The main group of the division can take root on the plains where the enemy is everywhere, so they naturally have some support.

The sound of killing sounds shook the sky in the smoke. It was only more than twenty meters away, but there was no sign of the eighth-way shadow rushing out of the smoke.

The bullets rushed into the smoke and brought out rolling trajectories.

It seems...I haven't heard a few screams?

The Japanese observer felt something, and as he fell down, his face changed drastically, and he pulled the gong and screamed in a loud voice: "Lying down... hide..."

A grenade with a shiny black hair and a yellow and black wooden handle suddenly flew out from the smoke of gunpowder more than twenty meters away from the Japanese trenches.

The observer doesn't understand what happened.

The Imperial Army fought position warfare and fired smoke bombs before the attack provided cover to the attacking warriors.

The Eighth Route Army of China follows the example, but replaced the smoke bomb with a black gunpowder grenade with one blown halves...

The characteristics of the grenade containing black gunpowder after explosion are completely different from those after explosions of smokeless tiers and Entire explosives.

This thing exploded and smoked...

As long as you lie down, you will hardly be hit by shrapnel. It is said that a warrior once got half a piece of grenade. After three days, he could eat three big rice balls...

The grenades from the Eighth Route Army are just a useless thing.

But at this time, the grenade with more smoke and less fragments has a miraculous effect...

Most of the Turkish Eighth Route Army wanted to fight for casualties with the Imperial Army at close range.

Thinking of this, the Japanese observer almost lost his soul and had no time to report to the commander's lieutenant, and shouted directly: "Get the bayonet..."

Boom boom boom... Boom boom boom...

Grenades exploded in front and behind the trenches on the Japanese periphery.

The entire south-wide trench was covered with blue smoke and dust.

The rising smoke covered the sky and the sun, and there was no one to see a distance of one or two meters.

When you open your eyes wide, you will immediately see your eyes sand and dust, and the world will be like entering the night in an instant.

In order to prevent accidental injuries, the Japanese in the second line of defense were stunned, and the light and heavy machine gun team subconsciously stopped shooting.

Now, the sound of killing in the Japanese defense line was shaking and screaming.

As long as the two sides are a little far apart, no one can see each other.

The bad casualties that the Japanese were most reluctant to see actually happened.

Is this the legendary battlefield obscurity?

The Tu Eighth Route Force forced the Imperial Army warriors with excellent shooting skills to fight for a knife?

The eighth leader who was so poorly equipped that they tried to exchange their lowly lives with noble elites.

How could they come up with such a mean means?

The shouts of killing from the elites and the Eighth Route Army were shocked.

Blood and fire are intertwining.

The Lieutenant, the Japanese commander behind, screamed at the outer defense warriors quickly retreated.

Unfortunately, the second line of defense was more than 30 meters away from the outer line of defense, and his voice was drowned in the Eighth Route Army shouting and killing, and no one could hear it.

What's more, both sides are in close contact with fire, and it is impossible to retreat...

The first-line Japanese lieutenant has rich combat experience and fights bayonets... Who has the Imperial Army ever been afraid of?

Now that you open your eyes and you will surely get into the sand. You must use a well-equipped killer: a gas mask.

He shouted with all his strength: "Wear a gas mask..."

In the smoke of gunpowder, the Eighth Route Death Squadrons with big swords and thin silk eyes were looking for the Japanese figures in the trenches.

A soldier cut off half of the Japanese neck with a knife, and the blood splashed out dyed red and blindfolded silk... "Grandpa doesn't believe it and you won't die if you cut it like this..."

The Japanese fell silently.

Another big knife dragged and pulled and flew an arm with a sound of breaking through the air... "Three-Eight Big Cover! I like it..."

The one-armed Japanese lying in the trenches was very lucky. He actually found a broken arm that fell to the ground. I don’t know which broken arm should be held and screamed.

A white light flashed, and half of a thigh bone was cut off... "Oh, that guy Zhang Xiaoquan lied to me and said that he would cut out mud from iron, and even chopped his legs..."

The devils were so distressed...

A big knife stabbed the Japanese in the chest and directly penetrated them... "Hehe, can the ribs resist my quick knife?"

The Japanese, whose lungs were cut by a knife, couldn't speak...

A certain Japanese man knows some ninjutsu and uses a rifle to pick out the big knife that was slashed. After the two sides collided, the gun sword was too long and difficult to use, so he simply choked each other's neck and rolled his eyes...

Some of the Japanese who responded quickly followed the shouts of the Japanese lieutenant and quickly put a gas mask on their heads.

Seeing that the Eighth Route Army was surrounded by the Eighth Route Army, he couldn't get out at this time, so he immediately prepared to fight the Eighth Route Army to the death.

