The defense line was breached and guns could no longer be used, so hand-to-hand combat had to be carried out.
The Russian army was like wolves and tigers, charging constantly.
One by one, the Russian soldiers carried steel guns and rushed into the Qing soldiers, killing them wantonly. The situation became extremely chaotic. Zhao Xiaoyang held a steel knife in his hand. The tip of the knife was downwards, and drops of blood flowed from the blade. Drops fell to the ground along the tip of the knife. Zhao Xiaoyang roared and waved the knife to attack the Russian soldiers, looking like a madman and very fierce.
Zhao Xiaoyang's fighting style was all about fighting for his life, regardless of his own life or death, and every sword swing was a desperate move. The reason for this was that Zhao Xiaoyang had great hatred for the Russian soldiers.
Two years ago, Zhao Xiaoyang had a happy family.
There is an old mother at home, a gentle and gentle wife, and a well-behaved and smart son. The family of four is extremely happy. However, after the cession of Vladivostok and the Russian army stationed in Vladivostok, Zhao Xiaoyang's family also encountered changes at this time. , his wife took her children to go shopping, and was spotted by Russian soldiers patrolling the streets. The Russian soldiers wanted to snatch Zhao Xiaoyang's wife back, but Zhao Xiaoyang's wife was a strong woman and committed suicide in anger.
The Russian army did not give up and killed Zhao Xiaoyang's son who was less than five years old.
In the end, only two cold corpses were delivered to Zhao Xiaoyang. When he saw the corpses, Zhao Xiaoyang was so angry that he rushed to fight the Russian soldiers. Fortunately, Zheng Hu, who often hangs out at Shangjia Restaurant, stopped Zhao Xiaoyang and It was said that Zhao Xiaoyang still had an old mother who needed to be taken care of, so Zhao Xiaoyang could bear it.
However, the hatred in Zhao Xiaoyang's heart did not subside.
Because a year later, the old lady was depressed because of the murder of her grandson, and she died of illness, leaving only Zhao Xiaoyang. Hatred took root in Zhao Xiaoyang's heart, especially when Zhao Xiaoyang often dreamed about the tragic death of his wife and children, and the old lady. When my mother died of illness, I gritted my teeth with hatred and wanted to kill all the Russian soldiers.
At this moment, Zhao Xiaoyang was fighting hand-to-hand with the Russian army at close range, and he felt extremely happy.
Revenge, revenge.
In his heart, he only wanted revenge.
"You stupid old Russian guy, give back my wife's life, give back my son's life, kill, kill, kill..." Zhao Xiaoyang roared, and he slashed out the steel knife in his hand, killing a Russian soldier with one blow. The soldier was split in half, blood spurted out, and warm blood fell on Zhao Xiaoyang's body and face.
The bloody killing failed to scare Zhao Xiaoyang, but made Zhao Xiaoyang even more crazy, because he felt so happy that he finally got his revenge. Zhao Xiaoyang stuck out his tongue and licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, with a crazy smile on his face.
"kill."
Zhao Xiaoyang rushed forward with the knife in hand, extremely fierce.
"boom,."
When Zhao Xiaoyang was charging, there was a gunshot from behind. Zhao Xiaoyang staggered and almost fell. The steel knife in his hand was leaning on the ground. He looked back at the Russian soldiers who fired, with a look of reluctance in his eyes.
"Pfft,."
Another Russian soldier approached and took advantage of Zhao Xiaoyang's hesitation to stab Zhao Xiaoyang in the body.
The blade penetrated the body, and blood dripped down.
Zhao Xiaoyang clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, mustered up the last bit of strength, roared, and raised the steel knife leaning on the ground diagonally upwards. With a pop, the blade passed across the crotch of the Russian soldier. Although this knife did not hit the Russian soldier, he clenched his fist and gritted his teeth. The soldier killed him, but cut the clothes and pants of the Russian soldier's crotch, and you can see that the roots of the Russian soldier's crotch were also cut off with a knife.
Gurgling blood kept flowing out.
The Russian soldiers screamed with pain on their faces.
At this time, Zhao Xiaoyang fell to the ground with his head up, with a smile on his face. He looked up at the sky and murmured to himself, not knowing what to say. The vision in front of him gradually blurred, and he thought that finally I can see my wife and children, I can see my old mother, I can finally see my relatives...
He can proudly tell his wife and children that he took revenge.
Zhao Xiaoyang was killed, and when Zheng Meng, who was still fighting not far away, saw him, he was extremely angry.
Zheng Meng also joined the army because of Huang Hu's recommendation.
Moreover, Zheng Meng and Zhao Xiaoyang were together. When he saw Zhao Xiaoyang being killed, he yelled angrily and rushed to the Russian soldier who had been slashed in the crotch with a knife.
The sword flashed and the Russian soldier's neck flew out.
A stream of blood spattered out, spraying on the ground, leaving streaks of blood. Zheng Meng was still angry and rushed towards the Russian soldier who had shot Zhao Xiaoyang before, slashing out with his knife.
"clang,,."
The blade collided with the Russian gun and made a loud noise.
Zheng Meng's sword failed, so he shouted: "Do it again."
He slashed with his sword again, causing the Russian soldiers to take two steps back.
"Come again." Zheng Meng roared again, slashing with his sword repeatedly. He was chopping tirelessly, but the expressions of the Russian soldiers had changed drastically, with a look of terror on their faces, and the guns in the hands of the Russian soldiers were all gone. Zheng Meng was already deformed, and the Qing soldiers in front of him were too terrifying.
"Go to hell."
Zheng Meng finally struck out with his sword, breaking the Russian soldier's gun and killing him.
"ah,."
Zheng Meng screamed and felt pain in his chest.
He lowered his head and looked, but a sharp knife tip pierced out of his chest. A Russian soldier took advantage of Zheng Meng's attack and was attacked from behind. Zheng Meng gritted his teeth and showed pain on his face. In an instant, Zheng Meng groaned again, because he felt the opponent's bayonet thrust out hard and piercing into his body, and the Russian soldiers also approached him.
"What a bastard."
Zheng Meng roared, holding the handle of the knife in his hand with both hands, raised the knife, and stabbed it hard.
The knife pierced his body and passed through his chest.
Zheng Meng heard a scream from behind him, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face. Even if he died, he still had to pull up a support. Although his knife penetrated his body, after the steel knife penetrated, He also stabbed into the body of the Russian soldier behind him, killing two people with one blow.
"boom,."
With a muffled sound, Zheng Meng fell to the ground.
There were countless people like Zheng Meng and Zhao Xiaoyang, all of whom were throwing their heads and blood and fighting desperately. Li Zhen was also holding a knife and killing with blood all over his body. He watched the soldiers around him fall continuously and looked at the soldiers who had just left. The common people who were transformed from militiamen to regular soldiers faced a bloody battle, but they did not retreat even a step. They were moved but also extremely heartbroken.
Every living life disappeared in an instant.
The current situation is getting worse and worse, and it is becoming more and more unfavorable for Li Zhen. Li Zhen turned his head and glanced behind him, secretly worried in his heart. Why has this bastard Peng Yulin not come back with his soldiers? The battle is still going on. Li Zhen The soldiers under his command gradually formed a group, still fighting back, and still did not retreat.
"kill,,."
The cry of killing resounded across the sky, coming from a distance.
This voice conveyed a strong fighting spirit and a hint of impatience. Li Zhen looked around and saw an army appearing behind him, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face.
