Chapter 293 Blood in the Storm!
"Forward! Move forward!" The officers waved the command knife in their hands and began to run. They also saw the tragic battle on the left wing. At this time, they could no longer hesitate at all. The soldiers also clenched the guns that had been equipped with bayonets in their hands and began to run forward. Facing the troops with grenadiers, the best way was to move forward, entangled with the enemy, or retreat quickly and stay away from those terrible killers...
"After shooting, take 20 steps back, hold the weapons in your hands, check your bayonets, and get ready for battle." Liang Shuisheng also adjusted his tactics and gave orders loudly. Except that the grenadiers still dropped grenades on the enemy's way from time to time to kill and disrupt the opponent's offensive rhythm, all the soldiers who had finished shooting were quickly retreating the whole team, and then pulled out the bayonets pinned to their waist. , put it on the barrel of the gun fiercely.
The strange and ferocious three-edged shape of the snowy bayonet is emitting a strange light under the light of thunder and lightning, just like the fangs of the prehistoric beast, eager to drink the blood of its prey... When the first Dutch officer who has experienced a lot of hardships, raised his command knife and jumped to the sandbag position, immediately It aroused the warm cheers of the Dutch soldiers who were still trying to move forward. However, in just a short moment, the brave Dutch officer even had time to unfold the smile on his face, and was viciously swept through his legs with a snow-stretted sword. A cold light reflected the lightning in the sky. It has to be so strange.
The excitement on the Dutch officer's face turned into fear and soon into pain. He, who lost his left calf, threw away the command knife in his hand, held the calf that was constantly spewing blood, and let out a terrible wailing like a dying beast.
Then, with a crisp gunshot, a bullet directly penetrated into his neck, almost breaking his thick and strong neck. The broken flesh and blood splashed around, and the officer's head was folded backwards in a strange way. His cat-eye-like pupils first shrank to the size of a needle eye, and then gradually Gradually magnifying and spreading, the expression on his face was finally fixed in a trace of confusion and panic.
Liang Shuisheng looked coldly at the Dutch officer who fell under his knife and revolver, and slowly retreated to the soldiers of the Special First Battalion, who had been in the counterattack formation.
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"Soldiers, hold the gun in your hand, flatten your bayones, and practice two hours of stabbing every day. Now you can take it as your instinct.
In order to kill these white-skinned ghosts, for the prestige of our Lao Liang family! Ten thousand wins!" Liang Shuisheng looked coldly at the Dutchmen who began to gather on the chest wall, and let the rain hit his cheeks, helmets, and skirts, loudly announcing a fact to the robes around him.
"Wan Sheng! Ten thousand wins! Wansheng!!!" Two thousand soldiers of the special battalion flattened the bayonets in their hands, and the rushing rain seemed to wash away the last trace of dust on the bayonets, so that they could pierce their robes and skin freely and penetrate into the blood and muscles.
"Forward, for the Netherlands!" Seeing his comrade-in-arms fall, Marbury's eyes were red, and the short fire in his hand had been discarded. The only weapon in his hand was the sharp command knife. As his command knife waved, the Dutch soldiers roared, rushed to the sandbag chest wall, and launched at the soldiers of the other side's special battalion. Charged.
Mei Acai stood not far from Liang Shuisheng. The rain on the helmet slid down the edge of the helmet, but it could not block his sight. The bullet in the gun had been fired. Now his only weapon was the bayonet stuck on the barrel. Holding the gun in his hand, Mei Acai tilted his head and pointed to his comrade-in-arms Liang Pingshun, who was standing on his side for half a step. Brother, remember later that we must not be too far away. The better we cooperate, the more we can kill more opponents.
"Well, don't worry, these Dutch white ghosts can't be our opponents." Liang Pingshun nodded and spit fiercely with rain. We are the second in the consecutive assassination group of the special battalion. If we kill less for a while, it's strange not to let those dogs be a joke.
"That's right, this is the soldier of my Lao Liang family, not a mother's bastard!" A majestic voice appeared beside them with a strong and burly figure.
"Young master?!" Liang Pingshun stared at the figure that appeared beside him in a daze, and shouted after a short moment.
Liang Pengfei laughed, revealing his snow-white teeth and slapped Liang Pingshun's helmet. Don't talk nonsense, the enemy is coming up. Brothers, we are pirates. We are pirates of the Liang family. At sea, whether it is stormy or the other party's ships and cannons, they have fallen at our feet without exception. Now, we will stand on the land and continue to prove that the pirates of the Liang family, no matter in any environment, They will be invincible and invincible!" Liang Pengfei raised a gun with a bayonet in his hand and roared loudly. Now, get ready!"
