Chapter 36 Think of the second story of the year: hand-to-hand combat

The old man sat on a tattered wicker chair. (I think the protagonists of the story back then were all old people, but in the story, they were young back then. This is quite subtle.) The old man was as old as that wicker chair, no one would notice it anywhere.Adding up two unobtrusive things, the result is still unobtrusive.Therefore, the old man was sitting in a corner of the warehouse, and the dozen or so young people in the center of the warehouse thought he didn't exist at all.A tall man threw a large bundle of hose irons with one end sharpened to the ground, and made a shocking sound. They fell apart, and everyone bent over to pick up one and held it in their hands. hands, waving.

One of them, rolling and making noise, rolled to the old man's feet.A young man followed, and seeing the old man staring at him with wide eyes, he cried out strangely: There is a man here!Look, people are so old and still alive! The cry attracted everyone to look at the old man. The tall man was obviously the leader. With a whimper, he waved the hose in his hand. The voice was full of violence: "Don't pay attention to him, let's go tonight, the other party is also a man." Ruthless, fight with your body, either you die or I die! At this moment, the old man suddenly stood up.Under the dim light of the warehouse, his dry cheeks were blushing. His eyes were a little straight, but there was a strange brilliance shining in the cloudy eyeballs.He could only hear him answering in a hoarse voice: Yes!Platoon leader!Defend the country and defend the family, determined to kill the enemy!

The shout that he gave out after exhausting the vitality in his shriveled chest sounded extremely strange to those young people, but the aura of the old man shocked them! The old man not only yelled, but also moved.He raised his toes and staggered. Although he kicked up a section of the hose iron on the ground, he did not cooperate with his dexterity. Seeing that the hose iron was about to fall on his head, a young man beside him, with sharp eyes and quick hands, stretched out his hand Catch it, the old man drank it majestically: Give it to me! The young man couldn't help but handed him the hose iron. As soon as he took it in his hand, he took a horse step and thrust out suddenly. It seems that the posture is not bad.His expression also became almost fanatical.His voice was still hoarse, and every word was forced out with the rest of his life: melee combat!Most hand-to-hand fighters on the battlefield have excellent weapons, and we have a spirit that is not afraid of death!

While screaming hoarsely, he chops or stabs or lifts or suppresses, and moves forward or backward, left or right, and dances with a piece of hose iron in his hand like a tiger and a tiger, with great law. All the young people were stunned, most of them wanted to laugh, but they couldn't, so they could only stare at him. The old man is still waving the weapon in his hand, still screaming: I think back then, I don’t know how many times I have fought in hand-to-hand combat, big and small. The old man has returned to the past, he is a young soldier, the bayonet on the rifle is polished, and it can reflect his young and stubborn face.In the village, there were at least three girls who were turned upside down by this handsome, masculine face, and were willing to put their own pretty face on it.

Of course, the bright bayonet is not used as a mirror, but to kill the enemy. With a rush, when the brothers rush forward, the body no longer exists, what exists is a courage, a will, A determination to defend his country to the death. Therefore, running forward quickly, sweat drenched the clothes, which also made the vision blurred, but made the goal clearer.In front, densely packed enemies with shining bayonets in their hands also uttered heart-pounding calls and rushed forward. It seems that both sides are the same, but of course they are different from invading other countries on the one hand and defending their own country on the other.

Justice and injustice! In such a hand-to-hand combat, this will determine who wins and who loses! He saw the enemy's face contorting and shaking, his bayonet stabbed out and retracted, and the wound shot out streams of blood, rushing to his face, hot and fishy; devil's blood is not human blood! He kept screaming, stabbing and chopping.The devils fell one by one in front of him, and he saw the faces of the devils full of fear. Since the devils are afraid, there is nothing to be afraid of.As a result, he became more courageous and more powerful; with a sharp bayonet, he slashed obliquely, and even split a devil's head in half!He will never forget the way the devil who lost half of his head waved his hands!

Two young men supported the old man who was shaking and panting.The old man's voice became even hoarse: Don't think I'm lying to you, it's all true, look at the scars on my body, they are all stabbed by bayonets, the enemy's bayonets!No matter how many enemy bayonets there are, in the end, they still told us to drive them out! He tugged at the clothes with both hands, and finally pulled the clothes off, his bony, wrinkled skin was covered with scars. He gasped, raised his head, and raised his chest: Back then, when I fought hand-to-hand, it was the Japanese devils. Tonight, you are also going to fight hand-to-hand. What kind of enemy are you fighting?Also to defend the country?

All the young people bowed their heads. The old man slowly returned to the wicker chair and sat down again, his shriveled chest was still heaving rapidly.