Lao Tzu is a Warlord

　　Just as Tu Yihai kicked that little devil to death, he suddenly heard a soldier shout: "Be careful!"

　　Feeling a sharp energy attacking him, Tu Yihai dodged instinctively, dodging the fatal blow.

　　Tu Yihai saw a ferocious Japanese soldier holding a bayonet and stabbing him continuously.

　　Because Tu Yihai lost his big blade, he couldn't make an effective counterattack, so he could only dodge constantly!

　　Tu Yihai flashed in front of the corpse of the little devil with the big knife stuck in it, his potential burst out all of a sudden, and he pulled out the big knife.

　　A "Strength Split Huashan" split out!

　　"boom!"

　　The little devil's rifle was cut in two, and his big knife was also cut off. However, Tu Yihai made a step forward and stabbed the little devil's stomach fiercely with his broken knife.

　　The little devil trembled and fell beside Tu Yihai.

　　Tu Yihai let out a long breath, picked up the big knife in the hands of the sacrificed soldier on the ground, and continued to rush forward.

　　The shouts of killing were loud in the battlefield, and soldiers of the second battalion were fighting hard everywhere.

　　Among the blood and flesh flying, one after another the Japanese soldiers fell under the sword.

　　Everyone is dying.

　　The country is ruined and the family is destroyed. What do you want to do here? Do you just survive?

　　I would rather die in battle than drag out an ignoble existence. I would rather risk my life with the little Japan than be a traitor!

　　The death squads of the Jinsui Army took advantage of close combat, with big knives against bayonets, either you die or I die.

　　Finally, Little Japan couldn't stop it anymore. The Chinese people in front of them seemed to be on drugs, yelling, facing their bayonets, they didn't care at all, and put their lives for their lives!

　　Every knife hits a vital point and kills a little Japanese.

　　Little Japan couldn't hold on anymore, they retreated, leaving behind a pile of corpses.

　　In a battalion, everyone did not flinch. They raised their big knives and slashed at Little Japan. Cold weapons defeated rifles and heavy machine guns!

　　Tu Yihai collapsed, leaning on the ground, panting heavily.

　　Looking back, I looked around in a daze, an empty one.

　　They regained their position, but, but...

　　A battalion, only 30 people left!

　　Nearly 200 people all fell on the way to charge.

　　Sleep forever in this land! .

Chapter 284 Little Devil, I Grass Eighteen Generations of Your Ancestors

　　Tu Yihai was at a loss. There were still 30 people left in one battalion. How could he explain to the family members of the dead brothers!

　　How to explain?

　　"Camp, camp..."

　　Tu Yihai was confused and exhausted, and suddenly a weak voice came into his ears, "Ying Zuo, I can't do it...I have a last word to say."

　　Hearing this voice, Tu Yihai turned around, his eyes fell on this person, his face was a little dazed, he knew this person, it was Wang Bin, he was 19 years old this year, and he just got married last year.At this time, he was shot in the chest, blood gushed out, his complexion was extremely pale, and it was difficult to breathe.

　　Tu Yihai hurriedly rushed over unsteadily, squatted down, and looked at him.

　　The current battle situation has reached a critical moment, there is simply no supply of health workers, even if there are health workers, they will not be alive, external injuries can be cured, but internal injuries...

　　Tu Yihai tore off his clothes, looked carefully at the wound, and couldn't help but feel a little sad. He was shot near the heart, only a little away from the heart. The heart was damaged, and he can speak now. It's already pretty good.

　　"You..." Tu Yihai really didn't know what to say.

　　Wang Bin coughed continuously, and the blood in his mouth began to flow out: "Don't worry about me... I know I can't live anymore. I just killed a Japanese devil and was shot by a cold gun... Help I have something to do, let my daughter-in-law remarry!"

　　you……

　　Tu Yihai didn't know what to say anymore. When he was dying, he was still thinking about his wife and planning for her future.

　　Tears had already filled his eyes, and Tu Yihe said in a hush: "You should go back and tell your wife, not me..."

　　"Ying Zuo, stop joking with me..." Wang Bin's eyes became a little loose: "I will definitely not survive if I am like this, I have to take a step first..."

　　Tu Yihai didn't know what to say anymore, another brother brought out by him was leaving...

　　What a young life, you should live at home with your wife and children on the kang, doing farm work, instead of fighting with little devils like you are now!

　　Wang Bin left, only 19 years old and finally still ahead of him.

　　Wang Shizhong came to his side, glanced at Wang Bin who had already lost his life, and said calmly: "You can't come back to life after death, and you were shot near the heart by a little devil. It's not bad to be able to live till now!"

　　He wiped the [-] big cover he got from who knows where, and his tone was very calm.

　　Then he came to Tu Yihai's side, and patted his shoulder with his hand, "My condolences, by the way, the battlefield is like this, either you die or I die."

