In comparison, the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army could not even eat their fill of cornbread and wild vegetables. Their physical strength was clearly different from the Japanese army.
However, Chu Yunfei also found that the soldiers of the Independent Regiment were indeed different from other troops. They had a common temperament, which was to attack fiercely. Broken, there was a kind of courage to fight the enemy with all his might.
He rarely used blocking or other methods to protect himself. Every move was meant to die with his opponent.
Chu Yunfei saw that in the fight, there were soldiers who were constantly stabbed by the enemy's bayonet. Some soldiers had their abdomen cut open by the bayonet, and their purple intestines were hanging outside their bodies, but they still ruthlessly stabbed the bayonet at the enemy.
A soldier who had been stabbed more than a dozen times and was badly mutilated could not stand up. He was lying on the ground with a machete in his hands. As long as he saw the feet wearing fur shoes, he would cut them off. Two Japanese soldiers who were stabbing each other were suddenly cut off by him and fell head first.
The difference in national strength, firepower, and physical fitness could only be made up for with the hot blood in his chest!
Chu Yunfei was stunned. What a chaotic battle. The perfect combination of a soldier's will, courage, and combat skills.
This kind of fight between red and white was the most hot-blooded. Those with weaker willpower would probably be scared to the point their legs went weak.
Ever since the last battle at Li Jiapo, Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang had been scolded by the brigade commander! Later, the regiment committee decided that the regiment commander and political committee should stick to their command positions and were not allowed to participate in a hand-to-hand battle.
It was obvious that this rule was targeted at Li Yunlong and Zhao Gang, the two troublemakers who did not care about their lives.
At that time, Li Yunlong also solemnly expressed his stance and firmly adhered to the decision of the regiment party committee.
But once the battle started, who the hell cared so much about you!
Li Yunlong quickly took off his military uniform, picked up Ghost Head Blade, and rushed forward bare-chested.
Li Yunlong carried his broadsword and rushed into the crowd.
Holding that small gun, he barked. Bam! Bam!" Chu Yunfei was stunned. He didn't have the awareness of a regiment commander at all. If you were injured, what would happen to the independent regiment? His guard didn't stop him.
As he spoke, Chu Yunfei glanced at Wei Da Yong and found that he was already in the middle of the crowd with a red tasseled spear.
This…
Wei Da Yong's blood was boiling. He had long forgotten about his duty to protect the regiment commander and only cared about killing to his heart's content.
Wei Da Yong's eyes turned red from killing. A red-tasseled spear danced up and down, stabbing a ghost with every strike.
The Guandong Army soldiers beside Wei Da Yong fell one after another like a gust of wind. In a short while, a large number of them were lying on the ground.
The Japanese who advocated cold weapons were all very sharp. Wei Da Yong stabbed through a few Japanese the moment he appeared. They realized that this opponent was not ordinary. Immediately, six or seven Japanese surrounded him. Six or seven bayonet kept stabbing at him like a lantern. He did not have time to slow down. He suddenly fell on his back. Before the Japanese could react, Wei Da Yong's spear whistled as it hit the ground and hit their lower body, causing them to lose their balance. A group of Japanese were instantly swept to the ground.
This sweep was so powerful that the Japanese's ankles were all broken. They lay on the ground and let out pig-like screams. The Japanese people outside the circle were shocked and crowded around.
Zhang Dabiao held his saber. As a person from the 29th Division, his best weapon in hand-to-hand combat was a saber.
With a big knife in hand, three to five Japanese could not get close to him at all.
When the first truck of the Kwantung Army was blown up by the local mine, a Japanese helmet fell from the sky and hit Zhang Dabiao's head. The sharp brim of the helmet opened a hole in his head, and blood flowed down his forehead, covering his eyes.
He had been fighting for many years and had never been injured. He had never seen others bleed, but this time, it was his own forehead that was bleeding. He could not help but fly into a rage. He wiped his face with his sleeve and rushed forward with his machete.
Dabiao Zhang stabbed the chest of one of the Japanese soldiers lying on the ground. He jumped up and kicked the Japanese soldier's throat with his right leg. The huge force almost instantly burst the Japanese soldier's artery. Blood spurted out half a foot high with the pressure. Then, he turned his body and pinned the other Japanese soldier to the ground with his weight.
The three Japanese soldiers did not dare to act rashly. They stood back to back in a triangular formation to protect themselves. Zhang Dabiao's broadsword shook violently. The foot-long broadsword swung at the head of a Japanese soldier facing him. With a bang, he fell to the ground and rolled.
Zhang Dabiao was about to deal with the remaining two when he heard a smack! Pa!" Two gunshots rang out and the two Japanese fell to the ground.
He looked back and saw Chu Yunfei blowing air from the muzzle. It was most likely the few shots that Chu Yunfei fired. Li Yunlong saw this and said sarcastically,"Brother Yunfei's marksmanship isn't bad. He never missed a shot within two to three meters…"
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