Lao Tzu is a Warlord

　　The dozen or so howitzers of the [-]th Division of the Jinsui Army could not play any role at all under the desperate efforts of the little devil.

　　Relying on the fire sticks in their hands that lacked ammunition, they withstood eight attacks from Little Japan!

　　Eight attacks, the entire regiment has been beaten and there are more than 60 people left!

　　During this period, many seriously injured and those who could not survive were strapped with explosives and crawled towards Little Japan.

　　The repulsion of the eight attacks was all in exchange for the lives of the brothers of the Jinsui Army!

　　However, the eight attacks were far more than that!

　　Because at night, the little devil is still attacking, it seems tireless, will not relax at all, it is like stepping over a corpse.

　　The war was brutal to the extreme.

　　They have become numb. Every time the little Japanese bombarded them, they hid in the trenches. Every time the bombardment ended, the little Japanese began to charge, and then poked their heads out of the trenches and started shooting.

　　Sometimes I will jump out of the trench and fight the bayonet with the little devil!

　　An hour passed, two hours passed, and even three hours passed.

　　They mechanically fought desperately with the little devil.

　　Fighting repeatedly with the little devil on the position, desperately, the whole position has been stained red with blood.

　　The ground is slippery and greasy.

　　The entire regiment suffered heavy casualties, but they were indifferent, because they were men, and if they were men, they could not retreat. If they were kind, they should only have one thought!

　　"Kill the little devil!"

　　The little devil didn't know how many times he had attacked, but he was repulsed again anyway!

　　On the battlefield, everyone was exhausted, slumped on the ground, unable to get up, and panting.

　　Tu Yihai struggled to get up, he couldn't fall asleep yet, because he was the acting team leader!

　　"Get up all the **** for me, will you survive!"

　　"Are you still alive? If you are alive, sign up for me!"

　　Tu Yihai yelled frantically, picking up the dead bodies one after another.

　　"Tuan Zuo, Laozi Wang Shizhong is not dead yet!" A hand came out from the pile of dead people, and then pushed the body away.

　　"And I, Fu Guozhong!" One foot moved under the Japanese corpse.

　　"I—Nong Yushan!"

　　"And I—Xie Qi!"

　　"And I—Xun Lin!"

　　"Wooton!"

　　"Huo Ren!"

　　"Gu... Feng!"

　　…………

　　"Grandma's Xiong, that's all there are? Get up for me, don't fucking sleep!" Tu Yihai yelled frantically, turning the corpse over and over again. He didn't believe it, he didn't believe that there was still such a thing left. people.

　　However, the cruel facts made him stop shouting, and sat down in the blood.

　　There was a kind of confusion in his eyes, there were only fifteen people left in a group!

　　Fifteen people, a regiment, there were 1000 people when they came, and after the blocking battle, there were only fifteen people left.

　　The cruel facts made him weak!

　　"You all stand up, all of you stand up!"

　　"Stand up for me!"

　　Tu Yihai muttered to himself, and couldn't continue at the end, his throat choked up, and turned into howling: "You all stand up the fuck..."

　　Except for fifteen people, there was no one else, all of them were killed in the battle with the Japs. . .

　　Those wounded soldiers didn't want to be a burden at all, so they just tied explosives and went desperately with the little devils...

　　The grenade that even the half-disabled battalion commander of the third battalion pulled away died with the little devil!

　　"It's over... It's over. When the old leader handed it over to me, there were still three or four hundred people. Now... now there are only a dozen fucking people!"

　　Tu Yihai lay on the ground with tears streaming down his face, his whole body was exhausted.

　　A regiment was all sold out on this day!

　　At this moment, the phone on the battlefield rang. The whole battle was extremely tragic, and the phone line was not disconnected!

　　Tu Yihai quickly got up, and picked up the phone in a stumbling manner.

　　The teacher Zhuang Bisheng’s voice sounded from the other end of the phone: “Hello, I’m Zhuang Bisheng. Is there anyone in your regiment? Just hold on to me if someone is there. In one hour, the reinforcements from the Jagged Army will arrive. Hold on to me for an hour. One hour!"

　　With a snap, the phone hung up.

　　"Iron Blood Army?"

　　"The reinforcements of the Iron Blood Army?" Tu Yihai was completely blindfolded. He couldn't believe that the Iron Blood Army actually supported us at 5.1.

　　However, at this moment, Wang Shizhong's voice suddenly roared, yelling frantically: "Tuan Zuo, the little devil is coming up again!"

　　The little devil is coming up again?

　　Tu Yihai didn't care about the reinforcements anymore, he staggered, poked his head out of the trench, and saw countless Japanese!

　　Tu Yihai smiled miserably, and grabbed the big knife: "Brothers, the little devil is here again, what should I do!"

　　"Fight it, fight it with the little devils!"

　　"Let's charge to the little devil, and die with the little devil!"

　　Tu Yihai laughed out loud, the laughter was extremely tragic: "The reinforcements from the Iron Blood Army will arrive in an hour, but we can't wait for an hour!".

