The reason for writing slowly is because I don't want to write a drama, and I want to be as close to the battlefield as possible at that time. Of course, it is necessary to save the manuscript, wait for the signing, and wait for the release.

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The small buildings in the stockade that were first set on fire collapsed, and in the firelight, sparks and dust rushed upwards into the gloomy sky, rendering the darkness before dawn a little demonic.

The soldiers repeatedly chanted, "Who can fight in twenty years!" In the song, from between the gaps of several burning buildings on the east side of the road, a soldier wearing a national army uniform, wearing a steel helmet and carrying a rifle, made a tactical sign language of [OK] towards Yan Zhi.

It was the tall and thin Wang Daqi.

Wang Daqi was covered with grenades and his waist was full of magazines. No matter how thin a person is, under the backdrop of this military uniform and weapons, he will come out of the fire with a face of gunsmoke, and he will also bloom with a powerful momentum.

Wang Daqi's shape, posture and gestures are too hanging, and it is even more prominent under the fire of the red flame.

Wang Daqi's gesture indicated that the six of them had killed the four devils who carried the corpse of the big wolf.

Just now, when six soldiers wearing Japanese military uniforms quietly appeared behind the four devils, before the devils could react, they were inserted into their throats with bayonets, and they didn't even have time to let out a scream, so they could only watch their blood spray out, which was even redder than flames.

His face was full of gunsmoke, and he couldn't hide the exhaustion of the soldier Wang Daqi, but his eyes were bright and excited. When the bayonet was inserted into the devil's throat just now, it was clean and neat, without any mud and water, and it completely achieved the simplicity and efficiency required by Chief Yan, without a little fancy.

After the six soldiers killed the four little devils, they took off the scorched and discolored Japanese military uniforms that had been burned by sparks and flames, so that they could be easily identified by their own people.

Yan Zhi affirmed that the Chinese soldiers, who were very powerful and powerful by the firelight, were by no means comparable to the brothers in American film and television.

The war in front of us is not something that can be filmed in film and television dramas.

The visual impact in the film and television is only shocking to the eyeballs, and the shock in front of him hits people's hearts, making Yan Zhi, who was once a modern person, worship this kind of shock.

The soldiers adored Yan Zhi, and Yan Zhi admired the Chinese backbone of the group of death row prisoners in his heart.

[OK]

Yan Zhi made a tactical sign language message that had been received.

Then he flexes his elbows, his forearms pointing vertically to the ground, his arms in an L-shape, his fingers closed, and swings forward from behind him, performing a tactical sign language - [Slowly Forward].

[OK]

Soldier Wang Daqi made a clear gesture.

Seeing that Wang Daqi received the order, Yan Zhi then raised one hand to his head, bent his elbow, covered the top of his head with his palm, and swung up and down three times-[Cover us].

[OK]

The soldier Wang Daqi said he understood, and then disappeared into the firelight.

When Yan Zhi used tactical sign language to convey the order to Nawang Daqi, the soldiers behind him were still chanting repeatedly.

"Who can fight ...... in 20 years"

Looking at Yan Zhi making a series of complex gestures from the binoculars, Second Lieutenant Yoshida and Hirata glanced at each other, both of them at a loss. What are the people of China doing? Cipher?

Yan Zhi's series of actions made Yoshida regret that he should have sniped him with one shot.

In the firelight, Yan Zhi stood and glanced at his watch, three minutes before he made the gesture of firing ten thousand bullets.

Now, the threat of the devil sniper has been lifted, the danger on both sides of the stockade has been lifted, the soldiers on both sides are secretly advancing into the depths of the stockade, and the hostage rescue soldiers are also in place, waiting to take advantage of the chaos to kill the hostages and rescue the hostages.

Everything is ready, only the east wind is owed - Xu Zheyou, can they reach the attack position within the specified time.

Although the devil's sniper has been touched, and the big sniper has also fallen into his own hands, Yan Zhi still does not dare to lead the team too deep into the depths of the village.

