The battlefield is very chaotic.

No one knows everything.

Even if there is a radar map.

There are red dots all around. They're all weapons. They're all deadly.

Zhang Yong was completely unable to tell whether the Japanese invaders were targeting him. Everything depended on God's arrangement.

He might die the next moment.

Fortunately, after a lot of fussing, he no longer had any marks of a superior on his body.

Like everyone else, they are all mud monkeys. They cannot be seen as human beings.

On the contrary, the uniforms of the Japanese invaders were much cleaner. They had a round-robin system.

A regiment attacks in the front for a few days, then withdraws to rest and recruit new troops, and then resumes the attack.

"Ta-ta-ta..."

"Ta-ta-ta..."

Keep your head down and fire.

Pick up all the Japanese invaders you see.

After firing the bullets, change the magazine. Then continue firing.

And so on.

No dodge at all.

As long as you don't get hit, keep firing.

The only tactical move is to hug the waist.

"Ta-ta-ta..."

"Ta-ta-ta..."

Fire towards the ground.

There is a hidden Japanese invader over there.

Lie on the ground and pretend to be dead. Try to attack him at close range.

result……

He was shot randomly and died on the spot.

Mudd!

Let you pretend to be dead!

What a second-hand product!

Do you think pretending to be dead on the battlefield is useful?

Suddenly, a black spot fell five meters away in front of Zhang Yong.

It's the melon grenade used by the Japanese invaders.

I don't feel anything. If it explodes, it will explode. If it dies, it will die.

A figure rushed out from the side, jumped up, and pressed the melon grenade under him.

"puff!"

The melon grenade exploded.

In the mud, the sound was very dull.

The figure that jumped up was bounced up, then fell down again. Then there was no sound.

Is it one of his subordinates? Unable to identify.

It's also possible that they are from the 98th Division. The teams have been mixed together.

"Ta-ta-ta..."

"Ta-ta-ta..."

Keep firing.

There is no time to be sad.

Unless you don't want to live anymore.

That soldier used his life to protect you, not to make you sad. He wanted you to lead your troops and kill more Japanese invaders.

You have proven with your actions that you are a leader worthy of their protection even at the cost of their lives.

They will die in your place without hesitation.

And what you have to do is kill, kill, kill! Lead the others and kill them all the way! Until they fall!

"Da da da..."

"Da da da..."

The gunshots nearby were very intensive.

The Japanese invaders' Type 38 rifles have been completely suppressed.

In close-range melees, bolt-action rifles are certainly no match for submachine guns.

Snap hook!

Snap hook!

However, there were also sporadic gunshots.

Every time a gunshot rang out, it meant that a Nationalist soldier might have fallen on his side.

"boom!"

"boom!"

There were constant explosions.

Can't tell if it's a grenade or a hand grenade.

It may also be a grenade used by the Japanese invaders. This little thing is actually very deadly. It is accurate and ruthless.

However, Zhang Yong didn't care.

As long as it doesn't blow up yourself, keep killing.

If it explodes...

If you die, it will be over.

If you are not dead, then keep killing!

As long as you still have a gun in your hand!

As long as there are bullets in the gun!

Then kill, kill, kill!

"Baga!"

"Onboard!"

"Onboard!"

The Japanese invaders also went crazy.

Their team was cut into by the Chinese and caught off guard.

In a short period of time, it was too late to adjust the deployment. All we could do was instinctively compress to the middle, trying to eliminate the enemy or squeeze it out.

However, there was no success.

The distance between the Chinese and them was too close. The two sides were fighting close to each other. They were almost knocked down before they had time to shoot.

The Type 38 rifle could only fire one shot at most, and it would already be riddled with bullet holes from the opponent's submachine gun.

"Onboard!"

"Onboard!"

In a rage, some Japanese invaders rushed forward with bayonets in hand.

Extremely fanatical.

Extremely tough.

But the national army was often defeated.

It's not that I don't have courage. It's that I don't have enough firepower to resist.

In hand-to-hand combat, the Chinese army was no match for the Japanese invaders most of the time. When encountering onboard charges, they often collapsed at the first touch.
To be continued...