Lao Tzu is a Warlord

　　The tank kept pushing forward and crossed Little Japan's first position. The soldiers of the Jagged Army rushed forward and followed behind.

　　Attack, attack, attack!

　　They only have this word!

　　Zhang Yongan had sharp eyes, saw a little Japan, rushed up frantically, pulled the fuse of the grenade tied to his body, and roared loudly with the sound of "Zi Zi", "Long live the Emperor, long live the Great Japanese Empire, China! Go to hell!"

　　"You got kicked by a donkey in the head!"

　　Zhang Yong'an sneered, raised his gun, and with a single shot, the little Japanese froze instantly and stopped.

　　With a bang, everything returned to calm!

　　"Kill, long live the Great Japanese Empire!!"

　　The Japanese died, but there were other Japanese who came up, screaming crazily, reaching a state of madness.

　　Zhang Yongan also went crazy, and the entire Iron Blood Army also went crazy.

　　War needs to be infected. Once some people risk their lives, everyone will start risking their lives.

　　"boom!"

　　No matter how the tank fired, it was still in a blind spot. Little Japan pulled the grenade, and with the sound of the explosion, flesh and blood flew everywhere, taking away several soldiers of the Jagged Army.

　　Life and death can no longer scare the soldiers of the Jagged Army, they have become cold-blooded and numb.

　　Zhang Yong'an kept yelling, the two sides exchanged hand-to-hand combat, the bayonet was already attached to the rifle, and the bayonet in his hand pierced fiercely into the chest of the son of a bitch! !

　　Zhang Yongan is crazy, in this situation, he must be crazy if he is not crazy!

　　The bayonet in his hand stabbed frantically at every Japanese devil he could see!

　　The tanks kept crushing, and the machine guns kept firing, cleaning up the little Japanese devils who rushed up.

　　In the positions of the Japanese army, every iron-blooded army is desperately fighting, and every little Japanese is desperately fighting.

　　Due to the relationship between the trenches, the advancing speed of the tank group is a bit slow.

　　The soldiers of the Jagged Army had already rushed forward, skillfully using the bayonet fighting technique in their hands. Amidst the screams, the Japanese soldiers fell into a pool of blood one by one.

　　You must know that bayonet fighting, the Jagged Army has stepped up a big step, and the fighting skills sorted out by those masters of martial arts have completely exploded Little Japan.

　　One can do three or four.

　　Zhang Yongan was such a person, with a bayonet, he rushed from left to right and killed little Japanese devils one after another.

　　Wang Mingxu, a top student at Yenching University, joined the Jagged Army last month, and encountered repeated battles as soon as he joined. He is only 19 years old now, and he follows closely behind Zhang Yongan, holding the rifle tightly with both hands , Constant stabbing.

　　His fighting skills may not be as good as Zhang Yongan, but he has blood all over him.

　　"kill!"

　　Wang Mingxu assassinated another Japanese devil, but his back was scratched severely by another Japanese devil, his skin was torn apart.

　　But he suddenly turned around and stabbed the Japanese devil who attacked him to death.

　　However, the third Japanese devil rushed up in a very aggressive form, because his bayonet was stuck on the man's body and he could not pull it out temporarily.

　　At this moment, a tiger's roar sounded, and Zhang Yong'an came from the other side, kicked Little Japan to the ground, and then stabbed Little Japan through with one knife.

　　After rescuing Wang Mingxu, he drew out his bayonet and rushed to the next little Japan without saying hello to him.

　　Once, twice, three times, one after another, he stabbed the little Japanese to the ground, but he was a little exhausted.

　　Continuous assassination consumes an astonishing amount of stamina.

　　At this moment, Wang Mingxu suddenly heard a loud and cautious roar.

　　He turned his head and saw a taller Japanese man, rushed up, raised his hand and stabbed at him.

　　He quickly raised his gun to resist, but fell to the ground with a powerful force.

　　Seeing that the little devil was about to stab him again, Wang Mingxu rushed over, bumped into the little Japanese at 250, and then stabbed him with a bayonet, like a madman!

　　Little Japan's body was bloody and disfigured from the stabbing.

　　Everyone on the battlefield is desperate, and the Iron Blood Army has gone crazy.

　　The tanks kept crushing Little Japan, crushing their bodies into meat paste, and it was still going on.

