Bring a system to fight against Japan

Chapter 180

In the woods at the foot of the hillside, behind the mortar infantry guns, standing on the left is the captain of the Devils Army Officers Lieutenant, it is Songyuan Zeri, blowing his beard and staring at the fighter planes, which were shot down from the air by unknown mysterious weapons and exploded The flames turned into a pile of scrap iron, and hurriedly pulled out the saber with his face and hands, held it up high, stretched out his short and thick neck, and shouted to the commander...

"Give me the press..." There were thousands of little devils on three sides in the mountain forest, bowing their waists, holding guns and bayonets in their hands, and galloping with short legs, wave after wave of devils rushed to the top of the mountain madly and besieged. Dozens The muzzle of the door aimed at the top of the mountain and fired a series of random bombardments, and the flames exploded everywhere, shining brightly above the night sky, rolling up billowing black smoke...

"Boom..." The devil team who was shooting and charging didn't notice it, and the strangely shaped black food cannon fell from mid-air, crackling and pounding on the round cap of the green steel helmet on the devil's head like a dumpling, and went straight down the head. Green slurry water dripped down, and there was a thick hot stench, one by one smashed their eyes with gold stars and foamed at their mouths, their swaying figures stretched forward and back and fell to the ground, some ghost Joe's black face was covered with prickly pear thorns, Howling in pain...

"Ahh..." The thick green smoke was blown up by the wind in the mountain forest, and the hot air was blown away. Pieces of little devils fell to the ground, kicked their legs, twitched, and foamed at the bones of their bodies. Thousands of devils ran around in the green smoke, holding hands The gun barrels fell to the ground.

Wang Dahao, with Joe's bloody face, swayed and stood in the pit with a machete in his hand, watching the cannons turn back and forth on the frame of the fort. After spraying the spray with bang bang bang bang, he grinned, bared his teeth and shouted loudly...

"Brothers tore off a piece of cloth from their clothes, covered their noses tightly, took weapons and ammunition to prepare to break out, and followed me to fight out. If I can't take away the heavy machine guns and mortars, I will blow them up, and I can't leave a little devil marble."

"It's the captain..."

"Fatty Zhao, Zhou Tiezhu, you each lead a team with machine guns to cover the left and right, and I lead the Machete Death Squad brothers to charge in the middle, do you hear me clearly?"

"Captain, we understand..."

"Okay...brothers, grab the guy and follow me to fight out of the little devil's encirclement."

"Come on..."

Flames exploded from all over the top of Heigulongdong mountain, and after the bang, rumble and thunder, Wang Dahao led the machete death squad to charge at the forefront of the team, ran and bumped down the hillside to kill the little devil, Zhao on the left and right sides Fatty and Zhou Tiezhu led a team each, holding a light machine gun in both hands and strafing to open the way for cover. The guerrilla group of a hundred or so people bowed their waists and rushed down the mountain in a messy formation.

In the entire woods under the hillside, there was a stench and thick green smoke, and the ground was covered with the bodies of ghosts lying on the ground, each with their hands tightly strangled on their short and thick necks, and the green slime was spitting all over their faces. Breathing heat, his eyes widened, his teeth bared, his mouth foaming, his body twitched and his legs stared straight at him.

Devil officer Song Yuan chose to cover his nose with his left hand, his eyes were wide open, and he saw the green smoke rushing out of the hillside, densely packed and swaying, the little black shadows shot towards him, raised his three-foot long saber with a wave of his hand, and rushed forward The face screamed...

"Here's the pressure..." He brought hundreds of little devils around to meet him, and the crackling bullets flew towards him in clusters. The gun barrel was bayoneted, and the figure leaned forward and backward fell to the ground with a plop.

Wang Dahao led dozens of members of the Machete Squad, each with a heavy machete in their hands, rushed into the crowd of little devils, and started a fierce hand-to-hand battle with the enemy. Holding the machete, he slashed vigorously up and down, until the blade collapsed into a zigzag shape and hit the bayonet on the barrel of the helmet and gun on the devil's head, causing sparks to burst out. Flowing, one by one little devils were forcibly thrown down in the blood amber, a famous soldier Qiao Hei's face was covered with blood beads and flowed down, and there were corpses of devils lying on the ground around his feet.

More than a hundred fighters from the guerrilla team fought with the little devil in a group and fought with bayonets. They stabbed the little devil's chest one by one, or cut his head and neck, and drew blood. , twitching and falling down, a soldier was stabbed and died in the blood amber, the shouts of fighting penetrated layers of clouds and echoed in the entire mountain forest...

"kill…"

Wang Dahao's bloody figure swayed here and there, like a crazy old cow, rampaging in the crowd of little devils, throwing off his arms and waving a machete in his hand to kill red eyes, splashing blood on his face and flowing down. A knife slashed the little devil's head and neck, and blood gushed out, and the sound of knife grabbing and jingling echoed in his ears, and the little devils were forced down one by one, fighting into a group of people lying on the ground at their feet. There were piles of dead bodies, blood flowing out and gathering in the pit, the blood was splashed three feet, the air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the whole ground was dyed red, forming large and small blood ambers...

"Kill..."

A hundred or so guerrilla fighters, like bloody red-eyed men, with heavy crescent machetes in their hands, or bayonets held across the barrel of their guns, stepped on the corpses of devils and walked over, forcing their way from hundreds of people. A little devil cut a bloody path out of the crowd, yelled and rushed out, dozens of figures swayed here and there, turned around and shot back to cover, while running and bouncing down the hillside...

"Da da da…"

The devil officer twitched his bloody face, held a three-foot-long saber in his hand, blew his beard and stared at the dozens of people who broke out from the encirclement, and hurriedly turned his face and yelled a few times...

"Give me the press..." Leading the little devil who was left in the shopping mall, No. [-], followed closely behind his butt and shot after him. He shot back and shot bullets that pierced through his body and bled, and the devils chased him one by one. Holding the barrel of the gun, he swayed back and forth, and his figure fell to the ground with a plop.

In the dark mountain forest, the muzzles of the guns spewed out flames everywhere, and the bullets shot from both sides slammed into each other, and the bullets hit the back of the running and retreating soldiers with a bang, piercing through the back, bleeding and falling down Sacrifice, the crowd started a long pursuit one after the other.

Wang Dahao ran up and down and led the retreating team, dodging back and forth behind old trees, strafing bullets and penetrating into the tree trunks, the bang bang resounded in the ears, and the hula la crowd rushed down the hillside, one by one. Shaking his figure to the west, he sprang out of the woods and ran across the entire field. The little devil hunched his waist and held the barrel of a gun in his hand, and galloped with his short legs, chasing after him. Crackling gunshots from behind...

"Da da da…"

(End of this chapter)