As the Sichuan Army launched a charge, everyone rushed straight towards the Japanese position like a tiger.

After being attacked by the Sichuan Army, the number of people on the Japanese positions was less than 70.

Now the assault platoon rushed into their positions and directly tore the Japanese's fragile body with their elbow weapons.

This can no longer be called a battle, but a one-sided massacre.

Li Yunlong rushed in the front and faced the Japanese soldiers with a simple storm.

Before the Japanese sergeant could react, the bayonet had already pierced his body.

Without any extra moves, Li Yunlong pulled out the bayonet and kicked the Japanese soldiers in the chest, and then smashed him out with a gun stock.

At this moment, the only thing the Japanese soldiers waited for was death.

Two Japanese soldiers not far away looked at Li Yunlong alone and immediately rushed towards Li Yunlong with a scream.

Seeing this, the monk lifted up his big sword and wanted to block Li Yunlong.

But he was still one step slower, and Dong Dao was faster than him.

The red tassel knife in his hand flashed with a cold light and slashed through the Japanese's throat.

The two Japanese heads rolled to the ground, like watermelons.

The blood gushed out like a fountain, sputtering the two of them.

Obviously, Dong Dao's resentment towards the Japanese far exceeded that of Li Yunlong.

It can be seen from the fact that he kicked the Japanese's head far away like a ball.

A Japanese lying on the ground pretending to be dead saw that he had a chance, he stood up and wanted to attack him.

But Dong Dao's reaction was better than that.

The red tassel sword in his hand sank with the flow and kept slashing hard on the Japanese back.

The entire Japanese body was directly cracked in half.

If it weren't for the support of the ribs in front, I'm afraid this Japanese would have been divided into two like a dead pig being cracked.

"Xiao Jian, I killed two more!"

Dong Dao murmured to himself that every time he killed a Japanese devil, he would say this to tell his sacrificial brother Dong Jian.

Tell him that he has been avenging him.

"Damn it, I stole the limelight from this kid again!"

The monk said unwillingly, and at the same time, the resentment in his heart became deeper and rushed directly into the Japanese crowd and slashed left and right.

The sight in his hand was used in turn with the rifle. If it weren't for his praise, he would have thought that this kid would have been possessed by Sun Desheng.

This style of play is just the same as that of Li Yunlong's Cavalry Battalion.

Now, the assault platoon of the entire Sichuan Army was like a bayonet, stabbing directly into the heart of the Japanese.

One by one, they were like bullfighting, rushing around and killing constantly.

Without too much stay, Li Yunlong and Dong Dao leaned on each other, and there were too many people there and they stabbed there.

Needless to say, almost everyone knows his skills.

After all, Li Yunlong's skills are even inferior to the monk Zhou Weiguo.

But Dong Dao is different. The martial arts he showed made everyone in the Sichuan Army look at him with admiration.

But everyone knows that he is fighting with the pain of losing his hands and feet.

"Monk, who do you think that kid is better than you?"

Yang Dali asked after slashing a Japanese devil with one knife.

The monk was not willing to be outdone. After he also died of three Japanese devils, he said, "This kid is more powerful than a knife."

"I really fight, I can't beat me even if I let him have one hand!"

Zhou Weiguo, who was beside him, took a breath and said, "Bah, I'm so stinky."

"You are practicing legs. What does it mean to let others have their hands? If you have the ability, let others have one leg?"

"Then you still have a fuck?" the monk laughed and scolded: "What we martial arts practitioners pay attention to is to use every part of our body!"

"Every part of the human body has lethality, which can make the enemy one less!"

Liu San threw out two flying knives and killed them. The Japanese rushed towards them and said, "You kid will swear!"

"We will let the little Japanese devils in your crotch? At most, let your Xiuqin create another person for you!"

The monk's old face turned red: "As we chatted, we were no longer in appearance, just like our group leader!"

"I won't say it, kill the Japanese!"

Here is a fight to kill the enemy, while Li Yunlong is crazy about killing the enemy.

The bayonet on the rifle was now like a spear in Li Yunlong's hand, transforming into a dragon in the Japanese team.

Wherever they passed, the Japanese fell to the ground.

The Japanese who died in the hands of him and Dong Dao had already exceeded the double digits at this time.

The remaining Japanese were also suppressed by the Sichuan Army and retreated directly.

The soldiers of the Sichuan Army took advantage of the victory and chased the Japanese, bayonets and bullets kept calling out to the Japanese.

Seeing this, the soldiers of the Expeditionary Force on the hillside also launched a charge as if they had seen hope in the darkness.

The two strands of people collided.

There is no doubt that the one who was surrounded at this time became the Japanese.

Under the attack of two teams, the Japanese had already retreated and had no choice but to escape.

The Japanese squadron was quickly wiped out.

From a distance, Long Wen also solved the battle.

The group of Japanese on the right side of the mountain did not know the height of the sky and the earth, but they dared to think of Long Wen's attack.

The light machine gun and mortar fired at the same time, leaving them with a hundred bodies and then fled in a scattered manner.

Li Yunlong and Dong Dao were covered in blood of the Japanese, but both of them became more and more brave as they fought, and even became excited to the end.

In fact, Li Yunlong hasn't killed the Japanese so happily for a long time.

In the battles between northwest and northeastern Shanxi, he often either led the special forces to perform other tasks or stayed in the rear.

The task of charging and killing the enemy was basically all handed over to Zhou Weiguo, Zhang Dabiao and others.

This time, he went to the battlefield in person again, but it was still on the front, which made his blood boil.

The two couldn't help laughing after looking at each other.

"You kid is very good, you are a good material to kill Japanese devils!"

Li Yunlong said with a smile.

In his opinion, Dong Dao's skills should be inferior to Zhou Weiguo and himself, and he is at the same level as the monk.

Perhaps if there are weapons, neither monk nor Tan Hai will be his opponents.

Moreover, his personality is calmer than that of the monk. From this point of view, Dong Dao may be smaller than the monk's mistakes on the battlefield.

However, in terms of combat experience, he still lacks something compared to monks.

Simply put, each has its own advantages and disadvantages.

"Yes!" Dong Dao didn't say much, but just responded calmly.

Li Yunlong didn't say anything about this: "Continue to kill the Japanese and avenge your brother!"

"I can do it!" Dong Dao said calmly.

He was very cold every time he answered questions, which made Li Yunlong feel a little overwhelmed.

However, Li Yunlong didn't say much, people have different personalities.

And he didn't want this cold guy to become like a monk in the end, with a low emotional intelligence and a chatterbox.

As for the team, there must be people who can bring joy and those who can bring serious atmosphere to the team.

This is the configuration a unit should have...
Chapter completed!