Chapter 286 Race against time, the teacher will go into battle in person

　　"There are people, the battlefield is there! People are dead, and the battlefield is dead!"

　　"Now, I order, take your big knives and slash at the little devil!"

　　Tu Yihai rushed up, and was the first to rush out of the trench with a big blade. He was still exhausted just now, but after seeing the little devil, he was filled with anger, thinking of those brothers who had died, his The hatred ignited all of a sudden.

　　All the rest of the brothers launched a charge, charging towards the countless little devils in front of them!

　　Fifteen people launched a charge, and with an unyielding spirit, fifteen people told the enemy that they were not the sick men of East Asia!

　　"Life is over, kill you Japanese devils, and you will survive!"

　　Fu Guozhong, who was taller and stronger, slashed the little devil's forehead with a knife, and then pulled it, a stream of blood spurted out, splashing all over his face, and the little devil's head rolled down.

　　"Kill!" 11

　　Roaring, Wang Shizhong slashed the chest of a little Japanese fiercely, then turned around one by one, and cut off the head of another little Japanese with another knife.

　　His body was full of blood, and his whole body was stained red with blood.

　　He wiped the blood off his face, and suddenly cut off a little Japanese in half!

　　At this moment, Tu Yihai kept chopping with a big knife, looking desperate, he wanted to avenge the brothers in the whole regiment, he felt that there was no meaning for him to live, so many people died, why did he have to live with himself? drag on!

　　There are still fifteen of them left, fifteen of them, there is no hope of surviving against the crazy little Japan.

　　This time they went all out, and they would die on the battlefield, and die together with the little devil!

　　They didn't know how many times they fought back, they just kept killing and slashing.

　　The brothers fell one by one, and the number became smaller and smaller, until there were only eight people left.

　　Suddenly, a string of machine gun bullets flew and hit Wang Shizhong's leg, and he fell to the ground as if he had been hit by a boulder.

　　Another string of bullets came, and Tu Yihai rolled over to avoid the bullets, and fell in front of Wang Shizhong, picked up a [-] cap, quickly pulled the bolt, raised his hand and shot the machine gunner in the head.

　　Tu Yihai dropped his sword and helped Wang Shizhong get up.

　　"Tuan Zuo, let me go, I can't do it anymore, I don't want to drag you down!" Wang Shizhong wanted to stop Tu Yihai's stupid behavior.

　　"Bah!" Tu Yihai cursed in a low voice, ignoring Wang Shizhong at all, holding the [-] cap in one hand, and dragging Wang Shizhong firmly with the other, quickly dragging him back to the trench.

　　"Boy, remember it for me. Even if I die, you can't die. You shoot me coldly in the back, kill the commander, and kill the firepower. We don't have cannons, you are our little cannon!"

　　Tu Yihai yelled wildly, and after the yelling, he seemed to use too much force, and was a little out of breath: "Boy, remember, you owe me your life!"

　　…………

　　Not only their regiment is fighting, their regiment is only a part of the forward position, all the regiments of the 237th Division are fighting, and three regiments have already fought off their organizational systems.

　　The headquarters of the 61st Army!

　　"Army seat, military seat!" Zhuang Bisheng's anxious voice rang through the phone: "One of my divisions is about to be finished. There were originally four regiments, but now all three regiments have been reimbursed. I need reinforcements, and I need reinforcements. It is possible to break through, military seat, I beg you, Lao Zhuang!"

　　Zhang Bingyuan, the commander of the 61st Army, interrupted and scolded: "Damn, stop yelling, ask me for someone, whoever I want someone for, the other divisions have been thrown out, and there are no troops at all now, the little devil will follow you today!" It's like taking aphrodisiac, where did I come from?"

　　"Damn it, the other armies are standing still, and everyone wants to preserve their strength. Damn it, our 61st army is working hard. If the iron-blooded army doesn't come again, I will lose my family!"

　　"Mahler, I don't have any reinforcements. Anyone who loses his position, kill him! You personally lead someone to charge me up!"

　　Zhang Bingyuan hung up the phone with a dejected look on his face, where did he get reinforcements.

　　You bastard, you are also in the Seventh Army, but the other armies are all watching jokes!

　　You wait, when the Iron Blood Army arrives, I will join the Iron Blood Army!

　　Even Ma Zhanshan is strong and strong now, so I won't be bad in my vote!

　　…………

　　The 237th Division Headquarters.

　　Zhuang Bisheng yelled frantically: "Mahler, let me gather the remaining 800 people! I want to go to the front line myself!"

　　The remaining 237 strong men of the [-]th Division stood neatly in front of him.

　　Zhuang Bisheng looked at the people in front of him and said slowly: "The time for the decisive battle has come. The little devil keeps killing our brothers, trying to open the gap from our 237th division. I asked the military seat for reinforcements, but there is no military seat. Now Just look at us!"

　　"Second Battalion, go to the 123rd Regiment!"