The last bit of afterglow on the horizon finally dissipated, the light in the valley dimmed completely, the team was still advancing, the captain stopped, took out the map and unfolded it, and the guards around him immediately turned on the flashlight to illuminate the map.

A gunshot rang out, the captain looked at the blood splashed on his chest in amazement, dripping on the map of China, as brilliant as cherry blossoms, he was homesick, thinking of his hometown in Kanto, thinking of his mother and wife and children, he felt the cold, he wanted to sleep when it was cold, and the sound of gunfire in his ears did not stop him from closing his eyes tiredly.

The guard was stunned to see that his squadron leader was shot and fell to the ground, and the soldier's intuition made him immediately realize something, and he reflexively threw himself to the ground, his body collided with the protruding rock, and he almost lost his breath.

However, he could no longer care about the pain in his body, the enemy attacked, damn the enemy appeared here, their unit was ambushed by the Chinese army, suffered heavy losses, and their squadron lost most of it before breaking out of the encirclement, and had to flee into the mountains in a hurry to avoid the pursuit of the enemy.

Ambush, ambush again, these people knew about the ambush, and at this time his ears were full of continuous gunshots, which made him feel terrible, maybe he was going to die in this unknown ravine.

But the pride of the Imperial warriors does not allow him to be cowardly, and no amount of enemies will make the Imperial warriors lose their fighting spirit, since they can't escape, then they will fight to the death.

The sudden shooting of the third platoon, after several battles, the marksmanship is now a lot more accurate, and the results are still good, and more than ten devils immediately fell, but this is also like stabbing a hornet's nest, these little devils reacted very quickly, and immediately began to counterattack, and without any tentative attack, they directly launched a comprehensive attack on their three platoon positions.

The so-called horizontal ones are afraid of the Leng, the ones who are afraid of dying, the terrain advantage of the three rows itself is offset by the advantage of the devil's firepower, and now these guys are attacking like crazy and dying, and the three rows are immediately suppressed.

Zhang Yunfei was depressed to death, his mother's gang of little devils didn't follow the routine, he originally planned to retreat after blocking for a while, and take these little devils for a walk, so that they would have no chance to harm the people, but I didn't expect them to fight hard as soon as they came up.

As soon as the two sides fought, they fought to the death, the fighting was unusually ferocious, the marksmanship of the devils was not covered, the casualties of the three platoons were increasing, and it was only a matter of time before the positions they defended were attacked by the devils.

However, Zhang Yunfei has no way, in this anxious state, he can only resist hard, it is impossible to evacuate at all, once the retreat is dispersed, it will become a rout, and he will be chased and killed by the little devils, and he can't escape if he wants to.

Zhang Yunfei's body felt cold, on the one hand, because the sweat soaked his clothes, and on the other hand, the devils who attacked from the bottom of the hill to the top three rows, the cold light like the moon of a series of bayonets made him feel cold.

The three rows of them really kicked the iron plate, most of the people they dealt with in the past were puppet soldiers, and now this group of devils is obviously different, they are the elite of the devils, and this is the first time in his life that he has fought with devils, maybe it is also the last time, he aimed at a devil, fired a shot and didn't even have time to see the results, and immediately lowered his body, the top of his head was the sparks of the mountain rocks hit by bullets, the little devils reacted too fast, and the marksmanship was even more accurate, and there were a few more holes in his body if he was slow.

Changed a position, poked out the muzzle, aimed at a devil who bent over and climbed the hillside, snapped, Zhang Yunfei pulled the trigger, immediately shrank his head and shifted to the next shooting position, and yelled: "All move for me, if you don't want to die, don't fucking lie in a place." ”

At this time, his roar may not have any bullshit effect, but he is a platoon commander, and he must behave calmly and calmly in order to calm people's hearts, if he also shows a panicked look, the team may collapse.

"Don't panic, give me a beating." He could only use loud yells to boost morale and relieve everyone's pressure.

War, sometimes not determined by strength, but by momentum, when the momentum is strong, it is not impossible to defeat the strong with the weak.

