Lao Tzu is a Warlord

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　　"The third battalion, go to the 122nd regiment!"

　　"The rest of you, follow me to the 121st regiment!"

　　"We must not let the little devil's position step over us, otherwise, we will be sinners of the nation!" 590

　　"Brothers, kill all men!"

　　Without any hesitation, these 800 people quickly supported the other three regiments.

　　Now Zhuang Bisheng held a crooked machine gun and personally led a battalion towards the 121st regiment, where the artillery fire was the most intensive and the battle was the worst.

　　At this time, the 121 regiment was in a desperate situation, and there were only three of them left!

　　Tu Yihai, Wang Shizhong, Fu Guozhong.

　　They were repulsed by the dense bullets and retreated into the trenches. They desperately laid booby traps.

　　Can only block a small burst.

　　Wang Shizhong took out the bullets on his legs with a knife, then tore them up with his clothes, tied them to his legs, and kept shooting.

　　There were only three of them, and they couldn't stop the little devil's attack anymore. It's only been 25 minutes now!

　　There are 35 minutes left and it is simply unstoppable!

　　Just when they were about to die, there was a sudden burst of gunfire, and more than 200 people rushed out.

　　Wang Shizhong looked back, reinforcements!

　　It turned out to be reinforcements, and even their division seats went into battle in person.

　　As soon as the three of them saw the teacher's seat, they completely understood that their 237th division had reached the end of the mountain, and one division was almost wiped out! .

Chapter 287 The Iron-Blooded Army's Reinforcements Have Arrived

　　"Whatever you're doing in a daze, I'll beat you up hard, and beat these sons of bitches to death!"

　　Zhuang Bisheng rushed into the position, holding the crooked sub-machine gun and shooting directly.

　　The 121 regiment, with only three members left, was refreshed and started shooting crazily after seeing the division seat in person to reinforce them.

　　They have run out of bullets, and now they are all using the little devil's weapon - the [-] big cover, and the bullets are all picked up from the little devil.

　　"Where is Zhang Long, where is Zhang Long?"

　　Zhuang Bisheng kept firing with red eyes, and screamed frantically. He was talking about the former head of the 121st regiment.

　　"Both the commander and the chief of staff have been killed, and now there are only three of us left. I am the acting commander!" Tu Yihai raised his hand and killed a devil with a single shot, and then replied loudly!

　　Zhuang Bisheng was stunned, turned his head to look at Tu Yihai, and looked around. He just rushed up and didn't know the situation on the ground. Looking at it now, there are corpses all over the ground, and the living ones are really three people.

　　Immediately, his eyes widened: "I'm your mother's little devil, if I don't kill you today, I won't be Zhuang Bisheng!"

　　Zhuang Bisheng's eyes fell on Tu Yihai: "Your name is... Tu Yihai?" This person had a little impression, he seemed to be a battalion commander.

　　"Yes, Master seat!"

　　"Very good, from now on, you are the head of the 121st regiment!" Zhuang Bisheng nodded.

　　"Yes!" Tu Yihai replied while shooting Little Japan.

　　"Master, the little devil is getting closer and closer, I can't stop it!" A person shouted loudly.

　　"Grandma, what a bear, what do I raise you for? Beat me hard!" Zhuang Bisheng cursed: "If I see you being so cowardly again, I will shoot you!"

　　The crooked machine gun in Zhuang Bisheng's hand kept firing: "Damn it, as long as it's a man, let me kill the little devil to death.!"

　　"Da da da da!"

　　A shuttle of bullets swept out, and the two little devil officers and three little devil soldiers were shot like a sieve by him.

　　"I am invincible, kill!" Zhuang Bisheng's voice kept yelling: "Brothers, the little devils also have two shoulders with a head on them, and they can't help but beat me too, cheer me up. Our allies are coming! Don't embarrass me!"

　　"kill!"

　　Everyone yelled crazily, firing bullets continuously.

