Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 537 Who is the spoil
It was a devil who jumped out of the grass.

Seeing the thin and thin soldier rushing over with a rifle, a trace of ferocity flashed across his face. He also picked up the [-]-style rifle with a bayonet inserted, roared, and rushed towards Yang Bicheng.

The distance between the two sides will not exceed 15 meters. At the current speed of the two sides, it will take less than two seconds to collide with each other.

However, although the Japanese infantrymen were a little short in stature, they were stocky and strong. The [-]-style rifle was more than ten centimeters longer than the official one. Although his position was under the hillside, his speed and momentum were even faster than that of the fearless Yang Bicheng. Even stronger.

This is undoubtedly a veteran, and he is also a veteran who has been cornered.

It's not just a trapped beast!
Instead, those Japanese soldiers who climbed up from the grass and raised their guns knew very well that if they chose to flee, they would only be shot and killed in the wilderness one by one by the Chinese infantry who rushed down.

If you want to survive, you cannot escape. The Chinese choose to use the cruelest hand-to-hand combat to resolve the battle, so they will give their opponents hand-to-hand combat.

Even if it is this time, it is not to show the samurai spirit of the Imperial Japanese Army, but to survive.

Just looking at this point, the Japanese army is actually very good.

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Although we had only been together for a long time, Wang Changshou felt pity for this young man who was not much different from his own son from the bottom of his heart. The six brothers went out, and he was the only one left. How dreary that must be!Whether for him or his elders.

But this doll's biggest wish is not to live, but to die, even if he kills the Japanese before he dies.

But, rushing over like this, where is his small body an opponent of the Japanese?
Wang Changshou is a veteran who climbed out of the dead in Dachang Town. Not only did he fight the Japanese tanks, but he also fought the Japanese face to face with a bayonet, so he knew how powerful the Japanese were.

Wang Changshou clearly remembered that ten brothers from one of his infantry squads surrounded three Japanese infantry in a group. Without saying anything, he stabbed three of his brothers to death in succession.

If it hadn't been for the bloody explosion of the Sichuan people in the end, two brothers rushed up bravely and used their bodies as shields, causing the Japanese bayonets to stop for a few seconds. Maybe ten of them would have been killed by three physically strong men in that battle. The Japanese army with excellent stabbing skills was killed cleanly.

But even if it was a victory, it was a miserable victory. Five of the ten people died on the spot. They were stabbed by bayonets and bled for more than two hours. Two people died two hours later, and one was stabbed in the abdomen and sent to the rear ambulance team. Yes, I have never seen it again. There are only two people left in an infantry squad, eight for three.

That is already an extremely brilliant result.The record of that hand-to-hand battle between an infantry battalion and an infantry squadron of the Japanese army was that more than 200 of the Japanese army died in battle, while only 50 of the Japanese army remained.

With Yang Bicheng's small stature, he stabbed without dodging or evading, and it is very likely that he would be stabbed to death by his opponent if he couldn't even survive a single move.

Wang Changshou was so anxious that he didn't even have time to aim, so he swung his gun and fired at the figure of the Japanese soldier.

It's a pity that the Japanese infantry was very experienced, and they didn't charge in a straight line, but moved at a snake-like pace, with their figures flashing, but their speed didn't slow down much.

The opponent was cunning, and his vision was dim enough. Of course, Wang Changshou's bullet missed.

Dodging the bullets fired by the Chinese on the opposite side, Miye looked at the thin Chinese soldier who was less than eight meters away, and the ferocious look on his face became more and more serious.

If nothing else, this should be his second trophy today.

The first trophy of Mino on the bed was a Chinese soldier who hid behind a stone 80 meters away and shot down the slope. The Chinese soldier was already very cautious. Even if he was shooting, his body would not be exposed for more than three seconds. Immediately the bullet retracted behind the stone.

Moreover, his marksmanship is also good. In 10 minutes of shooting, more than two imperial infantry were injured by his gun.

However, this also led to his death, and he was targeted by Sergeant Mino, who was lying on the bottom of the slope.

As the top five player in the 23rd Infantry Regiment Shooting Contest, Mino had already been serving as Sergeant for a year. Originally, according to the rules, he was eligible to be promoted to Lieutenant Officer in one more year.

However, Shangshang Miye’s fighting power is strong. Since the start of the war, he has killed more than 15 Chinese soldiers. If it hadn’t been for the rescue of the Sixth Heavy Artillery Brigade two days ago, the entire brigade suffered a severe blow, and even the brigade commander would have resigned It is very likely that he has filled the vacancy to serve as the captain of the second lieutenant.

It would naturally not be a good thing to be targeted by such a Japanese veteran who is extremely sophisticated in shooting and other techniques and tactics.

Going to bed Mino is very patient, lying on the spot and enduring the Chinese submachine guns, shell guns, and machine guns all kinds of bullets raging above his head, staring at his target area without moving, even the opponent's continuous shooting exposed his body, an experienced go to bed Mino didn't move either.

