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Chapter 5 The Bayonet and the Charger
The dwarves in front were still some distance away from their temporary position, so they should continue to shoot, consuming more of the enemy's vital strength before approaching them in close combat.

Although it was not the best time to launch a counter-charge, Makarov was naturally extremely anxious when he saw his instructor take the lead in attacking again.

He hurriedly threw the DP light machine gun in his hand to the side of the Yellow River, and then picked it up with a shout, and Mosin Nagant with a bayonet inserted followed behind the instructor.

"Ula!"

Even though the number of people is much smaller than that of the devils, their own momentum is not lost at all.

The devil's 128 cover has a total length of 166.3 cm, and the total length is 1.78 cm after the bayonet is installed. Even many devils are not as tall as the rifle.But Mosin Nagant is longer than the [-]-style spear, almost [-] meters in length so that it is not afraid of any opponent's hand-to-hand combat.

All the dwarves practice bayonets hard, but sometimes hard training can't make up for congenital defects.Facing the undernourished soldiers of the Republic of China, they can have an advantage when fighting bayonets, and they can even win more with less.

But at this moment, the shortcoming of their short stature was fully exposed in front of these big Siberian men.Accompanied by the shouts of killing that went straight into the sky, the soldiers of the transport team rushed towards the devils with bayonets on their shoulders and light machine guns in their arms.

The instructor was the first to meet the enemy, and he had no fear in the face of the cold bayonets of the dwarves.

The engineer shovel held in his right hand was swung from bottom to top, not only parrying the bayonet thrust of the devil soldier, but even the huge force made the devil lose his center of gravity.Seeing that the enemy was so vulnerable, the instructor showed a murderous smile, and the TT33 pistol in his left hand fired a few bullets without hesitation.

Finding that his colleague was easily killed by the enemy, the devil who replaced him stabbed his long-planned hateful blow when the instructor's old strength had exhausted his new strength.

The original tactic of the transport team was to fight alternately in pairs, but the flag guard fell on the way to charge.

But this attack still didn't work, and Makarov behind the instructor had already rushed up.

At the critical moment when the bayonet was about to penetrate the instructor's body, Marklov's left hand held the gun first, driving the gun head to the left to resist the devil's bayonet. At the same time, his right hand followed closely to control the butt of the gun to right movement.

After a wave of operations, not only did the enemy gun gang instructors get rid of the siege, but also let the devils open their doors.Then the four-edged bayonet stabbed back and stabbed the dwarf hard in the heart.

A rough and fierce bayonet pierced through the body, and this knife directly pierced the devil's heart.

The four corners and four blood grooves brought great pain to the devil who was not completely dead. His body twitched non-stop, and blood gushed out continuously from the knife edge.

The dwarf held onto Makarov's gun with the last of his strength, spitting blood and speaking words that no one could understand.

But Makarov quickly understood what this sentence meant, because a short and sturdy devil came to his left front.Just when he was about to draw out the bayonet to meet the enemy, the bayonet was clamped tightly by the not dead dwarf.

The dwarf was still coughing up blood, but he had a terrifying smile on his face. He looked like a man who was about to be backed by a ghost before he died.

The short and stocky devil jumped up when he was more than two meters away from Makarov, and the bayonet pointed directly at his chest.This kind of person who jumps and stabs first on the battlefield without saying a word, looks like a novice who has not had much actual combat experience.

Maybe he performed well on the training ground, but this kind of action exposes him to a lot of gaps, and his physical strength is also consumed quickly. It can be said that he has no rules at all.

If it was a one-on-one duel, Makarov was confident that he could kill him within five moves.But the weapon in his hand can't be used for the time being, and now facing this kind of rookie, he can only give up the rifle in his hand helplessly and dodge first.

Obviously the dwarf forgot that there was another person here, and when he jumped up, the instructor rushed out from the side.

The engineer shovel in his hand slashed heavily on the devil's face, and the sharp shovel cut off a large piece of flesh on the man's face in an instant. The severe pain caused the dwarf to lose his combat power and half kneel on the ground, screaming. It can be heard from far away.

The instructor kicked the devil and spat at him. He looked at the enemy with disdain, and then sent him to serve xx with a bullet.

"Suka, what rubbish!"

The two who cleared each other looked at each other and continued to attack the enemy.

Although the Devil Squadron has a geographical advantage and a firepower advantage, they insist on killing themselves.

Obviously, after completing the ambush battle step by step, they can return with a full load, but they forcefully charged with the fiercest firepower and played bayonet in melee combat. This caused the transport team to fight back and forth with the devils for a while.

Seeing Makarov, who was like a bear, relied on his own strength, and cooperated with the people around him to kill several of his subordinates.

The squadron leader was even more furious. He brought a few devils to meet him, and ordered them to do everything possible to create a one-on-one space.

