Chapter 877

Originally, there were some orderly retreating teams, which turned into a mess. They pushed and even stepped on each other, trying to escape from the land of death. Those Chinese soldiers who used to be no rivals are now the invincible enemies of all here. No, at this moment, the Chinese expeditionary army is a disaster for these Japanese soldiers and a god of death to reap their lives.

"I'm a fool! These Japanese melons are just like shrimps A Chinese expeditionary army with Sichuan accent, who had run out of bullets in his gun, yelled to his comrades in arms as he put a new clip into the gun.

"Charge! Call those devils usually rampant! I've long wanted to be cruel to them! " The company commander yelled to one side that all the Chinese soldiers had bayonets on their guns and were ready to launch a final charge against their enemies.

In the past, everyone was helpless to insert bayonets into their rifles. This often means that they have no bullets, and they are forced to fight against the coming devils. At that time, everyone's heart is full of helplessness and chagrin that their country's industrial production capacity is not as good as others. How often, as long as there are dozens more bullets and a few more grenades, Chinese soldiers will be able to hold their positions and not raise their hands to these Japanese soldiers?

Now, this time, it's different. The soldiers of the expeditionary army still had bullets in their hands. Instead of being beaten passively in the position, they took the initiative to stop the devils. This time, we put bayonets on the muzzle of guns with full confidence, so that the ghost soldiers can see that there are also old and young men who can fight in China. When they can't eat and have no bullets, Chinese soldiers can fight better!

"Kill A Chinese soldier rushed out of the ambush with his rifle. His ears were full of shouts of killing. There were all kinds of accents all over the country. In addition to the shouts of killing, there were more, including the roaring wind and the cries of those comrades in arms in the past.

"I'm going to fight with these guawazi!" There are a lot of expeditionary troops with Sichuan accent. These expeditionary troops are quite brave in fighting, and they are also very reassuring troops for commanders in the expeditionary army. Now that the war has come to this point, the Japanese army on the other side has obviously begun to rout. We feel that it is even more unnecessary to restrain the red eyed troops.

Think about the brutality committed by the Japanese army on the land of China, think about the despondent hometown and the scattered wives and children. How can these bastards let go? Everyone was choked with evil spirit. At this time, it burst out and turned into a brave momentum, rushing to the once fierce and seemingly invincible enemy.

After a few rounds of gunfire, the Chinese expeditionary army began to charge. On the Japanese side, there were few people who put bayonets on their guns or then fought back. These Japanese soldiers, who used to be swaggering in the past, ran away when they had the strength. Those who had no strength didn't even bother to shout a word of surrender, so they had to sit on the ground numbly and wait to die.

Nakamura is protecting his subordinate, Xiaochi. They watch the Chinese Army rush into the Japanese army. It's like the collision of two squares in ancient times. At this moment, the war changed from bloody to barbaric and became ferocious.

In the white-edged battle, the bayonet is red. The Chinese army carries the bayonet like a wolf into the sheep. The sharp or not sharp bayonet penetrates the exposed body of the Japanese army, making a click sound. That is the sound of steel touching the bone, which makes everyone's hair stand on end.

This scene reminds Nakamura of the scene when his troops just entered Nanjing, with two people, Xiaochi and Jiwu, driving tanks on the streets of Nanjing. They wantonly used machine guns to sweep the crowd, beating the unarmed and bound Chinese prisoners into a sieve.

The feeling of dominating life and death, the feeling of being superior to other lives, really intoxicated the three people. They even watched with great interest the killing competitions of some officers, applauded and praised the sharp command knives of those officers, and sighed that the victory of the Japanese Imperial Army would last forever.

God knows how many Chinese soldiers and civilians he killed, 10 people? 20? In a word, there are many. But he thinks that it's not a violation of international conventions or a loss of humanity. Those Chinese soldiers are ragged. Who knows if they are real people or guerrilla saboteurs hiding among the civilians? So he killed all of them, and the public security in those occupied areas has really improved, hasn't he?

