Highland No. 1, smoke filled the gunpowder, and the Japanese launched a charge like wolves and tigers.

The squad leader who was responsible for the breaking of the rear was wiping the big knife in his hand.

He is also a member of the Big Sword Team. Although he has not been practicing swords with instructor Li Zhenshan for a long time, he is one of the best people to practice.

Next to him was a veteran, nearly fifty years old, with a gray beard, smoking his cigarette puff.

And every time he took a sip, a thin wisp of blue smoke would come out along the wound on his chest.

Cough cough! Cough cough!

The veteran's lungs were pierced, and he coughed violently, coughing up a lot of blood.

The wounded soldier half-lying on the side advised: "Have your lungs been penetrated, and you are still smoking?"

The veteran murmured: "It's the last mouthful."

The half-lying wounded soldier murmured: "Yes, it's the last one."

He slowly closed his eyes, his thoughts had floated back to home, and his wife at home was waiting for him.

His wife was just right, she was a carefree and kind girl.

The recruit on the side was shot in the butt, wiping his tears in pain.

A veteran was shot three times, almost half of his head was blown away, but he was talking about a joke with a cigarette in his mouth.

In fact, he was very weak and even fell into a coma due to excessive blood loss.

But looking at the crying little brother, he took out his most tenacious life force to comfort him with immortality.

His lips were already white and his eyes began to blur.

But he was still joking, just as the wound on his body did not exist.

The recruit Danzi was amused and took out his leggings to bandage the seriously injured veteran.

The veteran said, "Don't let it go, I can't live."

The recruit smiled and said, "It's a while to live."

And he put a grenade on the veteran. He had already noticed that the veteran could not see it and put the pull-up ring of the grenade on the veteran's hand.

The veteran wanted to touch the little brother's head, but unfortunately, his hand had no strength to lift it.

"Strike!"

At this moment, a sudden roar broke the tranquility of this moment.

The Japanese had already rushed up, and the Japanese officer let out a heart-wrenching howl.

"Brothers, prepare to follow me!"

The squad leader stopped wiping the knife and stood up.

The Japanese are approaching, and the guns have already lost their function at this time.

Because at the moment you shoot, the enemy is most likely to have taken off your head.

What's more, compared to shooting skills, the guerrillas were not as good as the Japanese. Compared with the number of people, they only had six of them, and five were wounded soldiers, including one seriously injured, and they could not move at all.

But they had to compete with the Japanese in courage and sting.

So, under the roar of the squad leader.

The smoker threw away the pipe and opened his eyes with memories. The veteran who told the joke smiled, while the new recruit who was crying because of the pain raised his spear.

They rushed out, trying to use their flesh and blood to block the Japanese, and win the hope of living for their leaving comrades.

"kill!"

The squad leader jumped up and flew out of the trench, like a tiger coming out of the mountain.

His sword, with unrivaled courage and decisive momentum, rushed directly to the oncoming Japanese.

The Japanese rushed up with a bayonet and grinned. He had absolute confidence in his thorn-fighting skills.

In terms of thorn fighting, at least he is the best in their squad.

He felt that he would win, so he smiled grimly.

But what he never expected was that his enemies were more brave than him.

The squad leader turned sideways and cleverly avoided his bayonet. At the same time, he swung the big knife in his hand and cut it horizontally. In the blink of an eye, he reached his neck.

"ah?"

The Japanese screamed in horror, but it was too late. The squad leader's big sword was like a cold light, and instantly took off the Japanese head. The head flew out three meters high, and blood splattered everywhere.

The Japanese's body fell down like a broken wooden stake.

The Japanese around were startled by the sudden change, but they quickly reacted and raised their bayonets to rush towards the squad leader.

However, the squad leader was not afraid at all. He waved his big knife and slashed left and right. Every time he swung his knife, the Japanese fell down.

After a while, several Japanese soldiers had fallen by the squad leader. His big sword had already been dyed blood red by the Japanese blood.

When other guerrillas saw this scene, they were excited and rushed towards the Japanese with various weapons in hand.

However, they do not have the sword skills like the squad leader.

The injured little soldier rushed towards the Japanese with a gun, but was taken first by the Japanese and stabbed into the young soldier's abdomen with one shot.

The young soldier gritted his teeth and endured the violent abdomen. He also stabbed his bayonet into the Japanese with his backhand.

The Japanese were numerous, but when they saw that their companions were injured, they rushed to rescue them. The two Japanese stabbed bayonets from behind the young soldiers.

"ah!"

The little soldier screamed, which immediately attracted the attention of the veteran in his fifties.

Although he was entangled by two Japanese, he still wanted to save the little warrior, even if there were two shocking wounds on his body, he would not hesitate to do so.

When the little soldier saw this scene, he shouted anxiously: "Don't come over!"

As he said that, the little soldier had already pulled the grenade that had been wrapped around him.

He was ready for sacrifice, although he was so afraid of pain and was still so small.

But he knew that if he didn't kill all the Japanese soldiers raised by the bitch in front of him, he wouldn't have a good life.

He once had a warm home, he had a mother who loved him, a father who would rather break than bend, an understanding sister, and a pretty and lovely sister.

But the Japanese came, and all this was gone.

He still remembers the appearance of the Japanese breaking into his house and committing crimes.

They killed everyone they saw and robbed things when they saw them. And his sister and sister were both ruined by the Japanese.

But he was working in the cellar and escaped by luck.

He still remembers the scene where his mother did not let him come out, closed the cellar and pressed his body on it.

He watched his mother stab her in the back through the gap of the wooden board, but she pressed her to the cellar mouth and told him not to speak out.

My mother's blood dripped along the gaps of the wooden board on his face.

That is the temperature of my mother!

So he, who was naturally timid, joined the guerrillas, and he, who was naturally afraid of pain, detonated the grenades on his body.

The violent explosion and the little warrior's deep resentment took away three vicious Japanese devils.

The moment he was about to explode, he smiled.

And at this moment, the others laughed.

They also prepared surprises for the Japanese.

The moment they rushed out, they never thought they could go back alive.

They all ignited the grenades on their bodies and rushed towards the Japanese.

Boom! Boom!

Explosions are like the brightest bloom in life.
Chapter completed!