Facts have proved that Han Feng's judgment is right, as soon as the battle began, Li Yunlong never thought of fighting an ambush war in a proper manner, and the family background of the new regiment was too damn cold, and he had no capital to fight an ambush war at all.

In addition, Li Yunlong has taken a fancy to the mortars in the hands of these two devil squads, which is a good thing, but the devils are not vegetarians, as soon as the ambush battle starts, the soldiers of the new regiment under their strong artillery fire will definitely suffer heavy damage, not to mention, grenadiers? Li Yunlong didn't even think about it, the little devil lived in a place where the projectile could be flooded at any time, and he was more accustomed to the days of buckling the rope than the Chinese people, and they also saw the grenadier as precious, even on the eve of defeat and death, they would not hesitate to blow up the grenadier and never let it fall into the hands of the Chinese soldiers.

But he, Li Yunlong, is eyeing these treasures, so what should he do? There is only one way to carry out a short-distance handover of white-knuckle combat, taking advantage of the little devil's overwhelm, and directly snatching the weapon.

At this time, Li Yunlong was already excited, and when the smoke caused by the grenade was filled, he almost rushed to the front, carrying the ghost-headed broadsword with a flickering cold light, and brandished it in excitement.

The other warriors followed, covered by a burst of gunsmoke, and the team that rushed to the front was already "entangled" with the devils.

The little devils were completely stunned, they didn't dare to imagine that this army of soldiers dressed in tatters, like savages from the mountains, would be so strong in reaction and combat effectiveness, machine guns and artillery could not stop their pace, sacrifice and death seemed to only stimulate their more and more bloody, they were like a group of wild wolves with bared teeth, completely disregarding their own life and death, just to be able to tear off a piece of flesh from the enemy's body.

Such a soldier was so terrifying that the devil commander screamed and shot in terror, but unfortunately the hasty bullet only had time to shoot down seven or eight enemies again, and the other charging figures had already been pasted on their faces. In desperation, the devil commander gave the order to conduct a white-knuckle battle.

The Japanese soldiers are all on the battlefield after strict training, they are all well-trained, out of the island crisis factors and the emphasis on assassination training during training, they are probably the last thing they are afraid of is assassination and assault, and the "Infantry Drill Code" they believe in even mentions: The way to determine the final victory or defeat of the battle is the bayonet assault. At this point, the Japanese army did a good job, and even the American troops in the Pacific theater did not dare to face the edge of their bayonets at all.

After the commander of Lieutenant Devil gave the order to fight the bayonet, he saw that the enemy had rushed over, and when he was busy, the Japanese soldiers also methodically loaded the bayonets on their rifles, and at the same time turned off the safety of the rifles to keep the rifles in a safe device.

As for the removal of the bullets in the chamber? It's pure, the enemies have all been killed, and the devil's head is not filled with paste, and the idle man is going to return the bullets for you one by one? "Turning off the safety is enough to keep the Type 38 rifle in their hands in a safe device, so that they will not hurt their own people because of the powerful penetration force of the rifle when fighting with bayonets, and at the same time cut off their cowardice in vain trying to shoot when they fight with bayonets, so as to stimulate their bloody nature to fight to the death. They were well aware that in a tense assassination attempt, the possibility of effective shooting was virtually non-existent.

Of course, the Japanese army also had a time to withdraw the bullets in the chamber, but it was by no means the eve of every white-knuckle battle, after all, the bullets of the Japanese army were also made of money, and they didn't need to be spent?

The only time they will return their bullets is when they are besieged by the enemy, to the point of exhaustion, at that moment they know that the enemy will not give them a chance to shoot again, so they withdraw all the bullets in the chamber, so that the enemy can rest assured that they will not fire directly, and at the same time, defend the dignity of the soldiers with the final assassination.

On the other side, Han Feng had already taken advantage of the fact that the Japanese army was entangled with the vanguard of the new regiment and the firepower was limited, and quickly rushed out of the trench fortifications.

He was so fast that he was like a wild horse on the looses of his hand in the charging ranks, and he quickly rushed from the rear to the front.

Naturally, a charging soldier found Han Feng's figure in the middle of the way, but at the tense moment when the war was permeated, the clothes everyone was wearing were generally tattered, and they really couldn't recognize who was who, they were probably just curious: How did this soldier rush faster than a rabbit?

If Han Feng could hear the voices of those soldiers, he would definitely curse in his heart: If you don't hold a gun weighing six or seven pounds, shoot while running, and your hands are empty, you may be faster than Lao Tzu!

It's just that the current emergency situation doesn't allow Han Feng to think about this, his charging figure slammed suddenly, and then squatted down and snatched the rifle from the hand of a sacrificial soldier, "I'm sorry brother!" He fumbled with his hand in the closed warrior's pocket, and after a moment, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and the kid had no farts in his pocket.

Han Feng had explored this old-fashioned rifle made by Hanyang in the third class, and this gun was much easier to operate than all kinds of firearms that were complicated in the future.

No matter how worried, Han Feng continued to charge while pulling the bolt made by Hanyang, but it was very embarrassing that he didn't pull it, he opened the magazine and saw that it was empty.

"", Han Feng wanted to scold depressedly, at such a critical time, he finally picked up a rifle, but it was useless...... No, at least it can be used to smash little devils...... It has not yet installed a bayonet.

When Han Feng finally arrived, the battle had entered a white-hot battle, the Japanese army was completely entangled by the soldiers of the new regiment, the strong firepower advantage was suddenly exhausted, and the two sides launched a real white-knives battle.

Yang Jie, the leader of the first platoon, has good knife skills, although he lost to Han Feng, he is also a first-class hero, there are already three devils who died under his knife, although he is bleeding at the moment, his eyes are still fierce, and he is staring at a Japanese soldier Cao, and he is engaged in a short confrontation.

The patience of the Japanese soldier Cao was very poor, and he was fed up with the threat of this tattered and wounded Shina soldier, and took the lead in stabbing with a bayonet.

The Japanese army's bayonet pays attention to a steady and ruthless one, this devil army Cao's bayonet plays well, although the sudden attack was blocked by Yang Jie with the back of the gun, the kick that followed kicked Yang Jie to the ground, and then flew up to kill.

Yang Jie was suppressed to the ground by the Japanese army, and his little strength gradually faded under the restraint of the enemy's almost full body weight, his physical strength was not as good as this Japanese army, plus injuries, he was definitely not the opponent of this Japanese army.

Violent wheezing sound rushed from Yang Jie's nasal cavity to the face of the Japanese soldier Cao, and the ruddy ugly face of the Japanese soldier Cao showed a hideous sneer, this Chinese soldier was about to become the ghost of his sword.

But at this extremely urgent moment, Han Feng arrived impartially, his reaction was extremely fast, and he quickly raised the butt of the gun in his hand with both hands, and smashed it on the head of the Japanese soldier Cao who was caught off guard......

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