Lao Tzu is a Warlord

　　There were many casualties on the battlefield.

　　Under the overwhelming artillery fire coverage, the little devil kept moving forward, and six Type [-] heavy machine guns at the other end formed a machine gun position, spraying flames.

　　There are also grenadier squads around the machine guns.

　　As the shells "[-]" smashed out, the sky was full of smoke and dust.

　　"Grenade bombs, machine gun positions, who will kill them!"

　　Wang Shizhong yelled, for the No. 60 Army with very little artillery fire, these grenadiers are the most deadly, with tricky angles and easy to carry, they are like their nightmares!

　　But no one answered him.

　　Now is the most critical moment. The entire first battalion rushed out to meet the little devil hand-to-hand.

　　They shouted frantically, ignoring the hail of bullets, like a rain of bullets, they rushed forward without fear of their own lives!

　　Extremely heroic performance!

　　Full of tragic atmosphere!

　　Some of them fired at the machine gun position, but were shot by the machine gun and became a sieve!

　　Some of them threw them towards the machine gun position, but they were smashed by the grenadiers before they reached the range.

　　The machine guns kept sweeping, and the grenadiers kept blasting!

　　The soldiers of the Jinsui Army who were charging in pieces fell like this, and fell into the fire net intertwined by Little Japan.

　　Wang Shizhong also kept firing, and fired two shots in a row to kill the two gunners of the grenadier, but for some reason, he was spotted by the two machine gunners and swept towards him.

　　Immediately, he saw Zhao Dalian rushing forward, abruptly using his body to block the bullet.

　　His body was smashed into a sieve in an instant, and he desperately held the Czech light machine gun in his hand, but he still didn't pull the trigger in the end.

　　His mouth was full of blood, his body swayed, and he fell headfirst to the ground, and was then stepped on by the brothers who rushed up from behind.

　　Wang Shizhong seemed to have heard Zhao Dalian calling his name.

　　"Fucking shit, little Japan! I'll be your ancestor's [-]th generation!"

　　"Dalian, Dalian!"

　　Wang Shizhong's eyes were blood red, and he kept cursing.

　　He began to look for grenades from the surrounding corpses, found seven or eight in a row, tied them together, then screamed frantically, and began to plunder towards the machine gun positions and grenadier positions.

　　Wang Shizhong don't want to die, in this battlefield, you die or I die, what kind of gun, it's better to tie a few grenades to it, it's really good to kill, it's fun to come!

　　You never know who will die the next moment!

　　So you must be aware of death!

　　He charged with his brothers, madly, and kept rushing towards the machine gun position.

　　The machine guns in front kept firing, and the brothers of the 61st Battalion of the 121st Regiment of the [-]st Division of the Shanxi-Sui Army charged frantically, rushing towards their machine gun position one after another.

　　When they were bombarded by grenades, they fell down continuously, and when they were continuously shot by machine guns, they were continuously beaten into sieves.

　　There was one person charging crazily, and he was Wang Shizhong.

　　He was strapped with grenades, and like a lunatic, he kept heading towards the machine gun position. The spear/gun in his hand had been thrown away long ago, and there were no bullets.

　　Each soldier has six bullets, which is standard equipment, and after shooting, there will be no more bullets.

　　After the fight is over, then take human life to fill it.

　　This is China, this is the National Revolutionary Army!

　　Who says they don't fight against Japan, who says they are afraid of death!

　　In the hard battles, they are all fighting the little devils in the front. They have no bullets and use their bodies to fill them. There are no cannons, so they directly carry a big knife and charge.

　　Wherever they passed, there were corpses all over the place, they did not hesitate, did not back down, for the sake of the Chinese nation, they were willing to sacrifice!

　　The entire Anti-Japanese National Revolutionary Army suffered more than 360 million casualties, and more than 130 million were killed in battle...

　　Perhaps some of their troops have become traitors, and some have become deserters, but most of them choose to fight on the front line. They can't watch the village being destroyed by the little devils and the people being massacred.

　　So they can only fight, they can only use their bodies to fight against Little Japan, and the bayonets will be popular!

　　Live or die!

　　Wang Shizhong charged crazily, as if the Japanese's dense bullets couldn't hit them at all.

　　After running for 30 meters in a row, a series of bullets came, almost hitting Wang Shizhong.

　　Wang Shizhong rolled on the ground suddenly, and came to the back of a small slope. At this time, the distance from the machine gun position was only 60 meters.

　　60 meters is enough for him!

　　He got down on his stomach and watched the frequency of machine-gun fire and grenade fire.

　　Suddenly, Wang Shizhong pulled out the fuse on the grenade.

　　The grenade sizzled and smoked, and after a pause of three seconds, it was thrown out.

　　With a bang, there was an explosion.

　　He landed where the grenadier shells would have been, and...

　　Boom boom boom!

　　Chain reaction, the machine gun positions and grenadier positions that were still massacring the Jinsui Army just now disappeared in an instant.

　　However, Wang Shizhong was also overturned by a wave of air, hit his head on a 1.2 stone and passed out instantly.

　　The company commander Zhen Dayong shouted loudly: "Good job! Machine gunner, where is the machine gunner, hit me hard!"