　　But there are more and more little devils, and they are rushing forward, as if they want to overwhelm all the troops.

　　Seeing that he was about to be unstoppable, Zhuang Bisheng yelled: "Brothers, put bayonets on me, fight with the little devil, go!"

　　He was the first to rush out of the position, holding a crooked sub-machine gun, screaming desperately there, shooting continuously, and one after another, little devils fell in front of him.

　　More than 200 people rushed out of the trenches one after another. They were like lunatics, holding big knives and holding rifles, roaring!

　　Zhuang Bisheng charged forward with his head full of bullets, and kept sweeping, as if he was tireless.

　　Suddenly, he staggered and shook a few steps. Although he stabilized his body, he ran a few steps and found that he couldn't run, and the crooked handle in his hand couldn't bear it.

　　He was covered in blood, his whole body was covered with bullets, he stood firmly on the ground, not letting himself fall, he couldn't fall, he was the pillar of the whole division.

　　"Brothers kill!"

　　Zhuang Bisheng yelled loudly. He couldn't run or rush anymore. He could only hope that other people could fight the little devil with his life, but his voice became weaker and weaker: "Brothers, go!"

　　In the end, the consciousness is getting weaker and weaker.

　　Finally he found that he couldn't shout anymore, he could only watch his brothers charging hard, and he seemed to see the old lady from his hometown in Shanxi...

　　You can't live to be filial to your old man, you can only die to be loyal to the country!

　　………………

　　The little devil's attack was repelled again, and there were 25 minutes left.

　　Master Zhuang Bi was dead, he died on the battlefield, he stood upright like a soldier, staring ahead, watching the Japanese invaders!

　　He was unwilling to fall even to death, he had to hold on to this position, this line of defense, he must not allow the little devil to rush out.

　　There were only 60 people left in this position, and everyone saluted Zhuang Bisheng in unison.

　　Although the spiritual pillar fell, they still had to continue to fight, and the master seat was unwilling to fall when he was dying, so he continued to charge.

　　Why can't we!

　　We should be the same as the teacher, die, and die on the road of killing the little devil.

　　Die well!

　　Zhuang Bisheng's body was carried down to the rear of the position.

　　The remaining 60 people did not choose to retreat. They each looked for bullets in the position and turned the little devil's body in front of the formation.

　　Prepare for the next attack of the little devil.

　　…………

　　Five minutes later, the little devil came up again.

　　Wang Shizhong grabbed the rifle, pulled the trigger, fired the last bullet, the bullet ejected, and got into a little devil's helmet all at once!

　　"...Brothers, kill them!"

　　Tu Yihai twisted the big knife and rushed out of the trench.

　　"Kill it, fight with the little devil!"

　　All the brothers on the battlefield stood up, rushed out, desperately holding a big knife, and rushed up screaming!

　　A brutal hand-to-hand battle ensued.

　　With red eyes, Tu Yihai slashed a little devil's neck with a big knife, blood was all over his face.

　　Fu Guozhong (the one who got the money) had just hacked a little devil to death, and suddenly his body froze, and his shoulder was stabbed by the little devil's bayonet. under the knife.

　　A tall and thin soldier with wounds all over his body was extremely calm in the face of three or four little devils. He reached out to the grenade and pulled the fuse!

　　"Little devil, grandpa will send you to hell!"

　　"boom!"

　　…………

　　The brutal fight left corpses all over the field!

　　They repelled another attack.

　　This time, there were 60 people left in the 6.

　　Tu Yihai didn't know what happened to the other positions, he only knew that they had been wiped out again, and there were only six people left.

　　Just when they were desperate, a large number of colorful figures appeared behind them.

　　The reinforcements of the Iron Blood Army have arrived! .

Chapter 288 Powerful Firepower

　　Countless Jagged soldiers in camouflage uniforms and helmets appeared on the 121st Regiment's position.

　　They were carrying semi-automatic rifles and holding general-purpose machine guns.