Chapter 544

The sudden attack made the Japanese and puppet troops covered their heads with shouts, metal collisions, and howls intertwined. Strings of bright red plums were sprinkled on the pure and flawless snow, embellishing a strange color.

"Kill!" Li Wei took the lead in rushing into the enemy group without any scruples and swept wildly with a light machine gun. Within dozens of meters nearby, his comrades around him would not dare to approach him even if they were red in their eyes.

Fighting bayonets?! This kid has been fighting bayonets without any rules after he came out of the recruit camp.

The cold weather made the puppet troops who were usually raised by Erniang had no fighting spirit when facing the joint teams of several district teams. Several small team leaders of the puppet army were still hanging personnel files in the guerrillas and the armed forces teams, and pulled their people aside with ulterior motives. The remaining two Japanese troops complained secretly and endured the full attack power of the joint team.

The snow was in a mess. After being stepped on for a few steps, the snow became extremely slippery. The snow became an ice rink. The big leather boots worn by the Japanese soldiers slipped straight, but the straw sandals on the soldiers of each district team stepped on the snow and ice steadily. The comparison of advantages and disadvantages between the two sides turned sharply as follows.

The time, place, people and military and civilians in the base areas are increasingly adapting to this year of war. The life and death tests have greatly improved the obedience and collective consciousness of young people who enlisted in the army.

The Japanese soldiers struggling in the cold wind had already consumed most of their physical strength during the march, while the soldiers of each district team were full of wine and meals and fighting spirit, with white knife in and red knife out, and the rifle spear used by the 12th District team easily pierced the thick cotton coat of the Japanese soldiers, and the red coat quickly dyed the cotton coat, and the lives of the Japanese soldiers also faded.

Not long after, Yoshihiko Akai whose head was blown out, the captain Jiro Makino was wielding a samurai sword to command the battle, and a sharp pierced pierced into the chest, "...Ho! Hoho!" Jiro Makino's loud order turned into a meaningless monotonous sound, and a strong smell of alcohol behind him surged with the wind, "A drunkard!" Jiro Makino could not believe that he was sneak attacked by a drunkard. His feet lightened, and his whole person was lifted up by the long thorns that penetrated the chest. The weight of his whole person was pressed on the long thorns. The tearing of muscles and internal organs at the wound made Jiro Makino's face turn blue, and blood in his mouth surged up, rolling his eyes, obviously it was not just a simple injury to the lungs.

"Hehe!" Li Wei turned around with a strange smile. The fighting thorn turned around and pulled out his hands. His face was blushed like Guan Gong, and he burped, and then said: "Wasted firewood!" Jiro Makino hit the ice and snow heavily, bent up like a shrimp, and twitched to see the emperor.

Losing the command of two squadron leaders one after another, the remaining Japanese soldiers fell into chaos and could only follow the command of the squad leader to fight on their own with the squad as the system.

Li Wei's performance in hand-to-hand combat can only be described in this word, especially the sip of a knife that is equivalent to high-purity alcohol has the potential to rise. With a lot of exercise, the alcohol is rising. Li Wei, with red eyes, does not take human life seriously at all, whether it is his own or the enemy's.

The timid and cruel ones are afraid of being stunned, the harsh ones are afraid of being desperate, the harsh ones are afraid of not knowing anything, and their minds become a little confused. They forget that they are on the battlefield and are instinctively dominated by instinct. Whether he is a soldier or an officer, he will kill one after another when he catches a soldier, and the soldiers of the nearby district team are far away from him, so as not to be touched by him.

The Japanese soldiers who dared to quietly aim at Li Wei's muzzle did not even have time to pull the trigger, and the bullet flew over suddenly was directly lifted off their heads. Fan Guowen became as sharp as an eagle and glanced at the entire battlefield, pulling the trigger from time to time to kill the enemy soldiers that threatened his soldiers. He usually laughed, but once he touched the gun, it was like a change of a person, and each bullet would take the life of the enemy.

No one would think that Fan Guowen did not charge in the battle like Li Wei. Instead, he was hiding aside and shooting cold guns was a sign of timidity. Letting him fight melee is no different from seeking death. However, hiding on the side of the battlefield, Yinren can exert his maximum combat power.

All the soldiers in the district team who could be selected to participate in the joint operation were veterans who survived on the field of life and death. One was more tricky and slickering than the other, and mixed the Japanese soldiers who were usually only worthy of showing off their power in front of the puppet army. These eighth ranks of the country were so cunning that they were too cunning. They attacked the vital points and fought wherever they were beneficial. They retreated at the touch and did not want to fight at all, which made the Japanese soldiers unable to control the situation of the battle.

