Section 221

Shandong man Zhang Meng had some strength left, and he shouted with a machete and chopped back and forth with three or four Japanese. At this moment, no one could have time to load his gun. As long as he had a little bit of trouble, he would lose his life.

Among the three hoes in Daniu Village, only one remaining, named Mencius and the puppet army reform soldier Meng Zisu, who was back to back, held a rifle with a curled bayonet, and was surrounded by seven or eight Japanese. The situation looked bad.

At the bottom of the slope, Deng Feng, who was usually serious, and a tall Japanese soldier were panting like a bellows, staring at each other coldly, waiting for an opportunity to launch a fatal blow. It seemed that Deng Feng was almost at the point where he was exhausted.

Fan Guowen on the charge position almost knocked Maxim's barrel red. His firepower had extended to the Japanese position, blocking the gathering and rushing towards the Japanese army as much as possible, and had to transfer it under the enemy's artillery fire.

He suddenly threw down a Japanese man, and the fighting sting penetrated the broken heart, causing a shocking howl. Li Wei's expression was a little out of control and licked the blood on the corner of his mouth. He could no longer control the muscles on his face. God knew how terrible his expression was now. He was almost a bloodthirsty demon crawling out of hell.

The true energy of the God Refining Art has long been consumed by consecutive battles and is unable to reply. At present, Li Wei can only rely on his will and body to persevere hard.

When he continued to rush towards another Japanese soldier, an infantry shell with a strange roar exploded twenty meters away from Li Wei, and then he swallowed up an Eighth Route Army soldier and a Japanese soldier in the battle.

Li Wei, who had already struggled to support himself, was suddenly knocked down by the shock wave, and his hand was loosened. His only weapon, fighting spike, was thrown away more than two meters. This short distance of more than two meters was simply the distance between heaven and hell.

Before Li Wei could struggle to get up from the ground, two nearby Japanese soldiers quickly reacted and howled and threw Li Wei to the ground. It was really a turn of feng shui.

Two Japanese soldiers were in front and the other was behind, suppressing Li Wei tightly. The Japanese soldiers nearby here had already paid attention to Li Wei. This guy had killed dozens of Japanese soldiers since the beginning of hand-to-hand combat, and even killed four of them with his own hands. At this moment, Li Wei was forced to exhaust himself by the human sea tactics. Naturally, these two Japanese soldiers would not miss this opportunity. There was no master in the battlefield of life and death. As long as you take the opportunity to seize a fatal blow, even the weak can kill the martial arts master.

Hehehe, amid the grim laughter of the Japanese soldiers, the short and strong Japanese soldiers who pressed Li Wei's upper body punched Li Wei with all their strength and made Li Wei's eyebrows crack and blood flow. Li Wei struggled desperately, trying to reach out and grab the military spear that fell not far away, but was suppressed by the two Japanese. The fighting spear was still two meters away from him, and it was impossible to reach. The true energy on his body had long been exhausted and he had no strength to break free from the enemy pressing on him.

As if he was hit by a train, the Japanese devils' fist made Li Wei dizzy, his mind gradually blurred, and his hand that reached for the military sect hung down weakly.

Everything in the past passed before Li Wei's eyes like a movie, and a sense of powerlessness surged out from inside his body, flooding his whole body.

"Am I going to die?" The voice from the outside world seemed to be lowered. Li Wei felt that he seemed to have left his body, no longer felt pain, no longer felt physical and mental fatigue, no longer felt hatred, as if he was about to leave this world, as if everything was freed, constantly sinking, sinking, and returning to the embrace of Mother Earth.

His heavy eyelids slowly closed weakly. From the corner of his eyes, Li Wei vaguely saw a Japanese officer, struggling to walk towards him, raised his samurai sword, aimed at his head, raised it, and raised it.

"Xiuying, I'm here to accompany you, wait for me!" Li Wei no longer had any chance of life or death, but was distracted and muttering something.

Not far away, a thunderous shout suddenly sounded: "Damn Japanese devils, I'm fighting with you!"

Boom! ~

The explosion of the grenade instantly overwhelmed the tragic shout, and four Japanese devil soldiers fell down.

Li Wei's heart suddenly contracted and expanded again. Even the Japanese devils pressing against him felt a shock on Li Wei's body.

"Damn Japanese devils, I'm fighting with you!" This shout was so loud that it was like it was blowing up in Li Wei's ear.

"Baga!" Li Wei's eyes opened slightly, and a Japanese word appeared unconsciously.

"Why are you tired of?" The Japanese who was pressing on Li Wei was stunned. The eighth-way leader spoke Japanese. Even the Japanese officer holding a samurai sword and slashing at Li Wei's head couldn't help but hesitate on his hands.

Li Wei felt like he was about to burn, "Damn Japanese devils, I'm fighting with you!" This sentence seemed to gradually occupy his own head, and kept ringing in his mind, constantly echoing.

Li Wei's eyes widened a little longer, subconsciously staring at the fighting sting two meters away, the heroes no longer had a fighting sting. In his subconscious, he strongly longed for a weapon in his hand, a weapon that could kill the enemy.

