my battlefield my company

Chapter 20
Unlike Yan Zhi's Nepalese scimitar, the soldiers' scimitar is slightly longer and has a slightly reduced arc, which makes it easier to handle.These knives were made by Zhou Youcai by a dozen of the best blacksmiths in Huizhou city day and night. They have a good steel edge and are very sharp.

"kill!"

With the bayonet straightened, the Chinese soldier sprinted towards the belly of the bow-legged Japanese soldier.Major Yan said that the most difficult thing to get stuck is when the bayonet is pierced into the enemy's lower abdomen.

Yan Zhi shook his head. He could see that his soldiers were bound to be defeated, so he explained to the other soldiers: "Wang Xiaoxiang used too much force, which made his lower body unstable, and his supporting legs were too stretched to fall. Fortunately, there is no bayonet on the devil's gun."

"Snapped!"

The bow-legged Japanese soldier used both arms to block Wang Xiaoxiang's Zhongzheng rifle easily with the [-]th cover without a bayonet. The gun in his hand moved forward and hit Wang Xiaoxiang's abdomen heavily.

"what!"

The Chinese soldiers screamed in unison. They were worried about Wang Xiaoxiang and marveled at the little devil's bayonet skills.Unexpectedly, the little dog day devil seemed to be useless with his bandy legs, but his strength was not weak, so he easily pushed away Wang Xiaoxiang's gun.

The bow-legged Japanese soldier saw Wang Xiaoxiang squatting down with his hands on his stomach, so he withdrew his gun sharply, grabbed the gun head of Sanba Dagai with his backhand, and when he was round, he smashed it on the head of Wang Xiaoxiang who was squatting on the ground. He was extremely fast. , at first glance, it looks like a battle-tested, ruthless, and experienced veteran.

Judging from the gloomy and stern face of the baby fat major, the bandy-legged, the empire's team might be wiped out today.

From the moment the Chinese soldiers surrounded the pond, all the Japanese soldiers could feel that although the Chinese soldiers did not shoot immediately, it could be concluded from their hideous faces that the Chinese had absolutely no intention of taking prisoners.

So I want to have a bow leg before I die.

Just when the bow-legged Japanese soldier was halfway through the three-eighth cover, the bastard box in Yan Zhi's hand rang, and he bit his bow-legged left arm until it was bloody, screamed, and fell to the ground shaking.

Yan Zhi scolded with a dark face: "Wang Xiaoxiang, look at your cowardice, stand up for me, you didn't get stabbed in the stomach by a bayonet, you squatted with your stomach covered like a fucking chicken egg, if this is On the battlefield, you have to die even if you have nine lives."

Yan Zhi knew that the difference in combat effectiveness between Chinese soldiers and Japanese devils was not only reflected in the weapons, training, and bloodiness of the two sides, but another important factor was the degree of cruelty.

Japanese soldiers can be so cruel that they can raise their bayonets to women, children and babies, but most Chinese soldiers can't kill an unarmed devil if you ask him to stab them to death.

The Chinese people are so kind,

This is the biggest gap between the soldiers of the two countries.

Victory is won by soldiers fighting with their lives, not by influencing the opponent.Being soft-hearted in front of devils is undoubtedly a farmer and a snake.

Wang Xiaoxiang stood up.

"Pick him."

Yan Zhi pointed at his bowed legs, and said to Wang Xiaoxiang with a dark face, "If you don't turn yourself into a demon king who kills devils, sooner or later you will become a ghost shot by devils."

Wang Xiaoxiang was a little hesitant holding the gun.The devil in front of him has been injured, and even if that arm is not disabled in the future, it will not be able to recover to the flexibility before the injury. The gunshot wound is bloody and bloody, and blood is still flowing out, staining half of his body red, his face is sallow, and his whole body is full of blood. Painful and trembling, people can't help but feel pitiful.

Compassion, everyone has it.

Although many comrades fell under the devil's gun before, but at this time, Chief Yan asked Wang Xiaoxiang to pick the devil who had lost his combat power, and he was still a little bit hesitant to do so.

