The soldiers of the new group did not show any weakness, their faces were full of fierceness, their eyes were wide open, and they looked like they were going to fight desperately.
Seeing this, the Kwantung Army devils were naturally more certain that the Eighth Route Army was about to charge forward and engage in hand-to-hand combat, and they did not hesitate to withdraw the bullets from their guns.
After all, the Eighth Route Army was famous for its poor equipment and lack of ammunition, and the Kwantung Army as far away as Manchukuo knew this.
Li Yunlong's game is that he never tires of deceit. The soldiers have already performed this set of tactics to the Japanese once in Cangyunling. Of course, they will be perfect if they try it again.
The soldiers in the front row holding broadswords and bayonets fiercely attacked the Japanese, and the Japanese had finished their bullets and stood in rows around the truck, preparing to fight.
When the two sides were more than 10 meters apart, the charging Eighth Route Army soldiers suddenly dispersed on both sides.
Seeing the actions of the Eighth Route Army, the Japanese were suddenly startled, and then they saw the black muzzles of submachine guns and light machine guns behind them.
Japs: "&#%@......"
The moment they saw the muzzle of the gun, the Japanese were stunned.
Call me fooled!
The quick-reacting Japanese scolded Baga while making synchronized reaction movements.
But the soldiers had already pulled the triggers of light machine guns and submachine guns without hesitation.
The bullets were faster than the enemy's reaction, and the sound of gunshots rang out like exploding beans at this moment.
The bullet hit the car with a clanking sound, and shot up a cloud of dirt and gravel on the road.
More bullets directly hit the devil's body, and the bullets tore through the body and made a pop-pop sound.
A dense rain of bullets shot into the Japanese's body, and blood mist continued to splash.
The Japanese fell down one after another in an instant, and many of them were beaten into bloody sieves in a matter of seconds!
Da da da da——
It seemed that only one sound could be heard in the air, the roar of a submachine gun.
The fierce and arrogant expressions on the faces of the Kwantung Army Japs had long since disappeared. The instinct to survive made the Japs look for bunkers to escape, and some even got under the car.
The commando soldiers holding submachine guns were afraid of hitting their comrades on the opposite side, so they held the muzzle of the gun lower.
One of the Japanese soldiers was shot in the legs and was bleeding profusely. He was rolling on the ground and wailing. In the next second, a dense rain of bullets was fired at him, and then he became completely silent.
The Japanese who were shot almost twitched as if they were electrocuted, and then fell to the ground like a tree stump.
The battle front was relatively long this time, but the firepower composed of 100 submachine guns and more than 20 light machine guns killed and wounded at least more than 250 Japanese.
Since the Japanese had withdrawn their bullets before hand-to-hand combat, there was no room for resistance.
In order to prevent the Japanese from detonating the gas bombs on the car when they were desperate, the commandos and machine gunners fired a bunch of bullets.
Soldiers armed with swords and bayonets rushed forward like a whirlwind and got involved with the Japanese.
In such a blink of an eye, the dozen or so Japanese who were lucky enough to survive were slightly slower in their movements and fell to the ground with large swords.
Hand-to-hand combat is about to break out!
Both sides were furious, and the clang of bayonets was everywhere.
As soon as the battle started, Li Yunlong entered a state of excitement. He threw the sniper rifle to Li Changshun, picked up the ghost head sword from behind and rushed forward.
After the submachine guns and light machine guns ceased firing, Li Yunlong moved only slightly slower than Zhang Dabiao and rushed into the crowd of Japanese.
There are not many Japs left, there are more wolves and less meat, there are quick hands and there are slow hands!
Li Yunlong's first opponent was a Japanese military sergeant. As soon as the two sides met, there was no unnecessary nonsense and he directly greeted the opponent's vital parts with his weapon.
The Japanese Army Cao's thrust was blocked by Li Yunlong with his machete. The force was so powerful that Li Yunlong took two steps back.
A nearby new group of soldiers was about to come over to help, but Li Yunlong shouted: "Get out of my way!"
