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Needless to say, Han Feng and the monk's marksmanship, three times five divided by two, with the help of this bright moonlight, they were originally close to the Japanese army in the ambush circle, and one bullet eliminated an enemy, and in an instant, the two of them killed five or six devils.

But the performance of the defeated soldiers greatly surprised Han Feng.

56 guns, even if they are broken again, if they continue to fight in this round, according to Han Feng's budget, half of the strength of this Japanese squad should be lost here.

But the fact is that if you listen carefully, there should be 56 gunshots out of 56 broken guns, and less than half of them are shots.

That's it, but I knocked down seven or eight devils.

Han Feng still underestimated the spontaneous fear of the Japanese army in the hearts of these defeated and defeated soldiers, and when the devils entered the ambush circle and stood in front of them, their hearts were already trembling.

Especially when the devil scouts came over, one by one the routs covered their heads on the ground, Han Feng couldn't make a sound to warn, and he didn't notice it, until the ambush circle battle broke out, they came back to their senses, got up from their prostrates, and pointed their guns at the Japanese soldiers in the ambush circle.

But the little devil's reaction was so fast, just after Han Feng's gunshot fell.

There was no panic, but after a short period of coming back to their senses, the Japanese squad locked the direction of Han Feng and his party, and two crooked light machine guns took the lead in strafing with the cooperation of several devils.

The devil didn't care whether he could beat it or not, he first suppressed Han Feng and his party with machine gun firepower, and then built a squad firepower to counterattack.

And under the Japanese machine-gun fire, how did these routers behave?

The routs who finally got up from their prostrate state and pointed their guns at the devils, and under the strafing of this machine gun, they almost frightened their souls, and quickly retracted their heads again.

Some of the routs were clever enough to stick their arms outstretched, hold their rifles, and shoot at the bottom of the dirt slope in general directions.

Isn't this a blind cat touching a dead mouse?

If you can beat the devil, you can see the ghost!

Han Feng also realized the seriousness of the problem at this time, and if he continued to fight like this, let alone eliminate this Japanese squad, I am afraid that his party will be wiped out.

The two grenades were thrown up by the little devil in an instant.

Boom –

Three or four routers were blown out directly.

Han Feng roared angrily: "Jiang Long-"

Jiang Long didn't disappoint Han Feng, he rushed up the dirt slope and yelled, "Kill—"

The soldiers probably knew that it was time for life and death, so they mustered up all their courage, held hoes and shovels, followed Jiang Long's steps, and rushed down the dirt slope.

The stormtroopers spread out, pulling two lines down from both sides of the dirt slope.

The devil immediately turned the muzzle of the light machine gun, and the muzzle of the light machine gun spat out tongues of fire, and several routed soldiers fell directly and rolled down the dirt slope.

The casualties increased in an instant.

"Monk, save ammunition and beat the devil's machine gunner to Lao Tzu first."

Han Feng rushed to kill one of the Japanese machine gunners who was firing frantically, and then killed the two machine gun deputies who were carrying the butts on their shoulders with two shots.

The monk did the same, and the two light machine guns of the Japanese squad were temporarily muted.

But the devil's two rifle teams are still there, these little devils are accurate in marksmanship, not afraid of danger, even under the lower slope, they can aim at the soldiers charging down the dirt slope with one shot.

I don't know who took the lead, maybe it's out of habit in my bones!

Halfway through the charge, the warriors were once again routed, and began to turn around and retreat.

Isn't that?

The soldier is greedy for life and afraid of death to such a point.

Jiang Long took the lead in the charge and yelled at the retreating people: "Damn, how many times have you been a deserter?" Haven't you fucking had enough?

Don't run, rush to Lao Tzu!

If you can't kill the little devil, we have to finish the fun! ”

However, this stems from this fear in the bones, who listens to him? Especially on the battlefield where the bullets roared, a few bullets grazed his scalp, and the little blood that Jiang Long finally ignited was immediately extinguished.