Holding the bayonet, Wang Xiaoxiang took a few steps forward, gritted his teeth, and slowly pushed the point of the bayonet to his bow-legged chest squatting on the ground.

"Xiaoxiang..."

Xu Zheyou couldn't help shouting.He couldn't stand it anymore.In Xu Zheyou's prisoner dictionary, there is only preferential treatment of prisoners, but no killing of prisoners.

Although he was born under the red flag and grew up under the red flag since childhood, Yan Zhi secretly scolded Xu Zheyou: "What a bastard...bump."

Seeing the pleading in his bow-legged eyes, Wang Xiaoxiang really couldn't do anything.

"Sir!"

Wang Xiaoxiang turned his head to look at Yan Zhi, "I'm going to do it, how about another brother..."

"Xiaoxiang..."

"oops……"

"The devil of the dog day..."

"Xiaoxiang pay attention..."

Before Wang Xiaoxiang finished speaking, he heard the shouts of brothers around him, some reminded him, and some scolded the little devil.

Wang Xiaoxiang knew it was wrong, he just turned his face and wanted to stab forward with his gun, but he felt the tip of the gun sank, and then loosened, his eyes blurred, the Zhongzheng bayonet had been removed by his bow-legged other hand, the light of the knife flickered, It has reached in front of his lower abdomen, making him regret his whole life, but he no longer has any ability to dodge.

"Snapped!"

The bastard box in Yan Zhi's hand rang again, with blue smoke rising from the muzzle.

"what!"

"when!"

The other hand of the bow-legged hangs down limply, and the bayonet that has reached Wang Xiaoxiang's lower abdomen also falls to the ground.

"Little devil, I hate your grandma..." Wang Xiaoxiang bent down to pick up the Zhongzheng bayonet, and plunged it into the bow-legged throat.

"You are just unfamiliar dogs..."

Wang Xiaoxiang twisted the handle of the knife viciously, and a large amount of blood spurted out from the blood groove of the bayonet that exposed the bow-legged neck.

All the Chinese soldiers let out a long sigh of relief, and put their beating hearts back into the distance.

All the Japanese soldiers showed regret on their faces.

Yan Zhi's eyes were like knives, and he cut Xu Zheyou fiercely.

Xu Zheyou showed shame on his face. If it wasn't for Officer Yan, he would have regretted it all his life.

Wang Xiaoxiang slowly drew out the bayonet, picked up a Japanese military cap, wiped off the blood on the bayonet, and said viciously: "Brothers, bring me another little devil, I want to dig out the devil's heart to see, See if it's black or red."

Xu Zheyou reached out and pulled out the Nepalese scimitar, gritted his teeth and said, "Brothers, send me one too."

"What morality do you talk about with the little devils? They invaded our territory and killed my compatriots. How did they ever talk about morality?" Seeing that the blood of the soldiers was fully aroused, Yan Zhi stood up and clapped his hands. Treat the enemy with good food and wine, and when the enemy comes, we will send them to the King of Hades with knives and guns. Kindness cannot influence poisonous snakes and beasts."

The soldiers were full of killing intent, turning the woods into a killing field, using various cold weapons to continuously scour the cunning little devils who resisted.

The water in the pond turned blood-colored, surrounded by devils' limbs and arms, internal organs were in a mess, and the wailing sound resounded throughout the woods. Wu Zhonghua, who was on the watchtower a mile away, could only plug his ears. Now, he finally understood why Major Yan sent him to clean up the devils in the watchtower.

An hour later, the soldiers were completely overwhelmed. Under Yan Zhi's passionate speech, they all looked like demons, with hideous faces and cruel hands. They stabbed more than 50 devils with all kinds of killing methods. , and cut off the left ear of each dead body, and threw it into a basket.

Looking at the group of cold-blooded killers he cultivated in front of him, Yan Zhi heaved a sigh of relief. With these killing gods, the Chinese soldiers could save a lot of blood in the tragic hand-to-hand battle a few months later.

Yan Zhi stood up and said, "Brothers, let's go eat the devil's food, eat and drink enough, get a good sleep, and then get up to catch big fish."

(End of this chapter)