Volume 1 Deserter's Bloodbath Chapter 71 No Hope
The scattered infantry of the National Army shouted and charged towards the devils. Where were they heading to? Of course, it couldn't be here with Feng E. There was only Feng E here. They were used to sticking together, so there was still hope of survival.
"idiot!"
The two Japanese soldiers roared, turned around with bayonets in hand, and rushed towards Feng E.
“Puff, puff…”
At this time, at the scene of the violent explosion, the confused Japanese soldiers were finally slaughtered. There were not many Japanese soldiers following the tanks left due to the explosion of the tanks. The grenades that followed made them all fall to the ground. Now those who were not dead were all injured!
"If anyone is still moving, I will kill them all!"
Chen Hua roared and kept extending and retracting his bayonet, stabbing it into the flesh of the Japanese soldier.
"Hurry up, the devils over there are coming!"
A brother was busy with his work and glanced across, and saw ten Japanese soldiers rushing towards him while shouting.
“Puff, puff…”
"Da da da……"
These brothers had never felt that the devils were so easy to kill. They were just lying on the ground waiting for them to kill them. In a hurry, Big Min started firing his machine gun at the squirming devils...
Because the ten Japanese soldiers running towards them made them nervous. They only had twelve people. According to the combat power conversion, they would need at least twenty brothers to replace the ten Japanese soldiers.
"Fight hard and kill!"
Big Min threw away the machine gun with an empty magazine in his hand and picked up a Japanese rifle with a bayonet gleaming with blood on it. No one knew who it belonged to.
“Puff!”
Feng E was so busy at this time that the Mauser pistol in his hand was gone. Who knew where it went? In his right hand was a Japanese bayonet, and there were two Japanese corpses lying on the ground.
“Hoo…Hoo…”
Feng E was breathing heavily, staring at the two Japanese soldiers in front of him. These two men were obviously veteran Japanese soldiers, and they were veteran Japanese soldiers who had fought in many battles.
"idiot!"
The two Japanese soldiers stood shoulder to shoulder without separating, with two bayonets pointing at Feng E like two spears. Their footsteps followed Feng E's movements and they did not make any rash attacks.
"Little devils, short-legged pigs, come on!"
Feng E's Japanese came in handy at this time. He kept teasing the Japs on the opposite side with words. If the Japs did not take the initiative to attack, it would be difficult for him to deal with them with two daggers. At least it would not be as easy as dealing with two corpses on the ground. He would definitely be injured, and in the battle of Luodian, getting injured meant waiting to die.
"You're dead, you Chinese pig!"
The Japanese soldier roared angrily, but his eyes were calm and he did not rush forward because of Feng E's provocation.
"Little devils, those pigs lying on the ground are so cool to be slaughtered. Look, that's what will happen to you!"
Feng E stared into the devil's eyes and said,
"Those Chinese pigs will be killed soon. The brave warriors of the Empire of Japan will pierce their stomachs with bayonets, leaving them wailing and bleeding slowly on the ground until they die..."
The Japs were not bad either. They could argue if they wanted, but they wouldn't come up anyway. They firmly believed that their companions would take care of those people and then come back to help them. By then, even if that person had three heads and six arms, he would not be able to escape death.
"Um?"
Hearing the Japanese say this, Feng E's eyes involuntarily looked towards the opposite side, and as his sight moved, his feet also moved.
“Bang!”
Feng E stepped on something and fell to the side...
"Yoshi..."
The two Japanese soldiers were overjoyed. They stepped forward with one foot, exerted force with their hands, and stabbed Feng E who was about to reach the bottom with their bayonets.
"hehe……"
Feng E smiled. The little devils were still too naive. Didn't they know the Xian Family Fist? This was obviously a trap of the Xian Family Fist!
“Gurgle…”
“Puff!”
Before Feng E touched the ground, his bayonet tapped the ground lightly, and he rolled backwards with the force of his attack. The two bayonets of the Japanese soldier missed the target at the same time, and then the bayonet in his right hand flew out of his hand and pierced directly into the chest of the Japanese soldier!
"you……"
The Japanese soldier had blood at the corner of his mouth. He looked at the bayonet piercing his chest and fell into the dust unwillingly.
"idiot!"
“Puff, puff…”
Another devil chased Feng E's rolling body, kept slashing with his knife, and then...
“Puff!”
There was nothing else. Feng E kicked the Japanese's rifle directly, then turned over and stood up. The bayonet in his left hand swept across the Japanese's throat with his forward and backward, left and right steps.
"Da da da……"
The Japanese machine gunner who fell behind couldn't stand it anymore and opened fire at Feng E.
“Fuck!”
Feng E simply placed the Japanese corpse in front of him, lay on the ground, and then took out his sniper rifle!
"boom!"
At a distance of more than a hundred meters, from the sniper rifle, the Japanese seemed to be right in front of them. As the gunshots rang out, there was finally silence.
"ah!"
Meanwhile , the battle on the other side was still going on. The bayonet duel had now turned into pairs of people rolling on the ground. Stones, helmets, fists and even teeth were all used as weapons to attack the enemy...
“Puff!”
Feng E rushed over and killed the Japanese soldiers in uniform with his bayonet. After a few minutes, the whole world was quiet.
"Those who are still alive, clean up the battlefield quickly. We will retreat to the rear!"
Feng E shouted loudly, saying that it was not the time to stay as no one knew when the enemy would appear here again .
Many people died. The bodies on the ground were covered with bullet holes and bayonet marks. The dead bodies covered the ruins and blood Feng E didn't know how many people were still alive.
Big Min was so tired that he was exhausted. At this moment, he was lying on the ground like a dead body. A broken Type 38 rifle was next to him. Looking at the sky, Big Min was panting heavily.
"I'm still alive! I'm still alive..."
Finally, someone made a sound, crying, and the tears washed away the mud and sand on his face, turning the brother who sat up into a clown.
"Sir, you're awesome! Awesome!"
Chen Hua climbed up from the ground with a grimace on his face, his nose and face bruised.
"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up! The Japanese should have a Type 99 rifle and a grenade launcher. Bring them over here and take away all their bullets, grenades, lunch boxes and everything else!"
Feng E looked at the brothers who kept getting up from the ground and shouted,
"Commander, the Japanese equipment is useless!" Big Min covered his arm and asked in confusion.
"What's wrong? Are you hurt?"
Feng E said,
"No, I was hit by the butt of the Japanese's gun. It hurts so much!" Big Min stood up and walked to another direction. He took two brothers to clean up the battlefield on the other side.
“Hurry up!”
Feng E kept urging them. He already had three Japanese weapon belts hanging on his body, and the cowhide box was full of Japanese bullets.
"Okay, let's go!"
Until they left with the spoils and the wounded, no more Japanese soldiers appeared. Perhaps the Japanese thought that with so many infantrymen dispatched in this direction and tanks to help, they would not be defeated so quickly, or they would send back news of their failure.
In a courtyard, although it has become a ruin, there is still space inside. All the remaining soldiers fell to the ground in despair, and their remaining ammunition was stored here. Now they have no shortage of guns or bullets, whether it is the Zhongzheng rifle or the devil's Type 38 rifle.
"Why!"
Chen Hua sighed and ate the multi-grain cake mechanically. He was not at all happy about the victory just now. Too many brothers died and he saw no hope of victory.
