charge and kill the enemy, but now he has to learn to command and lead his brothers to live on the cruel battlefield.

"200 meters!"

A brother loaded the bullet with a bang, and the muzzle of the gun was already aimed at the devil who rushed in front, reminding Luo Feng loudly.

"100 meters!"

"Only 60 meters away!"

The devil's bullets had already whizzed over, and some brothers' heads exploded like watermelons, and they were knocked over by the impact of the bullets and fell into the trench.

The brother on Luo Feng's left had his shoulder pierced, and he also fell down and rolled in the trench screaming, but he still stared at the ferocious little devils, forced himself to be calm, and did not issue any orders.

The brothers were already a little anxious, and the sound of pulling the bolt of the gun kept ringing, but they were all soldiers who had fought several battles, and no one shot without authorization.

"Grenade ready!" Seeing that the little devil had approached within 30 meters, and he could even see the scar on the little devil's face, Luo Feng finally gave the order to attack.

Strings of grenades were thrown out vigorously by the guerrilla brothers waving their arms, like a rain of grenades.

The little devil played his wishful thinking. He wanted to take advantage of the darkness to fight back and expand his defensive position, so he chased after the retreating guerrilla officers and soldiers.

After rushing to the distance of less than 30 meters from the first-line guerrilla trenches, they could rush in with one charge. The corner of the kid's mouth was already sneering, and their plan was about to be achieved.

But when they saw the grenades that fell like hailstones, their expressions changed wildly, and they hurriedly rushed towards the nearby craters and debris, preparing to avoid them.

"Rumble rumble—"

The orange-red flash of the grenade explosion was extraordinarily dazzling on the darkened battlefield, like streaks of ferocious lightning. In the rising smoke and dust, the devils were continuously knocked out by the shock waves.

Explosions and flesh and blood flew everywhere, and many grenades exploded in the air. Before the little devils who had just lay down had time to be happy, their entire backs were covered by large areas of shrapnel.

"Ah!" A mournful howl came from the smoke of the explosion, and was soon drowned out by more explosions.

The more than 30 guerrilla officers and soldiers no longer needed Luo Feng's order, they knew what they were doing, and they all aimed at the little devil and pressed the trigger.

Before the little devil could find his sense of balance from the deafening explosion, he was pierced by the howling bullets while he was stumbling around, and the bloody bullet sank into No.2 devil's body undiminished.