Anti-Japanese War Korean Crazy

Jiang Long frowned. Although he is also a bold Northeast guy, the five big and three thick guys in front of him are too familiar!

"you are?"

Zhang Dabiao said: "Brother, I used to be in the Dried Fruit Army, the 29th Army's Broadsword Team, and now I am Zhang Dabiao, the battalion commander of the First Battalion of the Independent Regiment of the Eighth Route Army. It's a pleasure to meet you!"

Jiang Long nodded, but he didn't introduce himself just because the other party introduced himself. Although Zhang Dabiao is a battalion commander, it is reasonable to say that he has a higher official position than him. He just pulled back his hand and turned his head to continue directing the battle .

"Brother Guojun really helped our Eighth Route Army a lot this time. From now on, we will leave this battle to us." Zhang Dabiao said while holding his machete and staring.

The heavy machine guns of the Japanese army were still ticking and firing non-stop. Jiang Long said: "The devil's heavy machine guns are too powerful, and they have blocked the boundary of our charge. It is difficult to fight. It is really impossible. Our mission has been completed. Having successfully crossed the river, it is better to retreat directly."

Zhang Dabiao looked at Jiang Long and laughed loudly: "How can a shirtless person be afraid of wearing clothes? Brother Guojun is rich and powerful, but our Eighth Route Army is jealous of the equipment in the hands of the little devil. The little devil must take it and give it to us." !

A company long. "

"Yes, battalion commander, don't worry, I will organize the stormtroopers to charge up."

The efficiency of the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army was beyond Jiang Long's imagination, and a stormtrooper was organized spontaneously in just a short time.

Jiang Long was just about to reach out to remind the Japanese army that the heavy machine guns were too powerful.

The company commander actually led an assault team of dozens of people, without saying a word, he rushed towards the heavy machine gun fire of the Japanese army.

Zhang Dabiao stood up at the same time, held up the machete, and shouted: "Comrades, kill!"

In an instant, under the leadership of Zhang Dabiao, more than 300 Eighth Route Army soldiers who joined Jiang Long rushed out of the bunker on the slope and launched a fierce attack on the Japanese heavy machine gun fire.

Jiang Long froze on the spot, an indescribable shock suddenly appeared in his heart.

"Company Commander, these Eighth Route Army are not afraid of death in war? Don't they fear death?" The subordinate's voice rang in Jiang Long's ear.

die?

Jiang Long stood up stupefied, his son didn't care about the threat of bullets from the Japanese army anymore.

In front of the bunker on the earth slope was a blank area of ​​nearly [-] meters, and the two heavy machine guns of the Japanese army fired wildly at two tricky positions.

Could it be that the Eighth Route Army has a copper head and iron bones, and is not afraid of the Japanese machine guns and bullets. Is it really like the rumors that it is an invincible monster?

Of course not, the Eighth Route Army is also made of flesh and blood.

In this short charge, Jiang Long saw through the binoculars that the Eighth Route Army soldiers who launched a fierce attack on the Japanese heavy machine gun positions fell down in groups.

But no one retreated, and everyone stepped forward, like moths to a flame.

Companions fell beside them one by one. Instead of stopping for a moment, their footsteps became more determined and moved forward bravely.

The inevitable sacrifice spread among them like a tide, but each figure seemed to have no intention of turning around and retreating.

This scene is heart-wrenching. Charge, die, charge again, die again, and the follow-up people will always follow one another, as if repeating a cycle of death. They pick up the guns of their comrades, they pick up the knives of their comrades, and continue to fight. Unwavering onslaught.

Zhang Dabiao, who had previously made Jiang Long feel a little irritated and funny, was roaring during the charge:

"Kill, grenade, platoon leader, are you fucking dead yet? Bring me the grenade. I'm going to blow up this bastard myself today."

A row of long-eyed canthus cracked, "Battle Commander, I'll go."

As he said that, without waiting for Zhang Dabiao's reaction, he held a cluster grenade and quickly approached a machine gun of the Japanese army.

"Cover, cover!" Zhang Dabiao growled like a beast.

Amidst the hail of bullets, a platoon of commanders rushed forward quickly.

At this moment, even Jiang Long and his entourage, who were watching the battle from behind the bunker, were heartbroken. Everyone was secretly sweating for this brave platoon leader. At this moment, the hope of this part of the charge fell on him. One person.

"Hit, give me a hard hit!"

Zhang Dabiao continued to roar, trying in vain to attract all the firepower of the Japanese army.

But the little devils are not stupid, they know what the consequences will be if the machine gunner is approached by the enemy.

The devil's heavy machine gunner didn't care about hitting the enemies charging not far away, and turned his gun first and fired a row of bullets at the charging platoon leader.

Amid the exclamation of the crowd, the bullets without long eyes directly knocked down a row of long sweeps.

A sneer flickered on the corner of the Japanese machine gunner's mouth, and he continued to turn his gun and shoot at the other Eighth Route Army soldiers who were charging again.

The original exclamation stopped abruptly, and turned into a sigh. The platoon of Chang Chengjiang looked in admiration. He was also a platoon leader, but this platoon leader of the Eighth Route Army was really brave and unparalleled.

A short-sighted soldier from the Houyong regiment murmured, "Aren't these Eighth Route Army's brains not working properly? Aren't they going to die?"

"To shut up!"

Jiang Long and Cheng Jiang scolded almost in unison.

Cheng Jiang said with emotion: "This platoon leader of the Eighth Route Army is far inferior to him."

Jiang Long laughed at himself and said: "I've been making jokes about this being a bastard all day long, and making jokes about that being a bum, but now I realize that I am also a bastard.

Old Cheng, do you still remember what the team leader told us before?

I finally understand a little bit now. "

Cheng Jiang was puzzled: "Company commander, what do you understand?"

"I understand what kind of team the Eighth Route Army is." Jiang Long said, determination flashed in his eyes, and he said decisively: "Old Cheng, that Zhang Dabiao is right, shirtless is definitely not for pretending, we are naked." Those with shoulders should be braver than those with clothes.

The Eighth Route Brothers are about to be wiped out, and we can't make people laugh, tell the brothers, today I, Jiang Long, will be at the forefront, if anyone dares to back down half a step from me, when the battle is over, as long as I am still alive, I will shoot him personally over him. "

Cheng Jiang was shaken all over, and quickly responded, "Yes!"

Support a wave for the platoon leader!

598 Cherishing Each Other

The fierce battle continued, and the heavy machine guns of the Japanese army seemed to have lost their sound. Only the silent firepower was gushing fiercely, like blooming fireworks, but they were harvesting lives all the time.

Everyone thought that the leader of the platoon had died, even the moment the leader of the platoon was hit by a bullet, I thought so too.

But after the severe pain, consciousness gradually recovered, and the leader of the row just felt that his lower legs seemed to have lost all feeling.

Obviously, the Japanese machine gunner pressed the muzzle too low, and just shot a row of long legs.

It's just that the firepower of this heavy machine gun is so fierce, and it is this kind of short-range sudden fire. When a row of bullets hits, it almost shatters a row of long legs. The severe pain in the platoon leader's knee almost made him faint.

But you can't die, a voice came to mind in a long line.

All the hopes of Comrade Charge are on him. There is a tenacious will in his head telling himself that he must blow it up, blow it up, get up and blow it up!