Chapter 878: Poor clown

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There were still some orderly retreat teams, so it was a mess, everyone pushed and even trampled on each other, trying to escape this land representing death. Those Chinese soldiers who were not opponents were now the enemies that everyone here could not defeat. At this moment, the Chinese Expeditionary Force is a disaster for these Japanese soldiers, and it is the of death to reap their lives.
"Old man! These Japanese melon seeds are spread like shrimps!" A Sichuan accented Chinese expeditionary army shot all the bullets in its barrel, while inserting a new magazine into the barrel, while facing its comrades in arms Shouted.
"Charge! Let the group of ghosts run wild! Lao Tzu wanted to give them such a cruel thing!" The company shouted loudly, all the Chinese soldiers put a bayonet on their muzzle, ready to My enemy has launched the final charge.
In the past, everybody felt helpless when they put a bayonet on their rifle. This often means that I have no more bullets, and I am forced to fight against the devil who rushed up. At that time, everyone was full of helplessness, and they were all annoyed that their national industrial capacity was not as good as people. How often will Chinese soldiers be able to hold their positions as long as there are dozens more bullets and as long as there are more grenades, and they will not raise their hands against these Japanese soldiers?
Now, this time, it's different. The soldiers of the Expeditionary Force still had bullets in their hands. Instead of being passively beaten on the position, everyone took the initiative to attack and stopped the group of devils. This time, everyone put the bayonet in the muzzle with full confidence, in order to let this group of ghost soldiers have a look. There are also young and old men who can fight on the ground of China. When they ca n’t eat meals or have bullets, Chinese soldiers are better. hit!
"Kill!" A Chinese soldier carried his rifle and rushed out of the ambush position. The sound of shouting was everywhere in his ears. There were various accents all over the country. In addition to the sound of shouting, then There are more, the roaring wind, and the cries of those comrades in the past.
"Lao Tzu fights with these melons!" There are many expeditionary troops with a Sichuan accent. These Sichuan troops fight quite bravely, and in the expeditionary army, they also make the commanders very relieved. Now that the war has reached this point, the Japanese army on the other side has apparently begun to decay. Everyone feels that there is no more need to restrain the troops that have killed the red eyes.
Think of the beasts committed by the Japanese army on the Chinese land, and think of those desolate hometowns with separated wives and children. How could these let go? Everyone's heart was filled with a bad breath. At this time, it burst out and turned into a courageous momentum, rushing to the once fierce and seemingly invincible enemy.
The Japanese ’s counterattack was simply not a climate. After several rounds of gunfire, the Chinese Expeditionary Force began to charge, and on the Japanese side, there were very few people who had bayonet the guns or continued to fight back. These former Japanese soldiers who succumbed to their mighty powers and ran away with strength. Without strength, they did not even bother to yell even to surrender, and sat numbly on the ground waiting to die.
Nakamura guarded Koizumi's men, and the two watched the Chinese army rush into the ranks of the Japanese army, as if two ancient phalanxes collided together, sending a collision. At this moment, the war changed from to barbaric, and became dire.
In the battle of white blades, the bayonet became popular, the Chinese army carried the bayonet like a wolf into the flock, and the sharp or unsharp bayonet punctured the naked body of the Japanese army, making a rattling sound. .
This scene in front of me reminded Nakamura of the scene when his troops had just entered Nanjing and they brought Koike and Jiwu together and drove their tanks on the streets of Nanjing. They arbitrarily shot the crowd with machine guns, sifting the unarmed Chinese prisoners who were bound together.
The feeling of dominating life and death, the feeling of overriding other lives, really intoxicated the three. They even watched the killing competitions of some officers with great interest, applauded and praised those officers for their sharp command knives, and lamented that the victory of the Japanese Imperial Army would continue indefinitely.
God knows how many Chinese soldiers and civilians he killed, 10 people? 20 people? In short, it ’s a lot, but he thinks it ’s not a violation of international conventions, or a denial of the Chinese military soldiers. The ghost knows whether they are real people or guerrilla saboteurs hidden among the civilians? So he killed all of them, and the security in those occupied areas is indeed much better, isn't he?
