Volume 1 Deserter's Bloodbath Chapter 76: The shock of watching the battle (Part 2)!
The battlefield is not a good place to display personal martial arts. You don't know where a bayonet might appear, or when a bullet might fly at you, not to mention the elusive grenades. Here, what matters is the simplest and most effective way of fighting, which is why there are so many cases of exchanging injuries for lives.
"when!"
The Japanese soldier's heavy slashing sword directly hit a helmet. Under the helmet was a dazed Japanese soldier. The huge roar made the Japanese soldier's head completely confused, and he staggered and fell on the ruins.
At this moment, it was the most precious opportunity for Feng E. The Japanese soldier who was kicked over from somewhere by his brothers not only blocked the fatal knife for him, but also made the Japanese soldier lose his attack route.
“Puff!”
"ah!"
Feng E did not stop, he slid past the Japanese soldiers who were blocking his way, swung his bayonet, and swept it across the cheek of the Japanese officer. A string of blood flew and the Japanese officer let out a shrill scream.
“Puff! Puff!”
The Japanese officer's sword was waving wildly, and the Japanese soldiers in front of him suffered and became victims of the Japanese officer's madness.
In Feng E's eyes, the Japanese officer in front of him looked miserable, with blood and flesh all over his face. The key point was the deep knife scar on his left eye. It turned out that his eye was gone.
"This saber is great. It belongs to me! It's a bargain for you. It will save you some suffering!" Feng E muttered, then bent his waist and swung the bayonet.
“Puff, puff…”
The bayonet was inserted back and forth, and the Japanese's body was like a bucket, being stabbed by Feng E again and again, but what leaked out was not water, but sticky blood!
“Puff…”
There was no need to keep the bayonet in his right hand. He threw it at a charging Japanese soldier like a flying knife. Feng E picked up the bloody Japanese soldier's saber and continued to charge...
When a Japanese soldier saw Feng E holding a command knife, he was obviously stunned for a moment, but then he reacted and rushed forward with a howl. Feng E used the knife in his hand to swing away the Japanese soldier's rifle, stepped forward, and swept the bayonet across the Japanese soldier's neck.
"idiot!"
The exposed Japanese sabers seemed to become a magnet on the battlefield, attracting more and more Japanese soldiers to rush over. The brothers of the 67th Division who suffered heavy casualties in the ruins finally breathed a sigh of relief.
“Hoo, hoo, hoo…”
Feng E was breathing heavily and constantly waving his bayonet and saber, which greatly reduced his physical strength. Now not only were his arms sore, but most importantly, his waist could hardly stand up. Because he was used to exerting strength with his waist and abdomen, Feng E finally felt that he could not hold on. Faced with more and more Japs, he even suspected that the people of the 67th Division had retreated again.
“Go!”
At this time, a voice that moved Feng E was finally heard. Reinforcements had arrived. More than a hundred brothers rushed over with bayonets pointed. A large number of Japanese soldiers were killed. The key point was that the appearance of new reinforcements made the Japanese officers' faces change drastically.
"Baga! Retreat!"
The Japanese officers finally felt fear and shouted and ordered a retreat.
“Go!”
The newly arrived reinforcements chased after the devils, trying their best to kill the remaining soldiers...
“Hoo, hoo, hoo…”
Feng E did not continue chasing. He placed his saber on the ground, squatted down, and took deep breaths of the air mixed with blood and gunpowder.
"Brother, which unit are you from? They are very powerful!"
An officer came over, his clothes unbuttoned, his chest and abdomen covered in blood...
"It's okay, it's all the devil's blood!" Noticing Feng E's gaze, the officer said with a smile.
"From the 11th Division's Death Squadron!" Feng E answered.
"Oh! I see you came here alone. Have you fallen behind?" the officer asked doubtfully. In fact, he wanted to ask whether all the members of the Death Squadron were killed, but the officer held on to hope. He hoped that the brothers of the 11th Division could survive.
"No, the Death Squadron was at the back. I was a sniper. I ran into them when I was advancing, so I came over!" Feng E hesitated for a moment before answering.
"Would you like to join us? Our troops have suffered heavy casualties after this attack. There are less than thirty brothers left!"
The officer asked with a sad face,
"No, my position is 200 meters behind. Why don't you retreat to the back? The Japs will definitely retaliate with artillery fire!"
Feng E reminded,
"Forget it, go to your own position! Our 67th Division has no intention of abandoning Luodian this time, unless we die. And our company's mission is to hold on here until the regiment commander gives the order to retreat!"
The officer shook his head and rejected Feng E's suggestion.
The officer who greeted Feng E did not seem to be the commander of this company. Feng E shook his head, bent over, leaned on his saber, and slowly left the ruins covered with corpses. He was really exhausted.
"ah!"
Feng E returned to his own ruins and, ignoring the guilty looks of the guilty soldiers, lay down directly on the ruins.
"Brother Feng, would you like one?"
A brother crawled over and handed over a cigarette.
"This stuff relieves fatigue!"
Looking at Feng E's puzzled eyes, the brother explained.
"Yeah!" Feng E nodded. He was so tired that he didn't even want to stretch out his hands.
"Zilla!"
The brother smiled awkwardly, struck a match, lit it, and put it into Feng E's lips.
"call……"
When the first puff of smoke gushed out, Feng E felt a little dizzy and simply put his head on the ruins. Even through the helmet, he could not feel the impact on his head.
"call……"
After the second bite, Feng E felt that he could no longer tell the difference between north and south.
"call……"
The third puff, the fourth puff... until Feng E finished the whole cigarette and spat the cigarette butt on the ground. Feng E closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
"Fell asleep?"
"Yeah! Fell asleep!"
"Be on guard and call him when the Japanese come!" Chen Hua reminded the brother who lit a cigarette for Feng E, then slowly crawled back to his own shelter.
"Mi, I heard what we said!" Chen Hua shouted.
"I heard you. What do you want?" Big Min said in a bad tone.
At this time, the Japanese had just retreated, and the sound of gunfire in the distance could not affect their shouting through the air.
"Tell me, what do you think of Feng E?" Chen Hua loudly asked the question in the minds of all the remaining soldiers.
Along the way, they had seen Feng E's performance. He had risked his life time and time again and saved them countless times. This time, he even defeated more than 20 Japanese devils by himself. These criminal soldiers' views of Feng E had changed.
"He is not the kind of person who takes his brothers' lives lightly. He is a real brother!" The slightly heavy voice of the big man Min came.
"This time, he charged forward alone without forcing us to do anything. To be honest, I feel quite guilty! I have decided that from now on, I will sell my 100-plus kilograms to him. If he says go east, I will never go west. What do you think?" Chen Hua shouted loudly, as if he wanted to put an end to his 100-plus kilograms.
"Feng is a very considerate man. He even promised to cover the loss of his brothers. Just for this, I have chosen him. I will follow him. You wimps, do you still want to be entangled? Do you really have to lose your life here without knowing the reason?"
Big Min roared, alerting the only guilty soldiers in the ruins.
"Hey! We're convinced!"
"Feng E will be my superior from now on!"
"Listen to him!"
…
A variety of voices were heard, and these sinful soldiers lowered their heads in guilt.
Before the battle just now, these criminal soldiers actually held a mentality of not submitting to anyone, because they didn't even care about their own lives, and they really didn't care about anything. But just now, the brothers of the 67th Division taught them a lesson. These brothers, with the belief that they must die, still shouted to kill the enemy when the Japanese bayonets were about to hit their bodies. What were they asking for? Was it really the pension of dozens of dollars? Or was it the title of martyr that could not be felt after death?