　　Little Japan suffered heavy losses, and could no longer maintain the aura of death. They retreated and retreated to the third line of defense. At this time, they only had more than 6000 people left.

　　But they still fight, they don't want to die!

　　However, the least valuable thing on the battlefield is human life, and you have to die if you don't want to die.

　　Either you die, or he dies.

　　Under the crushing of tanks, under the fire of semi-automatic rifles, and under the fire of general-purpose machine guns.

　　In the face-to-face crazy fight, the little devil was completely defeated, completely defeated.

　　After losing the power of the artillery, the little devil finally saw what is a hail of bullets and what is a rain of meteors and fire.

　　What is a bayonet streak!

　　For three full hours, Little Japan was cornered.

　　The [-] army suppressed the little devil's position and shrank again and again.

　　Only a small piece remains! .

Chapter 278 Ma Zhanshan's Admiration for Tang Qingyu

　　Tiny piece!

　　range of two kilometers.

　　The Japanese are compressed into this range.

　　Predators no longer attack.

　　It is a comprehensive defense to prevent them from taking advantage of loopholes to break through.

　　…………

　　Ma Zhanshan of the independent division breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the situation of the little devil. The situation was settled, and the little devil could no longer jump.

　　"This time, the little devil is determined to die, so he doesn't plan to live!" Ma Zhanshan held a telescope, looked at the scene in the distance, and smiled slightly: "However, even if the little devil wants to die, he still can't escape." Fate to come down!"

　　Chief of Staff Cheng Dejun said with a chuckle: "The teacher's interest is so high, how about an Italian cigar to celebrate?"

　　"Haha, I want it, of course I want it, seeing that the little devils are going to be wiped out, of course I want it!" Ma Zhanshan stretched happily, and then heaved a sigh of relief: "It's been a long time since I've been so comfortable. The smoother the fight!"

　　Cheng Dejun took out a huge cigar from the side, lit it and handed it to Ma Zhanshan, and lit one for himself, and the strong smell of chocolate and tobacco spread in the command post.

　　"Yes, killing little devils is the same as cutting melons and vegetables. The whole three axes, cannons, tanks, and infantry can be pushed as you want." Cheng Dejun took a breath slowly, and said leisurely: "The current direction of Little Japan It's downhill, and failure is inevitable."

　　"Hehe, after we bombed the small Japanese island, it went downhill. Grandma's, millions of people died, and they are still bouncing around. There are only a few people in the whole of Little Japan, maybe 7000 million."

　　Ma Zhanshan said with some dissatisfaction.

　　"7000 million people want to rule the whole of China. How arrogant they are. The [-] million compatriots in China can do whatever they want. It's just a dream. Our iron-blooded army's aircraft and cannons are enough to beat them and they can't find North!" Cheng Dejun was a little disdainful the way.He himself didn't know when he had completely become a loyal follower of the Jagged Army.

　　Ma Zhanshan smoked his cigar slowly, exhaled the smoke, and said slowly: "Now I feel a little dreamy, and I can't believe that the Iron-Blooded Army I worked for will suddenly become a place where even the little devils can't find it." With regard to the existence of the North, the battle is now being fought with ease, and I sometimes feel that when I was dealing with the little devils in the Northeast, I lived on dogs."

　　"Hahaha, you, if you want to say that, what is the love of President Jiang, and what is the love of Liu Xiang?" Cheng Dejun smiled slightly: "Old Jiang's troops, except for a few German weapons troops of the Central Army, Didn’t the other miscellaneous troops have no guns or cannons, and they encountered piles of Japanese soldiers dying?”

　　"Hey, the Sichuan army is the most miserable. They all wear straw sandals and hold Hanyang made. Some Hanyang made are just decorations. They scare people. They lack ammunition and have no heavy firepower. A company with a heavy machine gun is already a high incense. , Many people are using big knives, the whole army is like grandma doesn't love uncle, poor brother clinks."

　　Cheng Dejun lowered his head and thought for a while, then organized his speech and said: "In a hard battle, there is the voice of the Sichuan Army, and their death flag is even more symbolic. There are no guns or cannons, and they are directly slashed. Especially that sentence..."

　　"An inch of mountains and rivers and an inch of blood, the Sichuan army has never failed the country. Only by sacrificing so much ambition, dare to change the sun and the moon into a new sky."

