Bring a system to fight against Japan

Chapter 165

Seven or eighty meters away from the village, more than 80 little devils gathered in dozens of long lines, their faces blackened by thunder and fire, with guns and bayonets in their hands. The devil's head was covered with gauze, only a pair of small eyes were exposed, his back was straight and he was looking straight ahead, not daring to move...

The ghost officer was tall and thin, standing at the head of the team, holding a three-foot-long saber in his hand, blowing his beard, staring at his eyes, grinning, baring his teeth, panting for anger, hurriedly walked forward a few steps, raised his foot and kicked him The next few ghost soldiers stretched out their short and thick necks and yelled at them...

"Bagaya Road! If you launch an attack continuously for an hour, you can't take down a small village of the Chinese people. Your land is full of big waste buckets. It is a disgrace to the Bushido spirit of the imperial army. If you can't attack before dawn, the lieutenants of the squad leaders will kill themselves. Apologize to the emperor, you all understand..." The devil soldiers who fell on the ground panicked and quickly got up, stood upright with their chests and waists upright, pointed their heads down hard, followed the crowd of little devils and replied in unison...

"Hey, hey..." The ghost officer raised his saber high in his hand, pointing the tip of the knife at the entrance of the village, gesticulating and commanding back and forth, and yelled a few times...

"Give me the press..." More than 1000 little devils turned their heads in unison, bowed their waists and held up their guns and bayonets. The crowd quickly spread out and launched a fierce attack towards the entrance of the village. It spewed out flames, approved it, and a string of bullets flew away...

"Da da da..." Dozens of mortars were loaded with shells side by side and fired in unison, black smoke burst out from the barrel, and the cannons whizzed and arced slowly through the air and fell into the air. The soil exploded in an instant and flames exploded, and the figures lying on the ground followed and the mud collapsed, plopping heavily and falling to sacrifice, the whole village was once again blasted into a sea of ​​flames by the devil's shells...

Standing on the east and west sides of the village, hundreds of guerrilla fighters lay on the ground with guns in their hands, and fired continuously at the little devil who was rushing forward. , There was a loud bang, bang, thunder, and bang bang, which made the tinnitus ringing in the head. Soldiers were buried and sacrificed in the mud, and they bravely attacked against waves of little devils, and the flying bullets hit the devils' faces and chests , hit the head with a bang bang, the body pierced through and burst into bleeding, shaking their bodies one by one, stretching their bones forward and falling back...

"Da da da..." The two sides clapped and slammed the bullets, and the grenades fell around the feet of the rushing devil crowd, and instantly exploded into flames and burst into the ground, sending mud flying, and pieces of ghosts collapsed On the ground, there is a heavy machine gun fire point outside the village head, and it shoots towards the village entrance in a frenzy. There was a muffled sound of bang bang in the floor, and the top of the head burst into mud and flew in all directions, emitting smoke and puffing, rushing up to the left and right sides of the devil crowd, a light machine gun opened fire, and bullets swept towards the head one by one, hitting the people lying on the ground. The guerrilla fighters with guns on the ground, one by one holding the barrel of the gun tightly with both hands, shot at the little devil who rushed up, and his head fell to the ground to die.

"Da da da..." The village head was full of bullets, gunfire, gunpowder, and gunpowder. Waves of little devils bowed their waists and held guns and bayonets.

"Captain, we can't hold on anymore!"

Wang Dahao was lying on the ground, holding the cannon gun in his hand, the last bullet in the magazine was missing, his round black face twitched, his mouth bared and his teeth bared, and he looked at the densely swaying small black shadows outside the village, and shouted, "Come on!" come here...

"Give me the press..." Wang threw the large gun directly on the ground, pulled out the heavy machete from the waistband of his trousers, jumped up and carried Wang Qin on his back, and shouted loudly...

"Girl, hold me tight, let's fight side by side to defend our country and the blood-stained field, and fight against the little devil."

"Brothers, pick up the guy and follow me behind the ass!"

"Rush..." Hundreds of fighters from the guerrillas climbed up from the ground one by one, held guns and bayonets in both hands, rushed up to meet them with yelling, and stood in a group with the crowd of little devils rushing over. The enemy and us started a fierce hand-to-hand battle.

Wang Dahao grinned, bared his teeth and stared at his eyes, swung the crescent machete in his hand, rushed into the crowd of devils with Wang Qin's thin figure on his back, raised his legs and kicked down a little devil, shook his arms back and forth, and swayed the big grid back and forth. Clutching the handle of the machete tightly, Li Li slashed vigorously up and down, and the blade collapsed into a zigzag shape and hit the helmet, gun, and bayonet on the devil's head, clanging and bursting into sparks. The blood sprayed all over the body, and the little devils fell down one by one. The blood beads on the black and round face flowed down, and the big body was rampant. A corpse of a devil in a mess.

Wang Qin's body was clinging to Wang Dahao's back, with her hands tightly around her neck, Qiao's black mud face was sprayed with blood, watching Fatty Wang fighting in the crowd of devils with a machete in his hand, each little devil was holding a machete. The barrel of the gun rushed over with a yell, and then was thrown to the ground by swiping the machete up and down. At this time, a little devil behind him rushed over with short legs and a bayonet in his hand...

"Baga!" When Wang Dahao heard the cry of the little devil behind him, he immediately turned around and stabbed the point of the knife, plunging directly into the left side of his waist, twitching his bloody face, gritted his teeth, and endured the violent In pain, he waved his hand and grabbed the barrel of the gun tightly, and swung the machete with full strength with the other hand, and chopped it on the devil's neck and shoulders, and drew out a blood stream. The little devil gritted his teeth, stared at his eyes, and spit out The blood fell in the blood amber...

When the tip of the knife was pulled out from Wang Dahao's waist, blood gushed out, shaking his body bones and shaking back and forth a few times, holding the handle of the machete tightly in the palm of his hand, gritting his teeth and standing firmly on his heels to support his body, Wang Qin bit her lip hard with her sharp teeth shouted...

"Fatty Wang..."

"I'm fine with the girl, I haven't had enough killing yet..."

"Fucking devils are coming!" Wang Dahao roared, and rushed towards the surrounding little devils with a machete in his hand...

Hundreds of guerrilla fighters held guns and bayonets, and stood in a group with the little devils to fight with bayonets. Going forward, he hugged the little devil with both hands and fell to the ground. When he rolled back and forth on the ground and wrestled with his body, he snatched the dagger from the devil. Inside the devil's chest, grinning and spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood, his head tilted and his bones softened, and a soldier was stabbed to the ground, holding a grenade tightly in his hand, and rushed over with a roar, gritted his teeth and roared. A few little devils died together...

"Little devil raised by a dog! I will fight with you." The knife was stabbed into the chest of the little devil and pulled out, and the devils were thrown down one by one. Some bayonets were broken in the devil's chest, and soldiers fell to the ground. Sacrificial in blood amber, the screams of fighting penetrated layers of clouds and echoed in the entire night sky...

"kill…"

Hundreds of guerrilla fighters were covered in blood, and fiercely engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the little devils. They forcibly killed waves of little devils who rushed up and retreated. There were piles of corpses lying on the ground at the head of the village, and blood flowed out. Blood splattered three feet in the piled pit, the air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the whole ground was dyed red under the feet, forming large and small blood ambers. The soldiers stood at the village head like blood men, holding guns in their hands and going straight from sword to sword. Lie down bleeding.

(End of this chapter)