　　The disappearance of the position did not make Little Japan give up his plan to attack. Losing a machine gun position and a grenade position was just a drop in the bucket for the little devil.

　　One machine gun position was killed, and another machine gun position came, the [-]-type heavy machine gun, and the crooked light machine gun fired frantically, massacring the soldiers of the first battalion frantically.

　　The battlefield simply turned into a massacre.As they rushed up, the Jinsui Army who had lost the cover of the trenches were shot non-stop by bullets, falling down in pieces.

　　More and more little devils came up.

　　The powerful firepower suppressed the Jinsui army, making it impossible for the Jinsui army to lift their heads. .

Chapter 272 Grandpa Zhen Dayong is here!

　　Waking up from a coma, my ears were filled with the sound of machine gun fire and explosions.

　　Wang Shizhong shook his dizzy forehead, looked at the battlefield, and then opened his eyes, he saw soldiers fell to the ground one by one.

　　"Little Japan, I will blow you up to death!" Wang Shizhong yelled frantically, crawling on the ground frantically, constantly avoiding bullets, and groping/groping from the soldiers who fell on the ground.

　　I touched more than 20 grenades, tied them one by one, tied them to my body, and quickly moved towards the machine gun position.

　　"Wang Shizhong, what the hell are you doing! Come back to me!"

　　The company commander Zhen Dayong originally thought that Wang Shizhong was dead, but he didn't expect that he was still alive, so he couldn't help crying.

　　Wang Shizhong is a veteran, brought out by him alone.

　　He couldn't just watch Wang Shizhong die!

　　Seemingly hearing Zhen Dayong calling him, Wang Shizhong who was running turned around and said with a chuckle: "Company commander, I will not die this time, I want to be the deputy company commander! Haha!"

　　Zhen Dayong nodded with 15 force.

　　There are no cowards in his soldiers, especially Wang Shizhong is not a coward!

　　While watching Wang Shizhong keep running, Zhen Dayong suddenly spoke Shandong dialect: "Boy, you are dead, I will take care of your old mother myself!"

　　"Hahahaha, good! Then please the company commander!"

　　Wang Shizhong also spoke Shandong dialect. They are fellow villagers. They have mixed with Zhen Dayong since they were 16 years old.

　　Wang Shizhong rushed up with the grenade in his arms.

　　It seemed that he was favored by the goddess of luck, he kept dodging bullets, and the bullets really couldn't hit him.

　　A battalion of three-collar heavy machine guns frantically began to pour bullets, and every soldier's eyes were red, and they began to squander bullets, trying to shoot all the bullets.

　　Zhen Dayong pulled the bolt and fired the bullet at Little Japan.He has been a soldier for almost 10 years, and he has never hated Little Japan so much like today. As the soldiers around him fell one after another, his heart was bleeding!

　　Another machine gun position, to get rid of it!In the bang of "boom", several people were blown to the sky.

　　Wang Shizhong rolled into the machine gun position at once, and then saw that a crooked machine gun was still intact. Then, he picked up the machine gun, loaded it with bullets, and fired at the "da da da" with.

　　Now Little Japan's machine gun position has become his Wang Shizhong's.

　　As soon as a little devil rushed up, his head was crushed by a machine gun, like a blue habit of being blown up.

　　That little devil was fucked, and another little devil rushed up screaming, and rushed straight at Wang Shizhong who was sweeping wildly with a machine gun.

　　It's just that Wang Shizhong caught the opportunity and shot the little devil's chest in bursts.

　　It's just that there are more and more little devils rushing up, and there is no end to fighting. Currently, he is the only one in this position. Although the people behind are chasing up, they can't stop the fire from far away!

　　After shooting several little Japanese to death in a row, finally a person rushed up, the tiger roared loudly, and rushed towards him, throwing Wang Shizhong to the ground all at once.

　　Wang Shizhong remained unruffled in the face of danger, he put his/legs apart, turned around with his legs bound, turned his body, and crushed/the little devil under him.

　　Watching the Japanese devils struggling under him.

　　Wang Shizhong let out a wild roar, and pressed his body/on the Japanese, his fists were like rain, and crazily hit the little devil's forehead, face, and temples.

　　Twenty punches in a row, with great force, landed on the Japanese's head. Gradually, the Japanese stopped struggling, bleeding profusely, gradually dying, and was beaten to death by Wang Shizhong.

　　Wang Shizhong breathed heavily, the fight just now was really exhausting.

　　"Kill, kill the little devil!"

　　"Fuck these little devils and send them to see God Amaterasu!"

　　The soldiers of the first battalion behind rushed up one after another, and seven or eight people came to the machine gun position.

　　At this time, Wang Shizhong had no strength left, he was panting heavily, his whole body was sore, just now his potential had exploded, and now he was overdrawn.

　　"Good job, Wang Shizhong, when this battle is over, I will definitely report to the battalion! Let him appoint you as the deputy company commander!"

　　Zhen Dayong made a move, picked up another [-]-type heavy machine gun that hadn't returned yet, and fired wildly there.

　　"Damn, kill these little devils!"