Wulinkou.

The bright moonlight is not only darkened by the clouds, but even the moonlight begins to fade as the night fades.

The time was already about half past one in the morning, and it lasted for more than an hour, and the battle of the main force of the Far Eastern Regiment ambushing the Shimaji Brigade had turned from white-hot to the final end.

The Shimaji Brigade lost seventy or eighty percent of the battle, and when it saw that it was about to be unable to resist, it was making the last stubborn resistance.

As stated in the Japanese Army's "Infantry Drill Code", the final bayonet assault is an indispensable link in order to completely end a local battle.

Without face-to-face encounters, you are far from guaranteed to destroy every enemy in the bottom field.

Han Feng, who noticed that the counterattack of the Japanese puppet army was getting weaker and weaker, did not hesitate anymore, and gave the order to charge all of them, "Kill-"

By the last moonlight, the soldiers of the Far Eastern Regiment on both slopes of the Wulinkou road launched a full charge and stormed the remnants of the Japanese puppet army on the road.

Han Feng took the lead, holding a light machine gun and sprinting.

Zhao Feihu and Sun Desheng, who were following closely behind Han Feng, were startled, for fear that the bullet would not last long and hurt their own regiment commander again, so they hurriedly roared and asked the soldiers to follow the regiment commander from left and right to charge, in order to cover the regiment commander.

Even if the moonlight is not good, I vaguely saw the bullet in the light machine gun at the front, threw the gun to the ground at will, and then pulled out the big knife that had long been pinned to my waist, and waved it like a demon god in the camp of the Japanese puppet army.

Zhao Feihu, who had just joined the Far East Regiment, was shocked for a while, and he finally understood what the other three battalion commanders often told him: Once the regiment commander started a battle, it would be fatal.

Looking around Han Feng again, the soldiers were also red-eyed, as usual, they shot with guns first, and when they were completely close to the Japanese army, they immediately engaged in white-knuckle combat.

The warriors are crazy but not lose their minds, and because they have an absolute advantage in numbers at the moment, they often deal with devils in groups of three or two, and they seem to have a deep understanding of the devil's bayonets.

Two hands and a bayonet seem to be a little insufficient, and as long as the little devil shows the slightest flaw because of the timidity of the numbers, he will be poked in the heart in the blink of an eye. Declare.

A knife stabbed in, white in, red out, like stabbing a talking brute, the warriors didn't even blink their eyes.

How can there be such a crazy combat team!

Zhao Feihu was so stunned that he couldn't speak, because he was distracted, he was almost stabbed by a little devil, but fortunately, a soldier next to him helped him block the devil's bayonet, and looked back and stabbed the devil in the lower abdomen.

…… The assassination technique, in Zhao Feihu's opinion, has no rules, and there is no so-called one move and one style, it seems to be to see the seams, how to take advantage of the little devil's inattention, how to stab at the little devil's vital point.

It can be vaguely seen that it is somewhat similar to the way the regiment leader Han Feng was assassinated.

Looking at the back of the front that was already covered in blood, Zhao Feihu seemed to understand something, the wolf head is like this, no wonder the wolves dance together!

On second thought, isn't he one of the wolves at this moment?

Without hesitation, the warriors screamed twice, and then rushed into this white-knuckle battle.

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Slashing all the way, Han Feng, who had already slashed more than a dozen devils, was stained with the blood of the enemy, as soon as he raised his head, the eyes of several devils around him just collided with his eyes, and he almost subconsciously took two steps back, and his hand holding the rifle seemed to tremble a little.

Ahh

The two devils screamed, but they also had a fearless spirit, glanced at each other, as if they had made some kind of determination, and had some kind of tacit understanding, and raised their bayonets together and stabbed at Han Feng.

Sonorous –

Thorn ...... The two young devils fell to the ground like this, the two of them had only been conscripted into the Shimaji Brigade not long ago, and they were still two recruits, and at the moment they fell, there seemed to be one last thought in their minds: probably they shouldn't have come to the land of China.

Because they don't even understand why they are here, and what they are going to do, they still don't understand it at this moment.

