Without the suppression of the heavy machine guns, the assault team led by Zhang Dabiao sped up and rushed into the Japanese's circular fortifications.
In the trenches, the remaining Japanese soldiers were fearless. They jumped out of the fortifications with their bayonet and charged at the assault team of the Independent Regiment.
Yamazaki, who was in the command center of the fortifications, was blackened by the smoke from the explosion. He never dreamed that his strong defense line would be broken through in such a dramatic way. As a soldier of the Empire, the supreme honor of Bushido supported him to continue commanding the battle.
"Kill, kill, shoot!"
Tada!
With another accurate shot, the Japanese soldier who was holding a Taisho Type 11 light machine gun beside Yamazaki was killed.
Yamazaki was completely enraged. He snatched the light machine gun from the Japanese soldiers and aimed it at the charging Independent Regiment soldiers, instantly turning the two Independent Regiment soldiers into a hornet's nest.
Fifty meters away from Yamazaki, Chen Weidong, who was charging with a light machine gun, had wanted to leave Yamazaki alive for Li Yunlong to chop.
However, when he saw the old man raise his machine gun and slaughter his comrades, he immediately threw Li Yunlong's pre-battle order to the back of his mind. He raised his machine gun and fired at Yamazaki.
Da da da, da!
This time, Chen Weidong directly emptied a magazine. More than a dozen bullets pierced through Yamazaki's waist, and his chest and abdomen were riddled with holes, turning him into a sieve.
After taking care of Yamazaki, Chen Weidong also rushed into the circular fortifications of the Japanese.
At this time, the soldiers of both sides had already engaged in a fierce hand-to-hand battle, and the light machine guns in their hands had lost their effect.
Chen Weidong carefully put away the light machine gun, then pulled out two sharp butcher knives from his waist and pounced on the Japanese in the fortification.
Chen Weidong's first opponent after coming to the World of Drawing Swords was a soldier from the Japanese army. He was less than 1.6 meters tall, had bow-legged legs, and looked exceptionally strong.
Unlike the other Japanese soldiers who were grimacing and screaming, he held his bayonet and didn't make a sound. He stared at Chen Weidong with his gloomy eyes and turned a blind eye to the fierce battle that was happening next to him.
Perhaps the soldier was curious as to why the Chinese soldier in front of him dared to fight with the Empire's warriors with two short knives that were slightly longer than daggers.
In the next moment, Chen Weidong used his actions to tell the soldier why he had to use two fists to fight and two butcher knives to stab.
Shua!
Chen Weidong swung his left hand hard, and the butcher knife in his hand turned into a small flying knife, aiming straight at the Japanese's neck.
This is bad!
A thought flashed through the soldier's mind. He subconsciously raised his bayonet to block the oncoming butcher knife. However, he could only watch helplessly as Chen Weidong leaped into the air and stabbed another extremely sharp butcher knife into his chest. After stabbing his heart, he twisted and pushed hard.
The sergeant flew three meters away. He was still glaring at Chen Weidong until his death.
"Hey, brother, your skills are not bad!"
At this moment, a bald monk wearing the uniform of the Eighth Route Army with a red tasseled spear appeared beside him. He stabbed two Japanese who were charging with a bayonet like a string of grasshoppers. He was the guard of the regiment commander Li Yunlong, Monk Wei from Shaolin Temple.
Chen Weidong picked up the butcher knife from the ground with the tip of his foot. He grinned at the monk and said,""You're not bad either!"
On the other side, the Japanese soldiers who advocated cold weapons were very sharp. After seeing Chen Weidong and Monk Wei, they realized that these two opponents were not ordinary. Immediately, six Japanese soldiers surrounded them and raised six gleaming bayonet to surround them. They kept stabbing.
Chen Weidong twisted his neck and made cracking sounds. He said to Monk Wei,""Monk, I'll take care of these six Japanese. Take a break!”
Monk Wei was still in high spirits and hadn't killed enough yet. Naturally, he didn't agree with Chen Weidong's suggestion and said,""That won't do. We'll split it half."
The two of them chatted happily, but the six Japanese who surrounded them were impatient. They shouted," Kill!" and tried their best to stab Chen Weidong and Monk Wei from six different directions.
Looking at Chen Weidong and Monk Wei, although it was the first time they cooperated with each other, the tacit understanding between experts was innate.
One of them was proficient in all kinds of combat and assassination techniques, while the other was a Shaolin monk who had returned to asceticism. He was not at a disadvantage in the face of the six Japanese's assassination attempts.
Monk Wei's red-tasseled spear danced up and down, parrying the incoming bayonet.
Chen Weidong suddenly fell on his back. Before the soldiers could react, the two butcher knives in his hands had already completed a 360-degree sweep.
This wasn't a Bare-sweeping Rod, but a Bare-sweeping Blade!
The six Japanese screamed and fell to the ground. Chen Weidong's butcher knife was extremely sharp, and he used a lot of force. He directly cut open two bloody wounds on the Japanese's ankles.
Seeing this, Monk Wei stabbed his spear into the chest of a fallen soldier. Chen Weidong did not want to be left behind. After he leaped into the air, he lowered the two butcher knives and smashed them heavily on the bodies of the two soldiers under the effect of inertia. The butcher knives pierced through their chests.
In less than a minute, the six Japanese soldiers had turned into six cold corpses.
From the periphery, three more Japanese soldiers rushed over with their bayonet. Chen Weidong and Monk Wei looked at each other and smiled. Just as they were about to deal with these Japanese soldiers, they heard three gunshots. The three Japanese soldiers fell to the ground.
The two of them turned around to look. Political Commissar Zhao Gang raised his shell gun and blew at the smoke from the muzzle. He said,"Don't linger in battle. Seize the time to finish off the remaining enemies!”
"Political commissar, can you save some bullets?"
Chen Weidong and Monk Wei said at the same time.
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