He looked at the Chinese soldiers in front of him, carrying a sharp bayonet, and cutting the blade into the soft chest of the Japanese army. The red blood spewed out from the blood slot of the bayonet. When he sprayed it in all directions, he felt his stomach. Not very comfortable, but there was nothing in his stomach worth vomiting.
The splattered blood was like flying Chinese everywhere when the Chinese civilians in the occupied area were hit by machine guns. The fear in Nakamura's heart also spread as the red liquid spread everywhere. He didn't want to die here. He wanted to go home to see his parents.
Koike followed Nakamura and was even more scared by the scene in front of him. He saw the Chinese army shouting various weird tones, as if it were a group of savages, and rushed in the middle of the Japanese army queue. These Chinese soldiers are still yellow-skinned as before, still wearing thick leggings and still wearing tattered clothes ... but they are now very tall and invincible.
If their own tank is still there, these Chinese soldiers want to get close to this place, they will have to kill dozens or even hundreds of soldiers? It really would be robbed by the fire, and even picked such a time when our big Japanese imperial army was most vulnerable, it was mean and shameless ... bastard!
He had no consciousness at all, did not expect China to be powerful for thousands of years before Japan became strong, and Japan only used China ’s short and dark one hundred years to achieve the overtaking. It was also mean and shameless to attack when China was most vulnerable. ... asshole.
The inferior root of humanity is most vividly displayed here in Koike. When he insulted his opponent, he never thought of himself. Anyway, his enemies were always mean and shameless and evil, and he was always a good and just person. If "good people" can be defined in this way, then there are really too many good people in the world, too much to be worthless.
Koike did not want to die, so he raised his hands to a Chinese expeditionary soldier who rushed over. The other party's age did not seem to be even as a teenager, but the young face was full of war years. Unique wind and frost. Koike looked at the other person with the weapon he was carrying, and felt that he could continue to live. He breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Nakamura with his hands up, even feeling a little lucky.
It is a pity that on the other end, a Chinese soldier has raised his rifle. This battle did not say how many captives, so the Chinese soldiers who have always had no affection for this group of beasts, at this moment also temporarily forgot Dismissing the gun does not kill this battlefield discipline. He snapped the trigger calmly, and a bullet flew out of his muzzle.
The bullet has no thoughts and feelings. When it hits the head of a person, it will break the bones and hit the chest of a good person. So when Koike felt that the people in the Chinese army were bastards, the bullet that flew did not let him go because he thought he was a good person, but flew directly into his head.
There is no huge kinetic energy because he feels that he should not be weakened by half. After the bullet is fully stirred, his eyes and some broken bones fell on the ground in the distance. Koike was like a lost one. The balanced sandbags were lying straight in the mud.
Nakamura watched Koike ’s head was shattered into pieces by bullets, and watched Koike ’s blood splash on his face and clothes. This inexplicable panic made him suddenly stand upright: when he slaughtered the captives, it was the same I killed my red eyes as usual, so I disregarded morality ...
"I'm going to surrender! Don't kill me! Don't kill me!" He suddenly put his hands down and pulled out the command knife inherited from his father from his waist. The command knife once experienced the Sino-Japanese War, representing that The glory of the Japanese army in the era.
It was only when the knife handle was squeezed that Nakamura recovered a little sense of security. At least he knew that he was not defenseless. At least he felt that this would not allow him to be slain like Koike.
While waving his command knife, he screamed loudly: "I have surrendered! Koiken has also surrendered! Why do you still shoot? Why not even let the captives pass? You are ..."
"Boo!" A Chinese officer holding a German-made Mauser pistol in his hand had no patience and such a rebel who wields a long knife and yelled at Japanese in a mess of words, he opened without thinking When the fire broke out, the bullet hit Nakamura's chest, and immediately made him close his noisy mouth.
"What the is the ghost calling? You won and you waved the command knife. I can't control it ... I lost it and I can still toss it." The officer continued walking forward with the man stepping on Koike's body. Seeing Nakamura vomiting blood and falling to the ground, he cursed.
Obviously, Nakamura could not understand the words of the Chinese military officer. He just felt that his soul was starting to burn and his power was passing away, and the Japanese army in front of him seemed to be no longer the invincible army of Japan. A group of clowns who are about to be mocked.