On his left and right, countless heinous relatives and guards surged up. They held a sword in one hand and a left wheel in the other. A pair of blood-eating people are looking at the enemy who is about to jump over the sand wall in front of them with the eyes of a fanatical battle**.
Just as the Dutch soldiers jumped to the top of the sand wall, Liang Pengfei waved the sword in his hand fiercely: "Kill them!"
"Kill!" The soldiers of the special battalion of the 2,000 Liang family army roared together as if they were in their hearts, showed their bayonets, took a big step, faced the storm, and hit the enemy fiercely.
Liang Pengfei held a bayonet and rushed forward with small fragments. He did not need to guard against the enemies on both sides, because Monk Chen and Bai Shusheng would definitely defeat the enemies who dared to attack him from the side.
Opposite, the Dutch soldier Kafu had just jumped over the sand wall and jumped to the ground. Because of the heavy rain, he staggered. However, he soon stood firmly. When he had just adjusted the center of gravity of his body and flattened the long gun and took two steps forward, he saw a strong soldier rushing from the opposite side. His dark eyes flashed like thunder and lightning, and his heavy footsteps splashed the rain in all directions. The bright tip of the knife is dazzling under the intersection of thunder and lightning.
"For the Netherlands!" Kafu summoned up his courage, roared loudly, ran forward a few steps, and then stabbed the other party's chest fiercely. But at this time, the other party's gun was slightly slanted, and it happened to be stopped on the knife of his bayonet, and patted his full force into the void. Kafu didn't even have time to close his rapid footsteps. The other party's oblique bayonet suddenly sank. Kafu felt that the junction of his chest and abdomen seemed to be a mosquito bite. After a sip, something pulled away from his body, as if he had pumped all his strength together.
Kafu reluctantly lowered his head and widened his eyes to see what had happened to his body, but he only saw a spring of blood, which was spewing out, mixed with the rain falling from the sky, becoming lighter and lighter... After Liang Pengfei pulled out the bayonet, he no longer looked at the fallen one. At the glance of his opponent, he had faced the next enemy. On his left and right, the left wheel in the hands of the guards finally began to show their power in the heavy rain. From time to time, the sparks made one Dutch after another fall into the rain-soaked mud with an expression of disbelief and astonishment.
Monk Chen's face was as cold and hard as iron. His strange power like a wild beast made his men have no match at all. Every time he waved the sword with exaggerated weight and shape, he would cut his opponent into four pieces with a gun. The Dutch soldiers howled and rushed to him. But they all turned into fallen corpses, and several wounds wiped by bayonets appeared on his body. However, the soaked blood stains were quickly melted away by the rain.
Monk Chen didn't care about such a scar at all. On the contrary, he was more like a brown bear inspired by the wild name. He roared and waved the knife with both hands. The stirred the knife made the rain bounce around like a bullet, which made the skin of the person hurt.
The fifth Dutch soldier who rushed forward was cut in two pieces from his waist and abdomen, and the upper half of his body flew out a few steps. The unlucky Dutchman tried to open his mouth, stretched out his arms, and his open mouth quickly gushed out of bright red blood. His lower limbs, which had just stood in place, were now falling to the ground strangely, pedaling... Even some Dutch soldiers with bad psychological quality directly let go of their hands and fell on their weapons, with expressions and eyes looked so frightened and timid.
On the other side, Monk Chen has no sword in his hand. He holds a revolver in each hand. The two revolvers in his hand are like the death sticker of the Lord of the Lord of the Yan. Every time he pulls the trigger, he will emit a strange red light in this dark and noisy space, and there will be a Dutch soldier who can't believe it. The ground covered the wound and fell on the muddy ground, and the wet military uniform on his body was soon mixed with mud and blood into a strange color.
The roar, the sound of guns, the collision of bayonets, and the temporary screams and shouts, intertwined under the thunder and lightning in the sky and heavy rain into a terrible Shura hell.
For the fourth or fifth time, Liang Pengfei pulled out a bayonet from the enemy's chest and abdomen and ran forward, and finally stopped in front of the sand-made chest wall. After wiping a handful of blood on his face, there were no Dutch soldiers behind the chest wall in front of him. Only the close-up scene covered by the heavy rain, the deep pits blown up by grenades and the bodies of the Dutch, and some of the injured were still struggling in the mud.
Liang Pengfei then found that he had penetrated the other party's attack formation. He took a deep breath and looked at the blood stain being quickly washed away by the rain. With a three-edged bayonet overflowing with cold light, Liang Pengfei bent a smooth arc at the corners of his mouth. This is the war I hope for.
(to be continued)