The three Japanese men showed their power in tactics. An Eighth Route Army rushing over intersected with the swords and guns of the Japanese in front. The Japanese on the flank quickly raised their guns and horns... The bullet drilled into the Eighth Route Army's chest...

Who said that the Japanese fight for bayonets and return bullets, absolutely stand without complaining about back pain...

Then, the three Japanese teams aimed at another vague figure in the smoke of gunpowder.

Bang bang bang bang...

The Eighth Route Army did not talk about martial ethics, and directly played with the evil spirit to make the shell guns rush around...

The three Japanese teams were shot one after another...

The wrench gun is not very lethal. After being shot, the human body not only tear the muscles and bones, but also breaks the nerves.

Moreover, after the human body is severely damaged, the brain will subconsciously enter the protection mode... which is usually called being confused and frightened...

At this time, adrenaline soared, temporarily blocking the neuralgia.

The Japanese who knew ninjutsu pulled their grenades and pulled their insurance to smash their caps without hesitation... They died together!

At the last moment before the grenade explosion, a thought flashed through the ninjutsu master's mind, and exchanged the three imperial elites who were killed for the Eighth Route Army... It was a big loss...

The Japanese wearing gas masks can only see one or two meters away.

In terms of battlefield environment, the situation between the two sides is almost exactly the same.

Finally, some Japanese cursed the guys in the military headquarters for why they designed the rifle so long... Because the muzzle had not been transferred to the position, the mullet gun in the hand of the Tu Eighth Route Army had already fired first.

The Japanese were a little regretful when they died with their eyes closed. The logistics bastards said that the Tomosaka rifle is the best rifle in the world and was completely bragging.

A soldier was stabbed into the chest and abdomen by two Japanese rifles, and pulled the grenade bag hanging on his chest and used a bayonet to scratch countless glorious bullets on the iron shell... "Hehe... I'll knock one..."

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There were three groups of Japanese devils who were missing, one was alert, and the other was stabbing the eighth leader lying on the ground several times. He felt that this person should be dead and could not die anymore, so he turned around to find the next target.

Suddenly I felt something hanging on my calf...

Looking back, the Tu Eighth Route Army on the ground, who had been stabbed countless times by him, seemed to be smiling...

I don't know when the guy made a slip knot with his leg gaiters, and tied his legs together with the legs of the Tubalu...

Just as I was about to turn around and use a bayonet to break the dirty cloth belt, three gray figures appeared in the smoke next to me...

The sword light in the person in the center flashed, and the Japanese neck cooled down, and then he felt the smoke of gunpowder spinning.

I happened to see a headless Imperial Army warrior spraying blood fountain into the sky, holding a rifle in his hand as if he was about to... Then... isn't it me?

The weapons of the Eighth Route Army are not as good as those of the Japanese, and the Japanese have gained a better position.

Everyone believes that the Eighth Route Army is just good at fighting guerrillas. There are old Red Army members who have participated in the Changzheng and the National Army for more than ten years. What kind of hard bones have they never chewed?

Xiao Wansi, who was itchy after not killing a Japanese man for three days, held a spear and controlled the strength. After stabbing the spear tip into the neck of the Japanese guarding next to him, he immediately shook his hand and picked up half of the Japanese who was turning the gun, and brought out a large bunch of blood...

Grinned: "Eighteen..."

One next to the trio muttered, "Aren't there nineteen?"

"Hehe, there is another one that is my capital..."

The one who was on guard at the end complained: "How can your mother cut off the Japanese's heads in the future? Every time she cut off the Japanese's heads, I would spray my blood on the end..."

"Hehe, I'm used to it..." The strong man who cut off the Japanese head smiled shyly: "Our executioner chops his head and will never drag it out..."

"Don't talk too much, clear the battlefield quickly..." Xiao Wansi used a flower gun in his hand holding Changmao: "Before the smoke of gunpowder dissipates, a good position must be built..."

"I said, you have made so many contributions, why do you still come to the Big Sword Team..."

Xiao Wansi said angrily: "When you are a platoon leader, you can't be a suicide squad, and you can kill the enemy with pleasure..."

"It is said that there is news about the spy company in the north guard battalion. Let's go to them later..."

"What are you looking for them?"

The executioner still smiled shyly: "I don't believe that the people in the spy company can cut off the enemy's heads more than me. The leader is so damn good at blowing that our family must know them..."

"How could it be? Compare with them how to cut off the Japanese's heads?" The alert soldier buckled a steel helmet on his head, always feeling a chill around his neck, and subconsciously covering the steel helmet backwards.

"You have to care..."

"Hey, do you want to wait for the pistol team behind to come up?"
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