Chih!

A stray bullet flew past the Dragon Boat Festival's shoulders, leaving a scorching scar.

But Dragon Boat Festival has no time to feel the pain, but instead hesitates to shoot all the bullets of the machine gun in his hand and also stop the Japanese cavalry.

At the same time, Ma Ping'an and other guerrillas were also risking their lives to shoot and launching fierce exchanges of fire with the enemy.

Bullets shuttled around them, and people were shot and fell from time to time.

But the Japanese were not much better. They were numerous, so the guerrillas almost shot one by one.

The Japanese suffered heavy casualties, but more than ten guerrillas led by Dragon Boat Festival also sacrificed their lives, including Dragon Boat Festival and Ma Ping'an. Most of the remaining survivors were injured.

Fortunately, they were very close to the woods and retreated safely into the woods.

The Japanese pursued them relentlessly, but they fell into the scoundrel in the forest.

One by one, the Japanese were thrown under the horse and in a mess.

At this time, Dragon Boat Festival shouted: "Beat!"

The guerrillas who were ambushing in the woods in advance opened fire in an instant, and endless bullets rushed to the Japanese cavalry who were still charging and unable to stop the car.

Bang! Bang!

Twist!......

The dense bullets were like Thor's roar, and each sound was accompanied by the wail of the devils and the wail of the horses.

The devils who were tripped by horseshot fell down one after another like dominoes. Before they could stand up again, they had already become dead souls under the guns of guerrillas.

The Japanese were seriously injured and they had no time to fight back. This turned out to be a one-sided massacre.

The air was filled with heavy blood and smell of gunpowder, and each gunshot was like a music played for victory.

"Stay on the spot!"

A Japanese officer also planned to resist stubbornly and rely on the war horses and colleagues' bodies to hold on the spot. After all, behind them is the mechanized corps.

But in the next second, with a bang, there was an extra gun hole in his head and he died instantly.

This shot was exactly the Dragon Boat Festival. He held a machine gun in the Dragon Boat Festival and scored 150 meters apart. He shot the gunner in the head.

The successive fall of these Japanese devils made the remaining Japanese even more panicked. They fled in scattered areas but had nowhere to escape.

Dragon Boat Festival, Ma Ping'an, Long Qianyan, Ma Shanpao and others took the opportunity to open fire with all their might, and even walked out of the bunker.

At this moment, their eyes were all enemies, and they had already put their life and death aside.

Even if it is Dragon Boat Festival and others, it is the same.

Of course this is not advisable, but there is no way, because they don’t have time. If they cannot end the battle before the daily mechanized corps arrive, they will suffer greater casualties.

So the double-show shot wildly within a distance of less than fifty meters, and a small number of soldiers even had hand-to-hand combat with the Japanese.

The horn of the battle suddenly rang out, no longer just a simple shout, but a roar of despair and anger.

The guerrillas rushed from the front into the panicked Japanese crowd. The big swords, spears, and even sharp bayonets in their hands shone with dazzling cold light under the noon sun.

The Japanese were already in extreme chaos at this time, and a Japanese soldier barely gathered more than a dozen Japanese soldiers to meet them.

More than a dozen Japanese devils looked sad, as if they were about to walk. Because they knew very well that they would die if they rushed up.

But at this time, they were no longer given a chance to think too much. They were dead if they rushed up, and they were dead if they didn’t.

The Japanese have been forced into a desperate situation and can only fight to the death.

They let out a terrifying and sharp roar, and straightened their backs desperately.

But their trembling hands and unwieldy legs have betrayed them.

They are fearing, they are timid.

The Japanese are not invincible, and the Bushido spirit becomes meaningless in the face of death.

The Japanese officer was still howling desperately, as if he was using the howling to cheer up his morale.

But unfortunately, everything was just a flash in the pan.

As the distance between the two sides quickly approaches, the air is so depressing that it is suffocating.

The Japanese even felt the blue veins bulging and sweating like rain. Because the closer the two sides, the more they could feel the strong murderous intent of the guerrillas.

That is hatred from the bottom of your heart, hatred that never ends.

The Japanese were completely weak at this time and barely rushed forward and resisted for two rounds. Then each Japanese were beaten by three or four guerrillas.

The Japanese held a spear and bayonet to resist, trying to find a way out for themselves, but unfortunately, they could not beat four hands with both fists, and they killed the master.

Under the beating of guerrillas, the Japanese were stabbed by bayonets and bleeding.

Some Japanese went to see their great god Amaterasu very soon, but some Japanese were tenacious in their lives and could only quietly watch the blood flowing in their bodies and die.

Of course, this battle is far from over, and this is just the tip of the iceberg of the entire battle.

The other guerrillas also intersected with the Japanese in their hands and blades at this time.

The moment the hand and blades meet is the battle between life and death, and the collision of courage and will.

The blade slashed on the helmet, making a harsh metal clash; the bayonet pierced the flesh, accompanied by the enemy's painful wail and the splatter of blood.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, almost suffocating.

The Japanese roared and fought back in the fear of death because they knew very well that if they did not fight back at this time, there would be no chance again.

Under their desperate counterattack, wounds continued to appear on the guerrillas.

The bright red blood flowed out along the wound, but they seemed to be unable to feel the pain, and they were only waving their weapons in their hands to kill the Japanese, as if they wanted to vent all their anger and hatred on these invaders.

Although the Japanese were good at fighting for sting, they had no power to fight back under the siege of guerrillas. The entire battlefield seemed to have become a huge Japanese slaughterhouse, full of the aura of death and despair.

As time went by, the Japanese's resistance became weaker and weaker, and finally they finally formed a trend of fleeing.

The guerrillas were chasing, but at this moment, the Dragon Boat Festival shouted loudly: "Don't chase, retreat immediately. Retreat quickly!"

All the guerrillas were stunned because the enemy fled was the time for them to get a bargain, so why should they retreat?

But at this moment, the sound of rumbling artillery fire in the distance came, like muffled thunder.

At this time, all the guerrillas reacted. The Japanese's mechanized corps arrived, and several chariots had already fired at them.

They hurriedly retreated, just like the tide of ebb.

The tide comes and goes as quickly as it goes.

And those escaping Japanese soldiers were like they encountered a general amnesty and ran faster than rabbits.

They have been human beings for two lives and vowed to never enter the forest behind them again.
Chapter completed!