Sometimes, however, when the gap is huge, courage and momentum become as powerless as Don Quixote.

Although they killed more than a dozen devils in the first round of sudden attacks, and in the following battle, they took advantage of the favorable terrain to eliminate dozens of devils, but the number of devils was still forty or fifty, but they also paid a heavy price, more than ten people had fallen on the ground, and there was no sound.

If you look at the battle loss ratio, this battle is worthy of pride, but people are not consumables, and he can't do such a ruthless accounting.

The distance between the devils is getting closer and closer, even at night, he can clearly see the hideous faces of the other party, of course, at this time, their own expressions are equally hideous.

War is inherently crazy, crazy not like people, it is the devil, the devil who only knows how to kill.

Zhang Yunfei shot coldly, and from time to time the little devil who was shot rolled down the hillside, crackling gunshots, the roar of the soldiers, and the little devils screaming and scolding.

He didn't expect the battle to be like this, these little devils are too capable of fighting, it is completely a lifeless way of playing, Zhang Yunfei at this time is in a dilemma, retreat or stick.

From the perspective of the situation, it must be held, once it retreats, this breath will be released, and then it can only be chased and killed by the little devils, and there are countless cases of being chased and killed by the devils without the strength to fight back due to rout.

But if they don't withdraw, then the fate that awaits them will not be too good, it is a matter of time before this mountain beam can't hold it, the little devil is getting closer and closer, and as they approach, the devil's accurate marksmanship advantage is getting bigger and bigger.

Now he must make up his mind, run away now, maybe some of them can be lucky to escape the pursuit of the devil, but such an act is shameful, even if he can escape, then he will bear the shame of desertion, and turn his back on his brothers and comrades who live and die together.

Instead of turning his back to the enemy to see luck, it is better to face the enemy and die on the way to charge, looking at the enemy who is getting closer and closer, there is no point in holding on, and he can only be named one by one by the little devil's accurate marksmanship, although he can't bear it, but he has to make a decision, Zhang Yunfei shouted: "Brothers, fight with the little devil, let's see you in the next life if we are lucky." He jumped out of the trench first.

"Kill ......" The three platoons of people heard the order and jumped out of the trench one after another.

Who the hell said that the devil has the spirit of bushido, if he dares to stand in front of Zhang Yunfei and say, he will not hesitate to stab him to death with a bayonet, and it is the most dangerous when he jumps out of the trench and has not yet rushed up, several soldiers were hit on the spot and rolled down the uphill slope, which is even if he is dead, he will accompany everyone to charge.

Zhang Yunfei felt that he was now like Don Quixote, launching a charge without victory, but the shouts of the people felt that there were thousands of troops and horses charging, he seemed to hear the loud charge horn sounding, as if telling the blood of the children of China, they dared to use flesh and blood to form a Great Wall to resist the invaders, the devils with superior forces, their charge was destined to go and never return, but everyone still rushed out without regrets.

At this time, Zhang Yunfei suddenly thought of Qi Dajiu, was that guy the same as he thought now, Lao Tzu couldn't beat you and kill you, uh, now he is out of control, but he still has no idea of slowing down, just trying to control his body, and stabbing at the devil on the opposite side with a bayonet.

His bayonet stabbed into the devil's chest, and because of the inertia of the impact, he could no longer hold the rifle in his hand, and the rifle was gone.

The little devil also stabbed a bayonet without giving in, and the little devil was picked up from the bottom up, and due to the advantage of the terrain, Zhang Yunfei dodged the other party's stab on one side. But the synergy of the devil's stab is annoying.

He didn't be able to avoid the bayonet of the devil on the side, he felt a slight chill in his waist and abdomen, and the whole person crashed into the devil in front of him out of control, this guy was stabbed by himself and didn't fall to the ground, and was hit by himself, even if he was saved, it is estimated that it will be over, the two collided together, rolled down the hillside, and Zhang Yunfei who rolled down the hillside felt that the world was shaking, it was dark, and he felt that his body was chilling, is this death, before losing consciousness, Zhang Yunfei suddenly thought of his parents, and I don't know how they lived in the distant future.