　　"I don't want you to be filial in front of me, but I only want you to be loyal in terms of nationality!"

　　"National calamity, Japanese invaders. Rise and fall of the country. I want to serve, but I am too old. Fortunately, I have a son, so I consciously volunteer. I am given a flag, and I always carry it with me. I wipe the blood when I am injured, and wrap my body after death. Go forward bravely (bbdh), Don't forget your duty!"

　　"There's another sentence: Brother Pao, never loose your belt!"

　　Ma Zhanshan interjected, sighed and said: "These words have resounded across the country, which one is not known, which one is not small, the Sichuan army is a good man, dare to die and fight, even if they have no guns or cannons, they still risk bullets. Go up, bite, punch. What an army!"

　　"The Battle of Songhu, the Battle of Taiyuan, the Battle of Si'an, Guangde, the Battle of Anqing, the Battle of Xuzhou, and the Battle of Wuhan, all made great contributions, and they were all there. However, in the end, they were gradually divided by Lao Jiang."

　　"Lao Jiang doesn't know how to do anything, and he will be divided into ten thousand. Alas, the Sichuan army is miserable!"

　　"Yeah, who's to say it's not? Thinking about the Sichuan army, and thinking about us before, it's almost a mold. When we were in the Northeast, we didn't have guns or cannons. We were driven around by the little Japanese!"

　　Cheng Dejun sighed: "However, it's better now. We not only have advanced semi-automatic rifles, but also powerful howitzers, anti-aircraft guns, and tanks. With the integrated strike, Little Japan can only be beaten obediently."

　　He rubbed his nose and said again: "Tang Qingyu, Commander-in-chief Tang also divided and annexed our army. Last time we lost a lot of people, he still transferred his direct line. But division is division, but it makes us desperate For nothing else, the weapons and ammunition are all standardized. These equipments are not weaker than his direct troops at all, they are generous enough, we were annexed willingly!"

　　Speaking of Tang Qingyu, Ma Zhanshan nodded: "Commander Tang is a man of great accomplishments. He has the ability to acquire so much equipment and make the people live and work in peace. .My old horse has never served others in this life, he is the first!"

　　"Little Japan is going to be wiped out this time, and Guisui will fall into the hands of the commander-in-chief, and the territory of our Iron Blood Army will expand again. Do you think the commander-in-chief will point the finger at Ningxia?"

　　Cheng Dejun's voice sounded.

　　"It's hard to say, but I wish Ningxia would take over too. This guy with the surname Ma is like a bird, likes to collect money, and does all sorts of immoral things, bah bah bah! Why did I get myself involved too?" Ma Zhanshan said with a smile Get up: "I'm talking about Ma Hongkui, this old boy is the same as Ma Bufang, if you don't hit him, hit anyone!"

　　Suddenly he frowned and said hesitantly, "However, the question now is how to get along with Fu Zuoyi?".

Chapter 279 The Destruction of the Pure Famed Master Group

　　Getting along with Fu Zuoyi is indeed a problem.

　　The little devil has caught the turtle in the urn, and the net will be caught next time. How will he get along with Fu Zuoyi then?

　　You must know that Fu Zuoyi is the commander-in-chief of the North Route Army in the 2nd theater of the National Revolutionary Army, and has the right to concurrently manage Guisui~!

　　If there is a disagreement, it will be the result of the war. Judging from the various territories where other divisions have taken over Guisui, the commander-in-chief wants to bring Guisui into his sphere of influence.

　　In this way, he has something to do with Fu Zuoyi!

　　"Let's talk about it when the time comes. Let's get rid of the trapped little Japanese first. Then we will send troops to help them and sell favors. They will never attack us!" Cheng Dejun's voice sounded faintly.

　　"That's right, why worry about this, let's get rid of this little Japan first!"

　　Ma Zhanshan laughed and said, "The situation is settled now, what do you think is the right way to do it!"

　　"How to do it, you know it in your heart, why did you come to ask me?" Cheng Dejun shook his head and smiled.

　　Ma Zhanshan slowly exhaled a puff of thick smoke, looked at the thick and gradually dissipating smoke in the air, and said, "I want to hear your opinion." In fact, there was a word in his heart that Tang Qingyu still wanted to form A division has talked with him and is going to let him become a division commander.