Eight Hundred and Seventy-Eight Poor Clowns

The retreat team, which was somewhat orderly, became a mess. Everyone pushed and even stepped on each other, trying to escape from this land that represented death. Those Chinese soldiers who were not considered opponents on the opposite side have now become enemies that everyone here cannot defeat. No, at this moment, the Chinese Expeditionary Army is a disaster for these Japanese soldiers, and they are the gods of death who come to harvest their lives.

"Fuck me! These Japanese melon seeds are scattered like shrimp!" A Chinese expeditionary soldier with a Sichuan accent emptied the bullets in his gun chamber, and while stuffing new magazines into the gun chamber, he said to his comrades around him. shouted.

"Charge! Make those devils run rampant! I have long wanted to give them a hard time like this!" The company commander shouted loudly from the side, and all the Chinese soldiers put bayonets on their guns, ready to attack His enemies launched the final charge.

In the past, when you put a bayonet on your rifle, everyone felt helpless. This often means that I have no bullets again, and I am forced to fight hand-to-hand with the devils who rushed up. At that time, everyone is full of helplessness, and they are all annoyed that their country's industrial production capacity is not as good as human beings. How often, as long as there are dozens of bullets and a few more grenades, Chinese soldiers can hold their positions and not raise their hands against these Japanese soldiers?

Now, this time, it's different. The soldiers of the expeditionary army still had bullets in their hands. They were not passively beaten on the ground, but took the initiative to block the way of these devils. This time, everyone confidently put bayonets on the muzzles of their guns, in order to let these devil soldiers see that there are also young and old men who can fight in China, and when they have no food and no bullets, Chinese soldiers are more capable beat!

"Kill!" A Chinese soldier rushed out of the ambush position with his rifle in his hand. His ears were full of voices shouting for kill. There were all kinds of accents from all over the country. There are more, that is, the howling wind, and the cries of those comrades in the past.

"I will fight with these melons!" There are many expeditionary troops speaking Sichuan accents. These Sichuan troops are quite brave in combat, and they are also troops that make the commanders feel at ease among the expeditionary troops. Now that the war has reached this point, the Japanese army on the opposite side has obviously begun to be defeated. Everyone feels that it is even more unnecessary to restrain the troops who have already killed red-eyed troops.

Think about the brutality committed by the Japanese army on the land of China, think about those desolate hometowns and separated wives and children. How could these bastards let go? Everyone was filled with a breath of malice, which burst out at this time, turning into a courageous momentum, rushing towards the once fierce and seemingly invincible enemy.

The Japanese army's counterattack was not successful at all. After a few rounds of gunfire, the Chinese Expeditionary Force began to charge, but on the Japanese side, there were very few people who bayoneted their guns or continued to fight back. Those Japanese soldiers who used to show off their power in the past ran away if they had the strength, and those who had no strength didn't even bother to shout a word of surrender, so they had to sit numbly on the ground and wait for death.

Nakamura protects his subordinate Koike,

The two watched the Chinese army rush into the ranks of the Japanese army, as if two ancient phalanxes had collided with each other, sending out blood-splattered collisions. At this moment, the war changed from bloody to barbaric, and became hideous.

In hand-to-hand combat, the bayonets are red, and the Chinese army holds the bayonets like wolves into a flock of sheep. The sharp or blunt bayonets are pierced into the naked bodies of the Japanese soldiers, and the sound of cracking and cracking is the sound of steel hitting bones, which makes everyone terrified. .

The scene in front of him reminded Nakamura of the scene when his troops had just entered Nanjing, he brought Koike and Yoshitake, and they were driving tanks to show off their might on the streets of Nanjing. They wantonly shot the crowd with machine guns, and beat the unarmed Chinese prisoners who were tied together into a sieve.

The feeling of life and death, the feeling of being superior to other lives, really intoxicated the three of them. They even watched the killing contests of some officers with great interest, applauded and praised the sharp command knives of those officers, and lamented that the victory of the Imperial Japanese Army would continue endlessly.

God knows how many Chinese soldiers and civilians he killed, 10? 0 people? In short, a lot is enough, but he feels that it is not a violation of international conventions, nor is it inhumane. Those Chinese soldiers are dressed in rags. Who knows if they are real civilians, or guerrilla saboteurs hiding among the civilians? So he simply killed them all, and the law and order in those occupied areas has indeed improved a lot, hasn't it?