　　"His grandma, I know, I know!" Tu Yihai jumped up and shouted: "You are not the battalion commander, you don't know at all, my more than 300 people, more than 300 people, just died like this That's it, there are thirty left!"

　　"Do you know! You don't know, I can't even explain to their family!"

　　Wang Shizhong looked at him coldly, and said lightly: "I am from the first battalion, and I am the only one left in the whole battalion!"

　　Tu Yihai's growling voice froze, fell silent, and finally smiled sadly: "Now one has died, not thirty anymore, there are still 29 people left."

　　He turned his head, looked in the direction of the little devil, and sighed: "It's good to be alive. Next, the little devil will definitely attack by force. Whether he can survive or not is still unknown!"

　　…………

　　Grabbing the first-line position does not mean anything.

　　The little devil focused his attack on the 237th division, so the next step was the little devil's crazy attack.

　　The infantry artillery kept roaring and landed on the front line, almost being fired over and over again.

　　The little devil launched one attack after another. The second battalion was disabled, and the third battalion rushed up again. No, the entire 121st regiment was pressed up.

　　Under the cover of the artillery, the little devils attacked like a tide, forming one attack after another.

　　The brothers in the whole regiment tried their best, and sometimes they had to risk their lives without taking a step back.

　　The bullets of the machine gun have been shot out, but they snatched a crooked machine gun from Japan.

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　　Made in Hanyang can no longer be used, they are now using small Japanese [-] big lids.

　　Grenades, bayonets, and big knives ruthlessly greeted Little Japan. They didn't take a step back, and stuck to their positions, forgetting about life and death!

　　"122, 123, 124..."

　　Accompanied by the sound of gnashing teeth, Wang Shizhong kept shooting with a [-]-cap. His shoulder was already pierced by bullets. Enduring the pain, he kept pressing the bullets and kept raising the gun to shoot.

　　His condition has declined a bit, and now he can only kill a devil with two or three shots, and he will count every time he kills a devil.

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　　He didn't know how many devils he had to kill to avenge his brothers.

　　There is no room for him to think too much in front of him, people are dying every second, he is already numb, and he raises his gun mechanically to shoot.

　　"boom!"

　　A shell landed nearby, and then exploded suddenly. The machine gunner who was holding the crooked sub-machine gun was instantly blown away. The crooked sub-machine gun jumped a few times and fell to the ground without any damage.

　　Tu Yihai rushed forward with a stride, hugged the crooked machine gun, with red eyes, desperately pulled the trigger, and the bullets shot out obliquely.

　　Little Japan is desperate, the offensive wave after wave, they must rush out, if they can't, they will die!

　　For a moment, the firepower of the entire regiment was suppressed, and there was no way to raise their heads.

　　More and more brothers died in battle!

　　"Little Japan, I'm ignoring the eighteenth generation of your ancestors!"

　　A soldier whose arm was blown off suddenly rushed out, his body was covered with explosives, and his body was billowing with blue smoke

　　Countless bullets hit the soldier's body, but at this moment, his potential exploded, staggering, bleeding all over his body, he rushed forward into the crowd of little devils.

　　"boom!"

　　The sky was full of smoke and blood, and the minced meat was flying all over the sky!

　　Destiny creates myths on the battlefield!

　　Tu Yihai howled, his brothers died one after another. .

Chapter 285 Persevere for an hour, reinforcements from the Jagged Army

　　Brother, his brother, there were originally 29 left.

　　Now, the little devil is attacking again and again, and his brothers are only 5!

　　In fact, not only are they losing, but the entire regiment is losing, who made them the front line of the position.

　　The head of the regiment was directly bombarded by shells, and the chief of staff was shot by the devil's machine gun.

　　Even the battalion commander of the third battalion was half disabled, lying on the ground, unable to move, and could only press bullets for the soldiers and support ammunition.

　　Now Tu Yihai is the acting team leader!

　　War is like this, people are constantly dying, and those who can survive are lucky.

　　Without heavy weapons, they can only fight with Little Japan constantly, constantly consuming their own lives.

　　As long as this gap is plugged, Little Japan will be cooked like braised chicken by the Jinsui Army!

　"Seven Zero Zero" "Hit! Hit! I'll beat the fuck out of you, and the kid who beats me will go to hell!"

　　Tu Yihai yelled frantically, tears streaming down uncontrollably!

　　Everyone went crazy, holding the weapons in their hands, and kept shooting Little Japan.

　　Wang Shizhong had no more tears, his heart was full of hatred, and he shot and shot, as if he had returned to the peak/peak, the gunshot wound on his shoulder seemed to have healed, and it was not enough to affect his movements.

　　In the following time, Little Japan launched eight charges, eight charges suppressed by artillery.

　　The entire position was bombed and riddled with holes!