The squadron leader of this devil is now regretful, he did not expect the defeated generals of his fathers to be so strong.It's just that the transport team's fighting will is no worse than theirs, and the level of weaponry and training surprised him.

His own squadron suffered heavy losses. Even if all these enemies were taken down, the best result would be no reward or punishment.

He was full of honor and Bushido, and now he only wanted to chop off the head of the big man in front of him to avenge his shame.

Makarov stared at the enemy commander holding a samurai sword in front of him, although he was not interested in the bullshit spirit these dwarves believed in.But if you have the courage to come out and challenge him one-on-one, then you must have some real skills.

He assumed an attacking posture, with his left foot one step ahead of his right foot, his toes pointing straight ahead, and his right foot pointing toward the outside of his body. This standing posture is mainly for the convenience of his legs to exert force.

The Siberian hunk looked at the devil who was still testing, and he decided to attack first.

The kicking force of the right foot and the thrust of the waist made him rush forward like a leopard, with his back arched and his arms thrusting the gun forward.

But what Marklov didn't know was that the devil he faced was from a family of warriors, and he usually studied sword skills a lot.

He saw the right moment, swung the samurai sword, and even pushed away Makarov's bayonet, and then the samurai sword pierced Makarov's face like a poisonous snake.

Faced with such a tricky knife, Makarov shrank his pupils and hurriedly dodged.But the blade of the samurai sword still cut through the clothes on his chest, and blood flowed out from the long and narrow wound.

After the winning blow was dodged, the devil's squadron leader was not upset, but instead glanced at Makarov with interest.

This time, the devil took the initiative to attack, facing the samurai sword slashed from the left.With an idea, Makarov pulled his left hand back and pushed forward with his right hand. At the same time, his waist exerted force to drive his upper body to turn, and his right foot quickly moved forward, allowing his whole body to bully the enemy.

While picking up the samurai sword, the butt of the gun slammed hard on the devil's head.

Makarov, known for his strength, almost passed out when he hit the devil.Just when the devil was still trying to resist, the bayonet was inserted into his body.

After finishing off the enemy, Makarov shouted excitedly and went to help his comrades with murderous intent.

After discovering Yu Sui, the captain of his own family, the devil's morale was greatly affected.But even if the devils of this era do not have the command of their superiors, they can still display good combat effectiveness.

The squad leaders who had long been unwilling to fight bayonets immediately ordered a change of style of play. The light and heavy machine guns kept suppressing fire, and the mortars and grenadiers that had been silent for a while rang again.

The soldiers of the transport team faced such fierce firepower and casualties soared, so they could only fight and retreat trying to get back to the vicinity of the truck.

Huang He looked at the blood and broken limbs all over the place. He witnessed the comrades who had dinner with him yesterday sacrificed in front of him.The bloody and chaotic battlefield made him see the cruelty of war.

The trembling body slowly calmed down at this time.

He poked his head out quietly and observed the situation on the battlefield.

The soldiers of the transport team were severely injured by the enemy's light and heavy machine guns. If they didn't do something, few people could return.

He took a deep breath, picked up the DP light machine gun that Makarov had thrown aside.

As a normal man, he has a natural yearning for guns.After crossing, he would also refresh himself from time to time.

But this was the first time he had fought against the enemy seriously. He suppressed the fear deep in his heart, holding a light machine gun and shooting at the enemy in the distance.

Fortunately, the magazine capacity of this light machine gun is large enough, and it is not enough for him to replace it with other light machine guns.Although he didn't kill the enemy, he did provide cover for Makarov's group.

After more than 30 bullets in the magazine were used up, he quickly retracted to replace the magazine.It takes about eight seconds for a skilled assistant shooter to complete it, and it took him more than 20 seconds to do it for the first time.

At this time, he was extremely anxious, and his comrades were killed every second within the range of the enemy's machine gun.

He changed the direction and fired at the enemy, but the enemy was already prepared.

At the same time as the trigger was pulled, an Arisaka rifle round hit him in the stomach.

After being shot, Huang He was briefly absent-minded. He saw Makarov's distraught face and saw the devil's arrogant expression.Enduring the pain, he yelled to vent his fear, and tried his best to shoot the bullet to the enemy's position.

But another bullet landed in his left shoulder, and this time he lost his grip on the gun and fell hard against the side of the truck.

Huang He felt the flow of blood, and pain filled his brain.He felt that his body was getting heavier and heavier, and he couldn't open his eyes.

At this time, he heard a familiar voice!

Drip, drop, drop, drop.
The resounding charge horn rang from the entrance of the canyon, and Makarov immediately understood that reinforcements were coming when he heard the sound.He snatched the brightly colored flag from the flag bearer's hand, and at the same time stopped his retreat.

"Davari, it's time to fight back! Ula!"

The remnants of the Eighth Route Army and Makarov who came to support were like two sharp butcher knives, ruthlessly piercing into the hearts of these beasts!
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