Compared with positional warfare, hand-to-hand combat has two characteristics.

First, the battle loss ratio is relatively close, and even the winner of hand-to-hand combat will not be small.

Second, the battle took a shorter time.

This is what the saying goes: When you meet on a narrow road, you either die or I die.

Whether it is a rookie or an experienced veteran, it often takes only one second to see the winner and lose, and divide life and death.

With absolute numerical advantage, the remaining Japanese troops were quickly wiped out, with only a few people forming a formation and resisting tenaciously.

At their feet were both the fallen Japanese and Eighth Route Army soldiers.

A squad leader of the Third Company had red eyes. He was watching how the two soldiers of his squad died at the hands of this group of Japanese devils.

He held the gun in his hand tightly, greeted the remaining soldiers in the class, and prepared to fight against this group of Japanese devils.

"Zhang Huai, what are you doing!" When Wang Desheng saw the scene here, he picked up a machine gun and rushed over: "Don't be stupid. The Japanese who refuse to surrender will deal with them with bullets!"

"Wait, our captain has something to say." A Japanese soldier holding the commanding knife said loudly.

"Let me see what fart he is going to fart?" Li Yunlong came over at some point.

Although Wang Desheng was reluctant, his fingers on the trigger were still loose, but his muzzle was still aimed at those Japanese soldiers.

Li Yunlong swept the remaining three Japanese troops, one of whom, one of whom, one of whom was warrant officer, and one of whom was a big fish.

The Japanese army of less than a large squadron, based on past experience, was the supreme commander of this army.

Li Yunlong really wanted to hear what the Japanese were going to fart. If they surrendered, they rarely surrendered, so it would be even more difficult for the officers.

But that was not a problem. He liked to let the Japanese know who killed them. If they were knocked down with one shot and became a fool, they would feel that they would be missing something.

Ichian Nakano talked a lot, and the warrant officer holding the command knife could speak a little Chinese and could barely translate.

"Our captain said that the samurai of the Great Japanese Empire would rather die while standing than live on kneeling."

A defeated general pretended to be on his head.

Li Yunlong was angry when he heard this, and opened his mouth and cursed: "Don't he goofy, I'm not here to see you talk about Bushido, either surrender or I'll just rattle you."

"Remember, the one who beats you to death is Li Yunlong. Don't be a fool when you go to the King of Hell."

He was out of patience.

After hearing the translation of his subordinates, Ichian Nakano felt a little panicked. He was pointed at by so many guns, and he believed that if he dared to talk nonsense, the other party's commander would definitely let him die at the gun.

Then his little abacus would be in vain.

He said what he had already thought of: "Are you the commander of this army?"

Your ambush is still beyond my expectations. I admit that I failed. In terms of command, I am far inferior to your Excellency.

But I firmly believe that a person cannot be omnipotent, and your swordsmanship must be inferior to mine.

As a samurai, I am deeply sorry that I cannot compete with you. I beg you to choose a few opponents for me and let me show my samurai style.”

The warrant officer used his poor Chinese and intermittent translations. The words were definitely not the same as before, but the meaning was almost the same.

Li Yunlong showed off a blood-stained sword, "Damn, I actually made a defeated general look down on him."

He had the intention of fighting with this master, which made this guy convince him, but...

Zhang Dabiao hurried forward and secretly grabbed Li Yunlong's hand, and said loudly: "Captain, he is a brigade leader. According to our military system, he is just a battalion commander. He is not qualified to fight with you. Leave him to me."

Li Yunlong glanced at him and nodded.

The Japanese devil's superficial provocation method, is he Li Yunlong a fool?

However, when it comes to this, he cannot admit defeat in front of all the soldiers of the group.

Zhang Dabiao came up and handed a step tacitly, and he went down the donkey.

However, some people are more anxious than Zhang Dabiao.

After listening to the squad leader's story, Lu Wenyuan walked over cursingly: "Battery Commander, these three bastards have killed several soldiers in the Uh. You have to avenge the soldiers and give them all to Uh!"

The strongest thug in the new group is here, and Zhang Dabiao has no reason to refuse.

No one in the group was dissatisfied with Lu Wenyuan's hand-to-hand combat skills. Even Zhang Dabiao had to give him a thumbs up and say "convinced".

"Old Lu, then I'll leave it to you."

With Zhang Dabiao's permission, Lu Wenyuan came to the three of them with the 38th cover stained with blood and said, "Okay, don't talk nonsense, you three go together."

After the warrant officer finished translating, Ichia Nakano and another sergeant were both stunned for a moment.

The military officer thought he was arrogant. Could he be so tall that he could treat them as nothing?

As the highest commander, Ichia Nakano was well protected. Before fighting under the command, he also saw the "giants" who were killing bloodily and easily knocked down his subordinates.

