“The commander, be careful!”At this time, there was a cry next to him, and a figure suddenly jumped up and threw Zhao Lei to the ground.

“Hold on...bombing!”A Type 9 grenade fell down with a harsh howle and exploded.

A fire rose, raised the dust of the sky, and thick smoke rolled up.

“The Commander!”Several of the soldiers around him exclaimed and rushed over.

Zhao Lei was covered in blood, but he was not injured, but was slightly dizzy by the explosion.

After a while, Zhao Lei reacted.

“The Commander!The little one can't."

When Zhao Lei heard this, he noticed that a soldier next to him was lying in the arms of another warrior, with blood pouring out of his mouth, obviously not lightly injured.

The wounded soldier is Xiao Zhang, the soldier who has just poured out Zhao Lei.

Fortunately, he threw down Zhao Lei in time, otherwise, it is estimated that Zhao Lei has been killed.

But Xiao Zhang was seriously injured, two pieces of shrapnel were embedded behind his back, and the blood could not stop being braved out.

“The medical officer!”Zhao Lei rolled his eyes and shouted.

The soldier holding the small Zhang, gritted his teeth and shook his head, and the tears could not stop flowing out.

That means the little guy is no longer saved.

Shrapnel penetrates the body and hurts!

Even in the world's top hospitals, they can't survive, let alone on the battlefield.

“The commander...kill the Japanese!”

Xiao Zhang slowly raised his blood-stained right hand and said these words intermittently, and then his right hand hung down impotently.

Zhao Lei went up and grabbed Xiao Zhang's hand, but he could hold Xiao Zhang's hand, but he could no longer hold Xiao Zhang's life.

Looking at the small Zhang that gradually lost vitality, Zhao Lei's eyes gradually covered with a layer of blood, and the anger of the sky was completely detonated.

“Fight the Japanese!”

“Fight the Japanese!”

“Fight the Japanese!”

“The dog said!The old man killed you, the tortoises!”

Zhao Lei scolded, picked up the light machine gun next to him, and pointed it at the little Japanese with the machine gun.

"Ah!The old man fought with you!”

“Oh, hey!”A dense rain of bullets poured out, rapidly covering the past to the little japanese.

“Hush!”The bullet hit the Japanese, splashed a clump of blood, and in the desolate scream, several small Japanese were instantly beaten into a sieve and fell to the ground.

“Brothers!Fight with the dog, kill these dogs!”

Zhao Lei roared again and continued to shoot the little boy with the machine gun.

At this time, the soldiers also killed red eyes, one by one, desperately shooting at the little devil.

However, the little Japanese are even more crazy, and they are rushing forward one by one, with the aim of breaking through the defense of the independent group in one fell swoop.

Because Miyazaki has given the death order, at all costs, break through the defense line of the independent regiment.

Even Miyazaki men sent a guard team, a machine gun was put up, who dared to take a step back, immediately machine gun fire, in order to escape the crime, on the spot execution.

In this case, how can the little boy not fight hard?

Soldiers from both sides who had killed the red-eyed side and launched a deadly fight.

Although the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army were brave and tenacious, the strength of the little Japanese still occupied the advantage after all.

The offensive is like a tide, wave after wave, constantly impacting the position of a battalion.

Under the constant impact of the Japanese, the position was already in jeopardy.

“Grenade!”Zhao Lei shouted loudly.

The soldiers pulled out the grenades, pulled the lead, and threw their hands at the little thugs.

Seeing hundreds of grenades, they flew out of the position, snoring and smoking, swirling and falling among the Japanese people.

The little japanese who rushed over saw the grenades that fell on their feet and snorted with smoke, and one by one they were scared to go away.

They screamed and ran around.

There was no escape, however, because there were grenades around.

It’s too late to escape!

“Hang on!“Hang on!”A loud explosion sounded.

A piece of fire rose up among the Japanese crowd, only the Japanese's body was instantly torn, and many small Japanese were directly blown up.

This round of grenade rain temporarily curbed the Japanese offensive, but soon the little boy rushed up again.

“Slay to me!”The Japanese officer waving the command knife with a frantic shout.

The little boys were holding bayonets and screaming up.

The little Japanese offensive was too fierce, and the Eighth Route Army could not resist the Japanese offensive with all its efforts.

Seeing that the little Japanese had rushed to the position, some positions had been broken by the Japanese.

Looking at the little Japanese in front of him, Zhao Lei suddenly grabbed a big knife and shouted: "Brothers!Fight with the Japanese!Kill me!”

“Fight it!”The soldiers suddenly burst out a shout-and-kill, and then rushed out of the position, holding a bayonet or waving a large blade, ferociously pounced on the little Japanese.

The little Japanese also held up bayonets, and wow yelled up.

The two armies struck together, and suddenly set off a storm of blood.

“Fighting!”Zhao Lei roared loudly, and cut the head to a little devil.

The little boy wanted to hold a gun, but he was half-shot.

Zhao Lei's way, like lightning.

“Hush!”A blood shot out, the little genie did not even grunt, a knife was killed, and fell on his head on the ground.

The blood of the scarlet blood sprayed Zhao Lei was full of faces, making Zhao Lei even more terrible.

“Fighting!”Zhao Lei's throat again issued a low roar, raised a large knife to the little man again rushed over.

A little Japanese rushed over with a bayonet, and the little jihao did not know the power of Zhao Lei, and he stabbed it.

Zhao Lei was hiding on his side, hiding from the Japanese bayonet, and grabbed the gun.

The little Japanese was surprised, and pulled back, trying to pull back the rifle, but the rifle seemed to be embedded in the mountains, and it did not move.

The little boy was horrified.

However, this horror lasted only a few seconds.

Because Zhao Lei's big knife has been cut down.

“Hush!”Blood splung and a dog’s head rising.

The headless body fell to the ground feebly, and in the short cavity, still constantly sprinkling blood, like a fountain.

“Fighting!Brothers!Kill these dogs!Killed!”

Zhao Lei shouted, inspiring the morale of the soldiers, and waved a large knife again and rushed to the Japanese crowd.

Zhao Lei was fierce, and the tiger entered the flock like to kill the Japanese crowd, and suddenly set off a bloody storm.

The knife flew up and down, constantly dancing in the Japanese crowd, blood splashing, debris dancing, and a small Japanese falling under Zhao Lei's big knife.