"Ah! Go to hell! Go to hell!"

Yin Delin used a military thorn to lift a Japanese soldier who was less than 1.6 meters tall into the air. The Japanese soldier's face was full of pain and his eyes were pleading, but Yin Delin remained unmoved.

Blood flowed down the blood groove of the spurs and onto Yin Delin's hands. He roared and threw the limp body out of the trench, knocking over a wounded Japanese soldier who was preparing to retreat.

The soldiers on the Niangziguan position followed suit, and the Japanese death squads became corpses stabbed by their brothers one after another.

The crazy Japanese death squads met the Chinese soldiers who were even crazier than them. The spirit of bushido and militarism could no longer persist and they continued to fight. They rolled and crawled to the bottom of the position, throwing away all their weapons and equipment.

"ah!"

Yin Delin pointed his rifle and roared. He was covered in blood and looked like a war madman.

"Puff puff puff..."

The soldiers stabbed all the injured Japanese soldiers to death, then carried the bodies and threw them out of the trenches. The bloody corpses rolled in front of the position.

"Isn't it said that the morale of the Chinese army has been weakened? What is going on?"

The crazy and tenacious Chinese soldiers frightened Tuqiao for once, and the pessimism he had suppressed gradually began to emerge.

Yoshio Hongo had sweat on his forehead. This was the first time he encountered such a crazy Chinese. After licking his lips, he sighed and said:

"Although the 39th Army Corps is completely different from other national army units, I didn't expect them to be so brave. They are no weaker than the warriors of the empire."

Doqiao rolled his eyes once, his tone was very unkind,

"Now is not the time to sigh. Immediately send a message and ask the 4th Division if Snowflake Mountain has been captured?"

The suicide squads that were finally organized were almost exhausted. If the 4th Division could not capture Snowflake Mountain in time, the 12th Army would have no hope of survival.

Yoshio Hongo looked ashamed, bowed and ran to the command tent.

"Rumble...Rumble..."

There was a muffled thunderous explosion from the west, and the sound reached Doqiao Ichi's ears, and he shuddered involuntarily.

The Chinese pursuit troops were getting closer and closer, leaving little time for the Twelfth Army and the 4th Division.

Dohashi has stopped praying to Amaterasu for once. He has done everything he can and now he can only resign himself to fate.

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In front of the position of the 9th Regiment of Snowflake Mountain, there were layers of Japanese corpses. They were all beaten into pieces by MG42 machine guns, and the holes in their bodies were bleeding with blood and tissue paste.

Lieutenant Colonel Yonekura's right arm holding the command knife was hit by two 7-92mm bullets. The bones were cracked and most of the skin and flesh were torn off. Only some fascia was stuck together between the arm and the body.

The blood vessels are like water pipes without faucets, and red blood flows continuously from the pipes.

Yonekura felt no pain at this moment, only fear, boundless fear, filled his brain and heart.

"kill!"

Like crazy cheetahs and tigers, Chinese soldiers rushed out of the trenches one after another. Their eyeballs were as red as wild beasts, and their roars were like the roar of heaven and earth, which struck straight into the soul.

The first person to rush over was a Chinese officer. His beast-like eyes stared at him. Mi Cang felt cold all over his body. He groped around with his left hand randomly, trying to find a weapon.

But the sides were covered with blood and broken limbs, and after searching for a few seconds, I found nothing.

"Chi!"

A biting cold feeling came from Yonekura's neck, and he found that he seemed to be flying and could not feel anything except the cold.

"Snoring..."

Due to being too angry and sad, Qi Guangxiu's throat made a sound like a wild beast howling.

His military thorn directly penetrated into Yonekura's neck, and the latter's head was leaving his body little by little.

"ah!"

"Puff puff puff..."

General Qi Guangxiu pulled out the thorn from the Japanese Lieutenant Colonel's neck and stabbed him several times in the chest.

He had seen clearly before that it was the lieutenant colonel who ordered the person to torture the division commander.

"Revenge! Revenge!"

Qi Guangxiu only had this thought in his mind.

The second wave of the Japanese attack team, with more than a thousand people, had already rushed to a range of 500 meters. They thought they were here to receive the victory. Unexpectedly, they ran into the crazy Chinese soldiers head-on. Without any preparation, more than a hundred people were provoked in an instant.

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"Whoosh whoosh..."

The artillery regiment's artillery shells streaked across the flesh-and-blood battlefield, whizzing and landing on the rear of the Japanese army. Suddenly, smoke and dust flew everywhere, and blood exploded.

"Ahhhh..."

Driven by grief and anger, the soldiers rushed towards the Japanese in wave after wave.

At this time, no one pays attention to stabbing skills, and no one cares about their own lives. They only want revenge and the death of their enemies.

Many people directly faced the Japanese bayonets and pierced the Japanese's bodies with their bayonets.

Fight! Fight!

There are no shocking slogans, only lamentations, only screams!

The small traders in Osaka had never seen such a desperate fighting style. The Chinese could fight with their lives, but they did not dare. They lost their courage before the two sides fought.

The whistling artillery shells blew up the third wave of attack teams prepared by Shigeru Sawada. The mountain artillery field artillery and infantry artillery positions that had been exposed before were also hit by covering attacks one after another. Snowflake Mountain and everywhere under the mountain were trembling.

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He Dingyuan took several steps back. He felt his chest was tight and it was extremely difficult to breathe.

Next to him, Sawada Shigeru looked similar. The old Japanese was frightened by the extremely sad Chinese soldiers.

"Why is this happening? Why?" He seemed to be asking himself, but also seemed to be asking the air.

The soldiers of the Ninth Regiment chased the Japanese soldiers and hacked them wildly. Once a kid fell down or was pushed up, seven or eight triangular army thorns would pop out of his chest, making a frightening sound.

Trembling cold light.

Feng Jinzhang's body was still burning. Qi Guangxiu rushed closer, threw away the gun in his hand, and slapped the flames on the body with both hands, ignoring the fact that it was burned to a bloody pulp.

Seeing this, Song Li quickly took off his clothes and went up to pat him.

"Woooooooo..."

The corpse had been burned to a disgrace, Qi Guangxiu's tears flowed out, and he threw himself on it.

The screams of the Japanese soldiers and the howls of the soldiers were mixed with his cries.

"Retreat! Retreat!"

Sawada Shigeru took the lead and ran to the rear. The Chinese were already going crazy. Nothing could stop a group of madmen.

He Dingyuan ran toward Hebei with the panicked Japanese troops. He looked back while running.

The towering Snowflake Mountain in the smoke seemed to have transformed into Feng Jinzhang, looking at him with a smile.

Watch him run away in panic.

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