What they don't understand even more is that when they stepped into the land with their weapons, they had already put a label on them - invaders!

The death of the aggressor is a matter of no sympathy.

Han Feng raised his murderous eyes and continued to search for prey.

But he found nothing, and it seemed that even the little devils around him noticed this man's toughness, and subconsciously moved to other local battlefields to fight.

A few drops of blood could no longer coagulate on Han Feng's forehead, and slid into Han Feng's eyes with his own gravity, Han Feng changed the big knife in his left hand, rubbed his eyes with his right hand, and then saw the situation in front of him clearly:

On the battlefield of Wulinkou, which is so small that the world does not know about it, the original exchange of fire between the two sides has turned into this last local white-knuckle battle.

Most of the puppet soldiers who have not escaped from the minefield not far away have chosen to surrender and are being guarded by the monks, only dozens of Japanese soldiers are still fighting in the final battle on the battlefield in front of them.

There seems to be another light......

It clicked—

Once again, he was captured by Han Feng's sight.

The reason why I said it was again, because when Fang had just exchanged fire with the Japanese army, Han Feng felt a light flashing in the middle of his team many times.

The Japanese army has been so defeated that Han Feng can't even pick up his head.

Han Feng walked in the direction where the light flashed.

The light seemed to flash again, click-

Han Feng frowned, just happened to meet Sun Desheng, who was covered in blood, seeing that this guy was excited and didn't kill him, he was about to go to the battlefield again, Han Feng pressed his shoulder and said: "Give the recruits a little chance, there are not a few devils left, let them also practice, and we will be responsible for covering." ”

"Hehe, Commander, I'm killing me so fast, I really didn't remember if you didn't say this."

Han Feng said: "Let's not talk about these first, have you noticed Lao Sun, there are always flashes of light not far away, what is going on?" ”

Han Feng didn't think that anyone on such a warring side would carry a flashbang, and the flashbang was by no means more than that.

Sun Desheng was stunned, came back to his senses, and said with a smile: "Oh, that's a reporter sent by the headquarters, taking a camera to shoot the scene of our battle!" ”

"I found that light early in the morning, could it be that this reporter was filming from the time when our battle had just begun?" Han Feng asked.

"Hmm." Sun Desheng responded.

Han Feng said angrily: "Damn, this idiot, he doesn't want to die?" The guns are not long-sighted, but whether he is a soldier or a reporter, Lao Sun, go and tell him immediately, let him go back to the rear for Lao Tzu, this battlefield is not the place where reporters should come. ”

Sun Desheng scratched his head a little embarrassed, "What, regiment leader, you better go by yourself, I still have to cover those little rabbit cubs in our camp!" ”

After speaking, Sun Desheng disappeared into the battlefield of the battle in a blink of an eye.

Of course, this is not Sun Desheng's disobedience to the order, Han Feng was puzzled, so he had to quickly run towards the direction where the light was shining again.

The figure appeared, though vague, as if it were shooting around with a camera in hand.

The fighters fought with the remnants of the Japanese army not far from him.

A journalist who doesn't even have a gun in his hand could die at any moment in such an environment.

Han Feng even doubted, how lucky this guy must have been to survive until now?

A devil seemed to be eyeing the reporter, as if attracted by the flash of the shutter of a camera, and pounced on the reporter.

"Ahh

The reporter spoke, Han Feng was a little stunned, it seemed to be a woman's voice?

didn't have time to think about it, it was too far away, Han Feng instantly raised the Browning on his waist and knocked down the devil who rushed towards him with one shot.

After three or two steps, Han Feng snatched the camera from the reporter's hand, "Fuck, you bastard, don't die......" and was about to scold, but when he saw the smiling face for a moment, his voice stopped abruptly.

Han Feng's eyes widened for a moment, and although the person in front of him was wearing a simple military uniform, he still recognized her at a glance-

"Tian Yu? How could it be you? ”

"Han Feng! It turned out that you saved me again! The two finally met, and Tian Yu, who had been looking forward to this scene, smiled heartily, and smiled beautifully, although the moonlight was very hazy......