On the battlefield, you always have to be careful of the bullet that may come from an unknown place.

When they came out of the military region, there were 41 people out of the Brothers' Company, and there are quite a few at present.

Wu Zhonghua, Fan Xiaosi, Kuang Dawei, Fang You, and the four of them cleanly touched the little devil's sniper.

Twelve soldiers on both sides of the wall advanced and were responsible for clearing the Japanese outposts and rescuing the hostages.

Xu Zheyou led eleven people on a five-kilometer march and raided the devil's back.

In this battle, the burden of forcibly marching with a load, and the rapid rush of twelve people was the heaviest.

After turning a grove of towering trees, the burning stockade suddenly appeared in front of the twelve rushing soldiers.

Seeing that the stockade was not far ahead, Xu Zheyou, who had cut himself three times, finally put away his bayonet and took out his pocket watch from his arms.

All the soldiers' hair was soaked with sweat and mist, and the cold air of the Dragonscale Mountains was steaming hot.

"There are still three minutes left until the 10,000 rounds are fired."

Xu Zheyou put away his pocket watch, and said at the same speed under his feet: "Brothers, we have broken the record of a little devil carrying a weight of 30 kilograms in 20 minutes and 5 kilometers. ”

"It only took us seventeen minutes to break the record for little devils."

No one spoke to the soldiers, and everyone wept silently. At this point, there were only two words in everyone's hearts – I was too hard – and we succeeded.

Listening to the brothers singing in unison not far away, "Who can fight in 20 years", Xu Zheyou quietly came to the wall of the village with the soldiers.

The sound of crackling fires burning solid wood drowned out all the slight sounds in the vicinity.

Because the terrain outside the east wall is low, there is no need to worry about animals entering from this side, so the bamboo arrows on this wall are also scarce, and the soldiers climb the wall one by one and sit on the wall.

Hearing that the soldier with binoculars behind him and staring at the room of Wu Zhonghua and Fan Xiaosi reported that Xu Zheyou and they were in place, Yan Zhi secretly let out a sigh of relief and took out two magazines from his pocket.

Xu Zheyou took out his pocket watch again, and there was still a minute before 10,000 bullets were fired.

Due to overwork, the soldiers rode on the wall, but fortunately they were able to maintain their balance by holding on to bamboo arrows.

A minute's respite allowed the twelve soldiers to breathe a sigh of relief, put all the grenades on the wide wall, and quickly unscrewed the lids......

Hot Springs sat on the wall, binoculars in hand, and looked at the chief standing in the open space between two small burning buildings.

The six soldiers who were about to take advantage of the chaos to rescue the hostages each found a target and pointed their guns at a few little devils at the door.

The six soldiers who hid in front of the devil took off all the grenades and grenades they were carrying, prepared them, and set them in front of them.

Wu Zhonghua looked at the chief from the big sniper mirror, and scolded Fan Xiaosi softly: Whoever closes his eyes and falls asleep first will be a dog.

Kwong Dawei guarded the roof in the northwest corner, and not far from him, lay the body of Ryūji Tsutomi, a pair of dead eyes covered with bruises. Looking through this room, you can see the chief.

All the soldiers were looking at the commander.

Finally, the chief raised his hands.

Lieutenant Yoshida looked at Second Lieutenant Hirata and seemed to ask, what the hell is this Shina man trying to do?

Yan Zhi held the magazine with both hands, held it high above his head, opened his four fingers, palms facing forward, his thumb and palms clamped the magazine, and his whole body froze for five seconds like a sculpture.

For his current posture, Yan Zhi, who stood still for five seconds, made up the coffin after making up for the coffin, and all the athletes in the future, no one would be cool when he did this action.

Yan Zhi suddenly clenched his fists, and his waist and abdomen were tightened violently, driving his elbow to pull down at 90 degrees, and at the same time, his left knee was pushed up.

"Boom ......"