At that angle, even if he hits with enough precision, it is possible that he will only be injured and not killed, and he must have a fatal blow.

So, the hunter who was patient enough succeeded.

Just when the Chinese veteran who had become an accurate shooter in the infantry squad turned over and was about to leave the bunker to find another safe place, Miye shot.

The evil 6.5mm bullet passed through the fragile neck of the Chinese veteran, shattering the neck bone and breaking the carotid artery.

From the moment she saw the blood flower suddenly blooming in the distance, Mino knew that the Chinese veteran was determined not to live anymore.

Although the young and immature Chinese soldier in front of him is not of much value, Mino also knows that the current battle situation is extremely unfavorable, and the only thing he can do is to make the Chinese feel bad.

From the perspective of war, Shangshang Miye is undoubtedly an excellent soldier, whether it is his excellent skills and tactics or his understanding of the battlefield.

If he can successfully kill Yang Bicheng with one knife, it will definitely deal a huge blow to the morale of the Chinese soldiers who are entering the charge state. Even if the final result is defeated, the Second Company of the Independent Battalion will also feel heartbroken for the loss of Yang Bicheng, the only seedling from an ordinary family in the north. To no avail.

This is also a Japanese army's counterattack against the enemy.

Very sharp!
Yang Xiaoshan also saw this scene, the muscles on his face tensed, and he roared "Kill!" He made a wrong step and went straight to Yang Bicheng who was several meters ahead of him.

But Yang Xiaoshan knew in his heart that the most he could do was to avenge Yang Bicheng and kill the strong and fierce Japanese invader with one shot, but he couldn't save him.

Everyone underestimated Yang Bicheng!
Whether it's his opponent or his comrades.

Faced with the bayonet that was about to be stabbed by Mino on the bed, Yang Bicheng chose to throw the gun, and at the moment when there was still three meters away, he directly threw the rifle in his hand like a javelin.

What's the use of this level of dying struggle?Going to bed, Mino didn't panic at all, with a slight swing of his arms, he blocked the weak bayonet and rifle from flying, and then used his arms to move forward, stabbing the weak but brave Chinese soldier who was rushing forward. Put on.

Even, Mino thought of a second move, picking up the Chinese soldiers and throwing them at the two Chinese who were rushing after him, stabbing them to death one by one.

If not, he might still have a chance to turn defeat into victory.

Out of the corner of his eye, there were at least two dozen familiar 'shit yellows' standing up from various places and recoiling at the dark blue that was rushing towards him like him.

The brave Imperial Army would never be easily defeated by the Chinese like this, and Sergeant Mino was full of confidence at that moment as if he had been given a shot in the arm.

But in the next moment, he was out of his wits.

The Chinese soldier who threw away his rifle took out a pistol at some point in his hand.

It is not the Nanfang Fourteen, nor is it the shell gun most commonly used by the Chinese, but a muscular black pistol.

That's the Browning 1911 of the Americans. The Japanese military officer who is familiar with all kinds of firearms instantly popped up such a term in his mind.

But how could such a high-end pistol appear in the hands of an ordinary Chinese soldier?

No one answered him.

Maybe just bullets.

What does it feel like to be hit by an 11.43mm bullet?
Going to bed Mino finally realized it.

Three shots in a row, all hit the extremely strong body of the upper bed Mino.

The 477mm bullet with the muzzle kinetic energy of 11.43 joules was fired at a distance of less than three meters, directly hitting the 150-jin Shangbed Miye back again and again.

The once surging strength quickly receded from the body of Shangmi Miye like a tide, and was replaced by incomparable weakness.

Weak enough to go to bed, Mino didn't even have the strength to stand up.

As soon as his legs softened, if it wasn't for the rifle in his hand to support him, the once mighty Japanese infantry sergeant would definitely fall to the ground.

But, that's only a matter of time.

The lethality displayed by the large-caliber semi-automatic pistol from the American continent on this battlefield directly knocked down a player who could rank among the top five in an infantry regiment.

"Baga!" This was Mino's last desperate cry.

Then, he was severely kicked down by the thin Chinese soldier who had imagined several ways to die. He turned his back to the sky without any resistance, and watched helplessly as the [-]-style rifle bayonet that once belonged to him was inserted into his own. chest.

There was darkness in front of my eyes, and the violent roars that had erupted from both sides gradually faded away until they were completely silent.

Lost!This was Mino's last thought on the bed.

In the wilderness of China, the Japanese military officer with a glorious experience let out his last breath alone.

If you want to use other people's lives as trophies as a bargaining chip for promotion, then be ready to be someone else's trophies at any time.

This is Yang Bicheng's answer to the Japanese invaders.

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PS: I have something to do at noon, so I only have time to write this chapter, which is a 3000-word chapter, and I will update it first. If I have time in the evening, there will be Chapter 2. If it is too late, find time to make up.

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