He looked at the Chinese soldiers in front of him, carrying a sharp bayonet, cutting the blade into the soft chest of the Japanese army. The red blood gushed out from the bayonet's bleeding trough. When it was sprayed in all directions, he felt that his stomach was not very comfortable, but there was nothing in his stomach worth vomiting.

The splattered blood, just like the Chinese civilians in the occupied area were hit by machine guns, flew everywhere. Nakamura's fear spreads with the red liquid everywhere. He doesn't want to die here. He wants to go home to see his parents.

After Nakamura, Xiaochi was even more frightened by the scene. He saw the Chinese Army shouting all kinds of strange tones, like a group of savages, rushing in the middle of the Japanese army. These Chinese soldiers are as yellow and thin as before, still wearing thick leggings, still wearing ragged clothes... But now they look very tall and can't be defeated at all.

If their tanks are still there, these Chinese soldiers will die dozens or even hundreds of soldiers if they want to get close to here, right? It's really good at taking advantage of the fire to attack when our Japanese Imperial Army is most vulnerable. It's mean and shameless... Asshole! He didn't have the slightest consciousness. He didn't think that China had been strong for thousands of years before Japan was strong. However, Japan only used China's short and dark one hundred years to realize anti super, and attacked China at the most vulnerable time. It was also mean and shameless... Asshole. Human's bad nature is displayed incisively and vividly in Xiaochi. When he insulted his opponent, he did not think of himself at all. Anyway, the enemy was always despicable and evil, and he was always a good and just man. If "good people" can be defined in this way, there are too many good people in the world to be worth money. Xiaochi didn't want to die, so he raised his hands to a Chinese Expeditionary soldier who was coming. He looked young, even in his teens, but his tender face was full of the unique frost of the war years. Xiaochi watched the other side put down his weapon and felt as if he could continue to live. He breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Nakamura, who also held his hands high. Unfortunately, at the other end, a Chinese soldier had already raised his rifle. It didn't say how many prisoners he would take in this battle. Therefore, the Chinese soldier, who had never been fond of this group of animals, had forgotten the battlefield discipline of surrender and not kill for the moment. He pulled the trigger calmly, and a bullet flew out of his gun. Bullets have no thoughts and feelings. When they hit bad people in the head, they will break the bones. When they hit good people in the chest, they will never be soft. So when Xiaochi thought that all the people in the Chinese army were assholes, a bullet flew directly into his head instead of letting him go just because he thought he was a good man. The huge kinetic energy didn't weaken half a minute because he didn't think he should die. After the bullet was fully stirred, with his eyeballs and some broken bones, it fell on the ground in the distance. The pool was like a sandbag out of balance, lying upright in the mud. Nakamura watched as Xiaochi's head was smashed to pieces by bullets, and his blood splashed on his face and clothes. This inexplicable panic made his sweat stand up suddenly: when he slaughtered the prisoners, he also killed his eyes red, and he was also so reckless... "I want to surrender! Don't kill me! Don't kill me He suddenly put down his hands and took out the sword inherited from his father from his waist. The sword had experienced the Sino Japanese War of 1894 and represented the glory of the Japanese army at that time. Only when he clenched the handle of the knife did Nakamura regain a little sense of security. At least he knew that he was not unarmed. At least he felt that he would not be slaughtered like Xiaochi. He waved his command knife and screamed: "I have surrendered! Koike Junji has also surrendered! Why are you shooting? Why don't you let the prisoners go? You are... "Bang!" A Chinese officer with a German made Mauser pistol in his hand didn't have the patience to talk to such a rebel who was waving a long knife and shouting Japanese in a disorderly way. He opened fire without thinking about it. The bullet hit Nakamura's chest and immediately made him shut up“ What's the strength of the ghost? If you win, I can't control it. If you lose, you can still toss. " The officer continued to walk forward with the body of a man who had stepped on the pool, while looking at Nakamura, who had vomited blood and fell to the ground, scolded. Nakamura obviously didn't understand what the Chinese officers said. He just felt that his soul was beginning to burn and his power was passing away. It seemed that the Japanese army in front of him was no longer the invincible Japanese Imperial Army, but just a group of prisoners kneeling on the ground and a group of clowns about to be ridiculed.