Jiang Long, whose eyes were split, did not retreat, he continued to charge, while scolding: "It is better to be a comrade-in-arms with you, than to be a companion with a dog!" Lao Tzu really believes in evil! ”

Han Feng saw that the situation was reversed, and the ambush was about to be beaten by the ambush, he didn't dare to wait any longer, the air flow accumulated in his chest suddenly exploded, and the roar was like a tiger roaring from the forest:

"Houyong regiment, those who escaped from the battle, military law will deal with it!

Kill—"

The killing of one person shouted out the majesty of the whole regiment.

Han Feng carried a bayonet and sprinted down the slope of the dirt slope at an extremely fast speed.

In this scene, the military commander took the lead and sacrificed his life to die, coupled with Han Feng's roar, it was like a twilight drum and morning bell that exploded in the hearts of the retreating routs.

The routs, who were only concerned about choosing a way to flee, stopped, turned their heads, and then saw a scene that they would never forget in their lives:

The regiment commander Wu Feng has rushed into the Japanese camp, in the past, it seemed to them that there were even some blunt bayonets, but at this moment, the cold light flickered, the shadow of the knife was hazy, and in an instant, the strong Japanese soldiers were like chickens and dogs, and in front of this god-like man, they became as fragile as tissue paper.

The devil's flesh was cut open by his bayonet, and the blood drifted under the bright moonlight.

With each spurt, the Japanese soldiers were like they were dumbfounded, and they had no time to make any effective defenses.

The devils seemed to be frightened by this murderous aura, and in the blink of an eye, several corpses had fallen around Han Feng, and the remaining devils all took a step back and stared at Han Feng with frightened eyes.

The monk and the other warriors who followed closely behind Han Feng also rushed into the camp of the Japanese army.

Jiang Long rubbed his eyes, his face was full of incredulity, as if he had seen a ghost, and then he was not shocked, but afraid, he remembered that he seemed to be preparing to fight with the head of the regiment.

It seems that it is better to dispel this idea in this life.

Isn't that undercuting?

"Kill—"

Jiang Long also rushed with a bayonet.

The original routs were shocked and did not retreat again, whether they were holding hoes or shovels, they also screamed and charged at the Japanese squad.

As a result, this ambush battle quickly turned into a hand-to-hand hand-to-hand battle.

More than 300 routs and dozens of devils were entangled.

Although the moon is bright, it is difficult to distinguish between friend and foe for a while.

Fortunately, Han Feng and his entourage were wrapped around the leaves as a disguise, and this is the best thing to distinguish.

Under the moonlight, as long as there is a noise on the body when you run, then you are definitely the brothers of the Houyong Group, on the contrary, they are naturally devils.

The white-knuckle battle quickly entered a white heat in this situation.

The little devil is not miserable, although the military literacy is first-class, and the bayonet assault ability is even better, but two fists are hard to beat four hands, how can one do three or four, or even five, six, seven or eight.

How did some devils die? The hoe was dug into the chest, the shovel was cut at the neck, and the gray rake was pierced into the thigh...... In short, it's really a different scar.

The soldiers seemed to be frightened by the devils, and finally they were able to win the battle and gain the upper hand, but they were afraid that the little devils would not be able to die, so they each gave a dead hand, and then a dead hand, and some of the devils were obviously out of breath and were still stabbing knives there.

It seems to wash away all the humiliation that has been suffocated all the way, as if to remove the fear of the Japanese army from the bones.

At the end of the killing, some soldiers even lay on the corpse of the devil and wept bitterly, crying while mending a few knives to the corpse under them from time to time.

The monk's eyelids jumped, "Third brother, these guys can't be crazy, right?" It's just a devil kill, as for it? ”

Han Feng shook his head and said calmly: "Let them go, they have a great humiliation in their hearts, and only in this way can they slowly vent out." ”

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