And there is one in front of you.

"Fighting Thorn!"

The fighting spike that was inserted obliquely on the ground not far away seemed to respond to Li Wei's thoughts, as if it had moved.

Li Wei suddenly opened his eyes wide, and his eyes filled with tired bloodshot emitted unprecedented splendor.

The pungent smoke in the wind, the disgusting smell of blood on the Japanese soldiers, the bullets that cut through the air, the gradual stop of the heart of the soldiers who were dying, and the coldness and toughness on the triangular edge of the two and a half feet long fighting spikes. Yes, the coldness and toughness, as if it was as real as it once held in his hands.

Li Wei, who was conditioned reflexively, tightened his palm and raised his right hand back suddenly.

With a loud bang, the samurai sword knocked out a few sparks one centimeter of Li Wei's neck. It was originally going to be cut off with one knife, but it was firmly held by a fighting sting.

The Japanese officer looked at the fighting stab that appeared in Li Wei's hand in shock.

Li Wei tried his best to restore his mind, and his strength seemed to have been restored a lot. He suddenly drove the Japanese officer and the knife holder several steps, and fell to the ground with a fall.

His right hand quickly turned back and stabbed hard into the heart of the Japanese soldier pressing against his upper body, pulled it out, and poked it again, until the Japanese soldier suddenly let out a scream with only the first half left and fell to the side.

As if he had regained his energy, Li Wei kicked away the Japanese soldier who pressed his hind legs and rushed forward to the fighting spike and stabbed him into his heart.

Strolling back, Li Wei looked at the Japanese officer who was so scared that he sat on the ground. He looked at the scared Japanese officer, with a hint of contempt in his eyes, and walked forward step by step.

"No, don't come here, devil, ah!" The Japanese officer was so scared that he was so scared that he howled in Japanese nonsense.

The bayonet lit up again, mercilessly, raised, fell, raised, fell, raised, fell, fell, blood was splattering, and the Japanese were crying.

"Baga, Baga, your mother's dick!" Li Wei looked like a crazy tiger, "Fuck you, Baga, Baga, Baga, Baga, Baga, your mother's ancestor."

A big hand with several deep blood marks held Li Wei's right hand holding the fighting sting. He made a few efforts, but he didn't move. The Japanese officer in front of him was already bloody and invisible.

Li Wei suddenly tried his best to break away with anger, and the fighting stabbed the person holding his hand with his backhand. The person who stopped him at this moment was his enemy.

Just as the fighting sting was stabbing the opponent, "Okay, it's over, the battle is over, the team is over." The familiar voice of the squad leader Lei Long sounded behind Li Wei.

Li Wei's hand stopped in the air. He turned his head and looked behind him blankly. The squad leader and Deng Feng were standing there, with casualties lying around him. Zhang Dabangchui fell to the ground weakly and gasped heavily. He closed his eyes tightly, covering his stomach, and his chest was rising and falling rapidly. The comrades nearby also fell to the ground weakly.

A reinforcement from his own side suddenly came out when the third regiment position was in danger, catching the Japanese army in the attacking place off guard and retreated again.

Looking around, there were only scattered gunshots and explosions. The bodies of Japanese devils and the bodies of martyrs from Eighth Route Army soldiers. Only a few survivors were trying hard to support each other, or holding guns alone, gathering towards Li Wei.

It seems that the Third Regiment had never encountered such a fierce battle. The incredibility in Li Wei's eyes was expanding. The unchangeable fact was that the third Regiment of the Old Red Army was crippled.

However, such casualties were not in vain. For several days, the Third Independent Regiment faced several times its Japanese reinforcements, and repelled the enemy's multiple charges without retreating, consuming a large amount of enemy troops, and gaining enough time to annihilate the 3rd and 4th Brigades of the Japanese Army. The 129th Division of the Eighth Route Army, which turned around, had begun to launch an offensive charge against the 222nd Regiment of the Japanese Army. The Japanese reinforcements were no longer able to support Huang Yadong's 222nd Regiment. Under the command of Commander-in-Chief Zhu and Deputy Commander Peng of the Eighth Route Army, the situation was as expected before the war. Okamura's plan to destroy the Huang Yadong Arsenal and eliminate the Eighth Route Army's live power before the beginning of winter was irreversibly destroyed.

A kind of powerless loneliness and sadness enveloped Li Wei's heart. He relaxed his hands and fell to the ground. He inserted it into the land that had been plowed by artillery fire several times. He seemed to let go of everything. He did not flick his tears easily, but he had not reached the sad place, hugged the shoulder of the squad leader Lei Long and howled loudly.

Although the Japanese army I faced in the past few days is no longer the Japanese devils of the Pingxingguan Battle two years ago, this group of more than a thousand soldiers from the Third Independent Regiment of the 115th Division of the Eighth Route Army who had participated in the Long March of the Red Army, participated in the Pingxingguan Battle, and the Hundred Regiments Battle. Nearly one-third of the soldiers were buried on the battlefield forever, and more than half of the second battalion where Li Wei was located suffered casualties.
Chapter completed!