puff!

Wang Yu took action without any suspense. The bayonet stabbed the Japanese in the opposite direction and nailed them to the ground!

This Japanese man was also quite resolute and tough. He had no fear in his eyes, but was full of viciousness. He grabbed Wang Yu's rifle with one hand and held the paratrooper knife with the other, and slashed at Wang Yu's arm hard!

Faced with the Japanese's fierce fighting style, Wang Yu naturally did not panic at all. He let go of the rifle, grabbed the Japanese's arm holding the knife with one hand, and grabbed the Japanese's palm holding the knife with the other hand, aimed the tip of the knife at the Japanese's throat, and stabbed it hard.

The Japanese didn't expect Wang Yu to react so quickly, and a hint of panic flashed in his eyes. He let go of the rifle with his other hand and hurriedly grabbed the paratrooper sword that was stabbing back.

What shocked him was that although the eighth lord in front of him was thin, he was surprisingly powerful. No matter how hard he used his strength, the tip of the paratrooper's sword slowly approached his throat!

Looking at the cold eyes of the Eighth Route Army in front of him, the Japanese had an illusion that the former did not use all his strength to kill himself as soon as possible, but instead used this slow motion to tease himself.

However, he was powerless and could only watch the tip of the knife gradually approaching his throat!

“Ba…ga…!”

The Japanese gritted their teeth and spit out two words, and the blue veins on their heads thundered, making them red.

Wang Yu was unmoved and looked at the Japanese in the eyes coldly, without any emotion. He was like a ruthless killing machine, or like a living king of hell who judged the evil ghosts!

puff!

The tip of the knife gradually penetrated into the Japanese's throat, and blood gushed out along the sharp tip of the knife.

A few mouthfuls of blood came out of the Japanese's mouth, and their hands slowly lost their strength and slowly drooped.

puff!

The paratrooper sword in Wang Yu's hand penetrated the Japanese's throat, and then pierced the cervical spine, nailing it to the cold land!

At this time, a young soldier from the 772nd Regiment ran over with red eyes, saw the Japanese corpse lying on the ground, and kicked them hard.

Seeing that the Japanese did not respond, the little soldier picked up another big stone worth more than 30 kilograms and smashed it hard on the Japanese's head!

Paji!

The Japanese's head instantly turned flat, and red and white flowed all over the ground!

Wang Yu was shocked. He realized that the young soldier was only thirteen or fourteen years old, with red eyes and a wide gray military uniform covered with blood.

As if he noticed Wang Yu's strange gaze, the little soldier blinked his eyes a few times, not wanting tears to flow out, and explained:

"My whole class was killed by the Japanese bomb just now. The squad leader... The squad leader also... was killed by the bomb to protect me..."

Speaking of this, the little soldier finally couldn't help it and squatted on the ground, tears kept falling on the ground like broken beads.

Even though Wang Yu was used to seeing dead people, his eyes could not help but be slightly red at this moment. He took a deep breath and picked up the turtle box that the Japanese dropped on the ground, wiped the soil on it, and handed it to the little warrior half a body lower than himself, comforting him:

"Since your squad leader sacrificed his life to protect you, then the fight against the Japanese will be left to you!"

The little soldier wiped away the tears from his eyes, took the turtle box handed over by Wang Yu, raised his head, looked at the latter's firm face, and nodded affirmatively.

Looking at the thin little warrior, Wang Yu felt sad in his heart.

At the age of fourteen or five, in the 21st century, he was still in middle school and was still in the palm of his parents. He had never even had close contact with death.

But now, death is accompanied by everyone every day, like a shadow during the day, and hugging each other and falling asleep at night...

How much harm should the young soldier's young mind be caused to watch his comrades in front of him?

Wang Yu patted the little warrior's messy hair and resolutely said: "The general died in a hundred battles, and the hero returned for ten years. This is war!"

This sentence is for the little warrior, and also for himself.

"The general died in a hundred battles, and the hero returned for ten years..." the little soldier murmured.

On the other side, Zhang Dabiao caught up with a Japanese devil. Before the Japanese could land, the machine gun fire tongue in his hand was spitting through the Japanese devil's body.

When the Japanese landed, Zhang Dabiao stepped forward to check and found that the Japanese were dead and could not die any more.

On the other hand, dozens of soldiers from the 772nd Regiment caught up with a fleeing Japanese man and chopped it into meat paste with bayonets!

Under the cellar, the brigade commander heard that there was no movement on the ground, kicked Li Yun, who was squatting on the ground and scratching his head, and said:

"Li Yunlong, why is there no movement above?"

Li Yunlong raised his head and stood up his ears. After listening for a while, he asked himself: "Even the sound of the Japanese plane is gone. Could it be that the bombing has been completed?"

Then I thought, if the Japanese had finished bombing, Wang Yu and Zhang Dabiao should have opened the cellar entrance for him and let them come out.

Did they all...sincerely?

Li Yunlong's face changed drastically and he hurriedly crawled up.

But in the darkness, two steps were climbed up, and one of them fell down without stepping on it.

"Zhuzi, come and help me!"

Wang Chengzhu had already woken up at this moment. Hearing this, he hurried to the entrance of the cellar and held Li Yunlong upwards.

With Wang Chengzhu holding Li Yunlong underneath, Li Yunlong had a support point, and with a bang, he overturned the cover of the cellar entrance and the door panel!

Dust filled the air, and the mud sieve fell down. Li Yunlong waved his arms a few times, and after seeing the situation in front of him, his heart was getting colder.

I saw that there were rubble and ruins everywhere, and there were many corpses of soldiers lying on the ground!

In addition, there are more wounded soldiers. At this moment, the health workers are rescuing the wounded, and many soldiers from the 772nd Regiment are still looking for survivors in the ruins.

The smoke of gunpowder filled the eyes, the wounded wailed, and the eyes were filled with desolation...

Li Yunlong climbed into the cellar, and the scene in front of him made him dizzy and his steps staggered.

The Japanese bombers have disappeared, but Wang Yu and Zhang Dabiao have disappeared. I am afraid there is a lot of danger.

The brigade commander, Cheng Weizi, and Wang Chengzhu also crawled out of the cellar one after another. Looking at the ruins everywhere, they were as if they were in their throats for a moment.

"Captain!Captain!"

Suddenly, a familiar voice came into Li Yunlong's ears. Li Yunlong pulled away the crowd and saw Wang Xikui leaning against the falling half-wall, half-lying on the ground, hurriedly rushed forward, half-kneeled on the ground, looked at the latter's legs, and asked anxiously:

"Xizi, what's wrong with your legs?"

Wang Xikui's thighs were bandaged at this moment, and his face improved a lot, but it was still pale, showing a reluctant smile, and said:

"Captain, I'm fine, I'm just swept away by shrapnel from the shells!"
Chapter completed!