The soldiers quickly retreated, looking for other prey.
The Japanese Army Cao stared at Li Yunlong with a pair of cold eyes, turning a blind eye to the fighting nearby.
Then Li Yunlong held the handle of the knife with both hands, and the blade of the knife drooped down to his leg, but the blade was pointed at himself, and the back of the knife was facing the Japanese Army Sergeant.
The Japanese sergeant didn't understand the secret of this posture to meet the enemy, and he didn't have the patience. He held the handle of the gun with his left hand and the gun body with his right hand. He let out a strange scream and stabbed Li Yunlong's chest with all his strength.
Li Yunlong looked stern, and he took the opportunity to raise the machete with both hands. The heavy back of the knife clicked to block the rifle in the hand of the Japanese sergeant.
The Japanese looked startled and secretly thought something was wrong, but it was too late to react.
When he parried the body of the Japs Sergeant's rifle, the blade was already in place. Following the arc drawn by the blade, the Japs Sergeant's head flew out and rolled to the ground.
Glancing at the Japs' bloody heads, Li Yunlong grinned slightly. The 29th Army's Eight-Breaking Sword was damn good. This move was really powerful!
Li Yunlong was about to find his next prey when he suddenly found that almost every Japanese was surrounded by several soldiers.
After finally seeing a lone Japs, he was about to rush forward with a machete, but suddenly a big man with a machete appeared like a whirlwind. After a sharp shout, he jumped up and chopped off the Japs head. It was Zhang Dabiao.
The military cap on his head had been thrown away by him during the charge.
The Japanese hurriedly raised his gun to block. Zhang Dabiao used all his strength with the sword. The Japanese's wooden gun body and his right arm were cut off with one strike.
Then another knife was swung horizontally, and the tip of the knife passed across the devil's neck, severing the devil's carotid artery with a pop, and blood spurted out from the neck. The devil fell to the ground and twitched a few times, then completely stopped moving.
Li Yunlong didn't pay much attention to the fact that his head was robbed, but when he saw the 38 rifle that was chopped into two pieces, he couldn't help but feel a little distressed.
He cursed angrily: "Da Biao, you are such a waste of money. You cut off such a good gun. Do you want to kill a person or kill a gun?"
While Zhang Dabiao was looking for the lone Japs, he replied: "I'm sorry, Captain, I will pay attention next time!"
The second battalion commander Zheng Yu was a master of stabbing. He heard that the Japanese Kwantung Army was very good in hand-to-hand combat. He had long wanted to fight against the Japanese Kwantung Army. This time he finally got the chance.
When Zheng Yu rushed into the battlefield, he used a bayonet to stab a Japanese soldier who was lying on the ground wailing and still alive.
Then he faced a Kwantung Army soldier.
"Xinei!" The devil's legs were slightly bent, he bowed his body and yelled, stepped forward and stabbed Zheng Yu with a powerful and heavy thrust.
"Kill!" Zheng Yu's eyes were sharp, a stern look flashed in his eyes, and he shouted loudly.
In a life-and-death fight, victory or defeat is often decided by a hair's breadth. The rifle in Zheng Yu's hand stopped the Japanese's thrust and at the same time, he immediately stabbed the Japanese's chest with a swift back thrust!
The Japanese felt his hands go numb, and a huge force was transmitted from the rifle to the tiger's mouth. The 38-gauge rifle in his hand almost fell off!
idiot! The Japanese had no time to react and cursed secretly. The bayonet in Zheng Yu's hand had already pierced the Japanese's chest.
Zheng Yu didn't rush to withdraw the bayonet that had penetrated the Japanese soldier's chest. He turned the rifle to the left and right with his hand, and the bayonet stirred in the Japanese soldier's chest. The Japanese soldier's face was twisted together in extreme pain.
Then he pulled out the bayonet with a swish, and the Japanese seemed to have been drained of all his strength. He fell to the ground uncontrollably, and blood trickled out from the wound, mouth and nose.
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