He looked at the Chinese soldiers in front of him, holding a sharp bayonet, and cutting the blade into the soft chest of the Japanese soldier. When the bright red blood gushed out from the bloodletting groove of the bayonet, and sprayed in all directions, he felt his stomach Not very well, but there was nothing in his stomach worth throwing up.

The blood splattered everywhere, just like when Chinese civilians in the occupied area were shot by machine guns. The fear in Nakamura's heart also spread as the red liquid spread everywhere. He didn't want to die here, he wanted to go home and see his parents.

Xiaochi followed Nakamura, and was even more panicked by the scene in front of him. He saw the Chinese army shouting various strange tones, as if they were a group of savages, rushing to kill in the middle of the Japanese army. These Chinese soldiers were still as yellow and thin as before, still wearing thick leggings, and still wearing tattered clothes... But now they looked extremely tall and could not be defeated at all.

If your tanks are still there, these Chinese soldiers will die dozens or even hundreds of soldiers if they want to get close to here, right? You really will take advantage of the fire to rob, and you actually picked such a time when our Imperial Japanese Army is most vulnerable to attack, despicable and shameless... bastard!

He didn't have the slightest awareness. He didn't think that China was strong for thousands of years before Japan was strong, and Japan just took advantage of China's short and dark one hundred years to achieve overtaking, and attacked China when it was most vulnerable. It is also despicable and shameless. ...Asshole.

The inferiority of human beings is vividly displayed here in Koike. When he insulted his opponent, he didn't think of himself at all. Anyway, the enemy is always despicable, shameless and evil, and he is always a righteous and good person. If "good people" can be defined in this way, then there are really too many good people in the world, so many that they are worthless.

Xiaochi didn't want to die, so he raised his hands towards a soldier of the Chinese Expeditionary Army who was rushing over. The opponent looked young, even only a teenager, but his immature face was full of war years Unique wind and frost. Xiaochi watched the opponent put down the weapon he was holding, and felt that he could continue to live. He heaved a sigh of relief, looking at Nakamura who also held his hands high, he even felt a little grateful.

It's a pity that at the other end, a Chinese soldier has already raised his rifle. It didn't say how many prisoners will be taken in this battle, so the Chinese soldier who has always had a bad impression of these beasts has temporarily forgotten at this moment. Hand in your gun and don't kill is the battlefield discipline. He calmly pulled the trigger, and a bullet flew out of his gun.

A bullet has no thoughts or feelings. When it hits a bad person's head, it shatters a bone, and it never relents when it hits a good person's chest. So just when Xiaochi felt that the people in the Chinese army were bastards, the bullet that flew towards him did not let him go because he thought he was a good person, but flew directly into his head.

The huge kinetic energy was not weakened by half because he felt that he should not die. After the bullet was fully stirred, it brought his eyeball and some broken bones and fell on the ground in the distance. Xiaochi was like a lost bird. The balanced sandbag lay upright in the muddy water.

Nakamura watched Koike's head being smashed into pieces by bullets, and saw Koike's blood splashing on his face and clothes, this inexplicable panic made his hair stand on end: when he massacred the captives, it was the same. His eyes are red like blood, and he is so disregarding morality...

"I want to surrender! Don't kill me! Don't kill me!" He suddenly lowered his hands, and pulled out the command saber inherited from his father from his waist. The command saber had experienced the Sino-Japanese War and represented that The glory of the Japanese army of the era.

Only when he gripped the handle of the knife tightly did Nakamura regain a little sense of security, at least he knew that he was not unarmed, at least he felt that doing so would not allow him to be slaughtered like Koike.

While waving his command knife, he screamed loudly: "I have already surrendered! Mr. Koike has also surrendered! Why do you still shoot? Why don't you even let the prisoners go? You are..."

"Bah!" A Chinese officer holding a German-made Mauser pistol in his hand was impatient to say something to the rebel who was wielding a long knife and yelling in Japanese. He started without thinking. When it was fired, the bullet hit Nakamura's chest, and he immediately shut his noisy mouth.

"Why are you screaming? If you win, you wave your command knife and scream like hell. I don't care... If you lose, you can still be so fidgety." Looking at Nakamura who vomited blood and fell to the ground, he cursed.

Nakamura obviously couldn't understand the words of the Chinese officer, he just felt that his soul was starting to burn and his power was passing away, and the Japanese army in front of him seemed to be no longer the invincible Japanese imperial army, but just a group of people kneeling on the ground The captives are about to be taunted by a gang of clowns.