Especially for the melee weapons used, in addition to the rifles, the Chinese army also has two powerful weapons, which can cut the rifle with one knife and a multi-worker side weapon engineer shovel. Compared with the domineering and heavy sword, the Eighth Route Army particularly likes to use engineer shovels. Not only can excavate fortifications, but it can also be directly pulled out and beaten. Huhu whistle the strange wind is intimidating. A large piece of metal blade is cut down and half of the skull will often be blown away, and the human brain is thrown away like tofu, and it will be smashed into a ball of red and white juice.

Many veterans from various teams were in full swing, and they threw away their rifles and swung their engineer shovels to open and close their slashes. The Japanese soldiers were desperately blocking them. The sound of the rifle jumped straight on. If they couldn't hold on, the sharp engineer shovel could directly split the Japanese soldiers' heads down the middle of their eyebrows.

"What are you guys watching?! If you don't want to die, fight the Japanese with me!" Li Wei fell to the ground, pinched the fighting thorn, and shouted at the puppet soldiers hiding beside him with a light machine gun in one hand. A string of hot bullets swept on the ground, and pieces of snow powder burst out, scaring the puppet soldiers howled.

"Prime boss, please spare me!" The puppet army squadron leader dared not provoke this drunkard. These Eighth Route Army masters were not ruthless at all when they killed the Japanese. How dare they ignore the Eighth Route Army chief? As long as they are not blind, they can tell at a glance that the Japanese are finished!

Li Wei's words and a shuttle bullets directly took over the puppet squadron leader. The puppet troops plucked up their courage and rushed into the battle group, but turned against each other and pointed the gun at the Japanese, and as the soldiers from various district teams beat the dogs to the water.

Live life on the battlefield turned into cold corpses, and more Japanese soldiers fell. Compared with the Japanese army with heavy casualties, the casualties of each district team can only be ignored, with at most two serious injuries, and a lot of minor injuries. The most serious injuries will be given to the best medical treatment at the scene. The minor injuries can maintain combat effectiveness, and none of them will be sacrificed.

Until the end, most of the soldiers ended the battle, and only Li Wei mechanically stabbed the body of a Japanese squad leader in the center of the battlefield. The body had been poked in the ground with blood and blood, which was terrible.

"This little Lizi's alcohol tolerance is too bad!" Several company commanders of the district team shook their heads at the same time, but no one dared to go up and pull away the guy who was drunk. I really couldn't tell that this guy was still a martial arts madman when he was drunk.

It was not until the cold wind blew away the drunkenness that Li Wei gradually came back to his soul and looked around with a split headache. He realized that the battle had already ended. He sat foolishly in the middle of the battlefield full of corpses. Several fires were lit around him. He was emitting waves of heat. He realized that he was just out of control after being drunk. Li Wei felt a little warmth surged from the bottom of his heart. These guys did not forget to light a fire beside him to prevent him from sitting in the ice and snow and being frostbite.

Many puppet soldiers also gathered around the fire and took the chili ginger soup handed over by the soldiers of the district team with gratitude. A bowl of hot soup was put into stomach, and the cold air in their bodies dissipated.

"Boss! I'm sober!" Fan Guowen, who was baking on the fire, saw Li Wei shaking his head and slowly stood up. He knew that the alcohol had gone away, so he quickly poured out a ginger soup and walked over.

"This damn wine, I was not like this before. It seems that I haven't practiced for a few years, and the alcohol capacity has become smaller. I can't touch a drop in the future!" Li Wei took the soup bowl and drank it all, feeling annoyed. Fortunately, it was winter, and it was frozen and hard, so he patted it all. He looked around and said, "I haven't caused any trouble, right?"

This boss is really self-aware. Fan Guowen smiled reluctantly, and his eyes tried not to look at somewhere, and said, "No surprise, but you are so scary." Just kill the enemy with one blow, but no one was still stabbing the body desperately like Li Wei until it was stabbed into blood mud, and it was not human-shaped. Li Wei was covered in blood and his eyes were red, completely like crawling out of hell to harvest life and treat killing as his favorite evil spirit. Li Wei's live-action horror film really scared many people. Even many puppet troops and district soldiers were stimulated by this bloody scene. The worst guy vomited and even vomited out yellow galls.

Li Wei’s title of the number one murderer in the 11th Division was even raised to a new level in the hearts of the soldiers of the district team. I’m afraid this injustice will not be clear even if he jumps to the Yellow River.

"Scary!? Well! It's a bit!" Li Wei looked at the pile of meat that could no longer be distinguished from a human-like pile. He wrinkled his head. It was a bit disgusting. However, he had seen many miserable scenes, and his psychology had reached an extraordinary level of strength. If it were ordinary people, they would have vomited a lot.
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