Bright Sword: Double penetration of the dealer, shocking Li Yunlong

A series of artillery shells streaked across the night sky and accurately hit the Japanese firepower points.

The Japanese firepower was immediately suppressed and the momentum of the attack slowed down.

"This old man is really amazing! His ancestors must have been very kind!" Master Liu muttered while wiping his sweat.

The fighting was also fierce on the Western Front.

Kong Jie led his troops and stubbornly resisted the Japanese attack.

But the Japanese army was too strong, and they came in wave after wave, like an endless tide.

Kong Jie led the soldiers in a fierce hand-to-hand combat with the Japanese army.

He wielded his sword, chopping down one Japanese soldier after another.

But he also suffered many wounds, and his military uniform was stained with blood.

"Captain Kong, you are injured. Go down and rest!" a soldier said anxiously.

"No! I can't leave! I must hold my position!" Kong Jie gritted his teeth and said firmly.

At this moment, a shell exploded next to Kong Jie.

Kong Jie was blown away by the huge shock wave, fell heavily to the ground and fell unconscious.

"Captain Kong! Captain Kong!" the soldiers exclaimed and rushed over to help him up.

At this moment, Li Jingrong rushed to the western front.

When he saw Kong Jie lying unconscious, his heart ached.

He personally carried Kong Jie away from the front line, then said to the soldiers: "Comrades, Commander Kong is injured. I will take command from now on! I promise you all, I will fight to the end for Commander Kong in this battle!"

He walked up to Kong Jie, held his hand, and said softly, "Don't worry, Lao Kong. With me here, we won't lose the position!"

Kong Jie smiled weakly and said in a weak voice: "I feel relieved when you are here..."

Li Jingrong looked at Kong Jie, his heart filled with admiration and emotion.

He knew that for the victory of this war, there were countless heroes like Kong Jie who sacrificed their lives, shed their blood, and fought bravely one after another.

"Comrades, charge for victory!" Li Jingrong drew out his command knife and shouted loudly.

The soldiers responded in unison, their morale high.

They gripped their weapons tightly and launched a fierce charge towards the enemy.

At this moment, a soldier came running over: "Brigade Commander, Commander Chu is calling!"

Li Jingrong took the telegram, quickly read it through, and a solemn look appeared on his face.

He looked up into the distance and saw the deafening sound of artillery fire coming faintly from the center line...

Li Jingrong clutched the telegram tightly in his hand, each word resonating like the beating of a war drum: "Pass the order down, everyone, prepare... charge!"

The deafening explosion almost tore the eardrums, and the hot air waves, carrying the smell of dirt and blood, hit everyone's face.

Li Jingrong took a deep breath, and the fishy and sweet taste rushed into his head, stimulating his adrenaline to surge.

He could feel the ground shaking beneath his feet, see the fire burning in the soldiers' eyes, hear their heavy breathing, and the suppressed roar that was about to erupt.

"Damn it, little Japs, I'm going to fight you to the death!" Someone shouted first, and then the deafening shouts of killing echoed throughout the valley.

The soldiers of the New 1st Brigade rushed towards the enemy with roars like tigers out of the cage.

Li Jingrong took the lead, and the big knife in his hand drew cold rays in the air.

He could feel the vibrations from the blade, see the blood of his enemies splattering, and hear their wails before death.

He was already blood-thirsty, with only one thought in his mind: kill!

kill!

kill!

A Japanese officer waved his command knife and rushed towards Li Jingrong fiercely.

Li Jingrong did not dodge or evade, but rushed forward to meet his blade.

The two knives collided fiercely, making a harsh sound of metal friction.

Li Jingrong's arm shook, and a huge force surged, making it almost impossible for him to hold the knife in his hand.

But he gritted his teeth and held on.

"Go to hell!" Li Jingrong roared, exerted force suddenly, and the big knife in his hand chopped down like lightning.

The Japanese officer opened his eyes wide and a look of horror appeared on his face.

He wanted to dodge, but it was too late.

"puff!"

The big knife hit the Japanese officer's head hard, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

The Japanese officer screamed, his body swayed, and he fell to the ground.

Li Jingrong wiped the blood off his face and looked around.

The soldiers were engaged in a fierce hand-to-hand combat with the enemy. The shouts, screams, and the clashing of swords intertwined into a symphony of blood and fire.

He saw Duan Peng waving the bayonet in his hand and stabbing the enemy frantically.

He saw Zhao Gang commanding the artillery, pouring fire on the enemy positions.

He saw countless soldiers fall, but more people rushed forward one after another, defending the land beneath their feet with their flesh and blood.

Li Jingrong knew very well that this was the final decisive battle.

Either you die or I die.

He must lead the soldiers and fight their way out with blood and life!

"We are the Iron-Blooded New 1st Brigade, there is no retreat!" Li Jingrong roared to the sky, his voice like thunder, echoing over the battlefield.

When the soldiers heard Li Jingrong's cry, their blood boiled and they rushed towards the enemy without hesitation.

They knew that this battle was a matter of life and death for them and the fate of the entire nation.

They must fight to the death to create a future for themselves, their families and their country!

A soldier stumbled and fell to the ground. Just when he was in despair, a pair of big hands supported him.

"Don't be afraid, get up and keep fighting!"

He looked up and saw Li Jingrong's resolute face.

Hope lit up in his eyes, he struggled to his feet and rushed towards the enemy again.

The roar of artillery fire gradually subsided, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder.

Li Jingrong dragged his tired body and walked forward step by step.

His uniform was soaked in blood, and the blade of the sword in his hand was bent.

But he still stood straight, like a god of war made of steel.

He suddenly stopped, his brows furrowed, his eyes fixed on the direction of the center position.

He vaguely heard an unusual sound.

"Brigade Commander, it seems... it seems..." The radio operator ran over in a panic, but was interrupted by Li Jingrong before he could finish his words.

“Stop talking!”