At this time, when he heard that this "giant" wanted to hit the three of them alone, he felt no joy in his heart, but instead felt extremely heavy.

The three of them formed the usual formations of the Japanese army, with the sergeant standing in front, the warrant officer standing in the left, and the middle and the sergeant standing in the right.

This formation takes into account both protection and attack. Generally, with this formation, and the Japanese army often trains the stinging skills, they can deal with seven or eight enemies on the battlefield.

Several warriors from the third company had fallen under their formation.

Many new recruits who suffered losses under such a situation or saw their comrades falling down because of this, muttered in their hearts: "Company Commander Lu will suffer losses if he beats three by one!"

In comparison, the veteran was less worried. Several veterans who stood far and introduced to the recruits: "Have you seen the blood on Company Commander Lu?"

"See, from the top to the pants, was there blood. Is Corps Lü injured?"

The recruits were inevitably worried, thinking that Company Commander Lu was injured and had to fight three enemies. Isn’t that a bit too much?

The veteran sneered, patted the recruit on the shoulder and said, "How is that possible? It's all the blood of the Japanese!"

As he said this, Lu Wenyuan had already started to kill the enemy. He was 1.9 meters tall, and at most, 1.5 meters tall, or at most 1.6 meters tall, the giant was fighting the dwarf.

He grabbed the bayonet with one hand and stabbed it condescendingly, completely ignoring the bayonet that the enemy stabbed him into the abdomen.

The result was obvious. His arms were long and strong, and he could stab it with a rifle with one hand. When the bayonet pierced the sergeant's chest, the sergeant's bayonet was still thirty centimeters away from his abdomen.

Nakano Ichia and the warrant officer were about to step forward to siege Lu Wenyuan. At this moment, they saw the sergeant dragging the enemy with their death, and they rushed faster and faster.

There is no need to slash, and the two of them chose to stab with a samurai sword, trying to attack Lu Wenyuan's abdomen and causing him severe damage.

Faced with this critical moment, the timid recruits almost screamed. However, Lu Wenyuan seemed particularly calm.

He had already stabbed the sergeant at his rifle, threw it back with his backhand, and the rifle with a bayonet was like a javelin, stabbing the warrant officer in the abdomen, causing him to take a step back and sit down on the ground.

On the right side, Ichia Nakano was stabbed to death by him with a rifle that stabbed the sergeant to death.

The Grand Master's command knife didn't even touch the hair.

The three pokes were straightforward and smooth, just like art. The new recruits were stunned, and the veterans were amazed.

This is not a confrontation, it is simply a massacre.

Zhang Dabiao asked curiously: "Old Lu, how many Japanese devils did you kill with a bayonet today?"

Lu Wenyuan took back his rifle, stopped in place and recalled for a moment, and replied: "These three are exactly seventeen."

There were only thirteen people in a small Japanese army, and there were more than one small unit to kill.

There were fifty-four people in a full team, and he killed one-third of them alone.

Wow, the group of people were so surprised that they didn't know what to say.

But thinking about Lu Wenyuan's previous record, killing twenty-seven Japanese devils in one battle, it seems that these seventeen are reasonable.

A veteran still remembers that when Company Commander Lu was attacked by a Japanese agent, he stabbed his waist and abdomen. Otherwise, twenty-seven were definitely not the highest record, and he could have killed more than thirty of him no matter what.

And this time, it was purely because the enemy was not enough to kill.

Ichian Nakano, who was lying on his back on the ground, did not die immediately. On his dying moment, he recalled a lot.

If you were not eager to make contributions and not to divide your troops with the Colonel, you would not have come here.

If he hadn't been too arrogant and had ignored the fortifications under his nose, he might not have been ambushed.

If she is ambushed, she will not be greedy to hold on to the Eighth Route Army and stand firm and wait for help. Instead, she will make a quick decision to break back and maybe she will not have to die here.

If... hoho, he was trapped in eternal darkness.

After the battle, the entire group of soldiers began to clean the battlefield in a hurry.

"Captain, seize a mortar." Someone from the third company shouted excitedly, wishing that everyone in the regiment could hear it.

"Where?" Li Yunlong suddenly became energetic and did not look like a leader at all. He was not running too fast or flying too low.

When he saw the mortar, he went up and gently stroked the cannon barrel as if he saw his wife, and his saliva was almost flowing down.

"Captain, have you seized the mortar?"

Wang Chengzhu ran a little slower than him, and followed Li Yunlong.

When Li Yunlong saw him, he waved his hand quickly: "Come on, Zhuzi, look, how about this mortar? Can you play with it?"

"Captain, you underestimate people! You can question my drinking capacity, but you can't question my skills in playing cannons. When did I disappoint you?" Wang Chengzhu was already getting started.

He observed in detail and found that the 97-style was written on the cannon, so he had some estimates about the model of the cannon.
To be continued...