Yan Zhi's fourth bullet did not hit the devil warrant officer who charged with a lieutenant knife, but a shot hit the left arm of the devil who was hiding in the grass.

The devil wounded soldier was just hit in the right arm by Hoel Robles' sniper rifle, struggling to roll into the grass and gasping for a few breaths, his right arm was bleeding nonstop, and the flesh and blood blurred revealed white bones broken into bottle slag, and the 50×6.5mm arisaka bullet directly destroyed his right arm, at this time, due to the blood gushing on the arm, the severe pain has not yet hit. He knew that in this kind of battlefield where life and death were determined in an instant, the loss of an arm meant death.

Armies all over the world have military rules that the army does not stop for wounded soldiers during battle. Wounded soldiers either wait for the medical doctor to come to their aid, or they save themselves, and the attacking or defending troops will not stop for the wounded, and no commander will order the troops to stop attacking or retreat in the event of a fierce exchange of fire between the two sides, so as to save the lives of the wounded soldiers. No commander would change the fate of an entire army for the sake of a wounded soldier.

This devil soldier knew that he was so seriously injured and wanted to live, only by destroying the people of China would someone from his troops come to save him, and if his troops were defeated or all the soldiers were killed, he would be dead.

When the wounded soldier of the devil took advantage of the fact that the Chinese soldiers were calling on other Japanese soldiers with all their attention and firepower, he gritted his teeth and endured the pain, lying in the grass, quietly observing the woods in front of him, looking for the Chinese people, and finally, he found Hoel Robles standing still and shooting.

Hoel Robles could only use his sniper rifle in place, and although the purple light from his muzzle was faint, it was still detected by the devil's wounded soldier.

The desire to survive made the devil's wounded soldiers endure severe pain, roll out of the grass, put the 38 big cover on a tree trunk, hold a gun in his left hand, and aim at the tall and easily spotted Hoel Robles. Before he could pull the trigger, Yan Zhi's bullet had blasted his left arm open, and suddenly white bones splattered, blood gushed out, and he lay on the ground twisting his body, letting out a scream like a beast before he died.

At the same time, Yan Zhi's fifth shot also exploded a second later, and the spinning Arihan bullet was like having eyes, "snapping" through the steel helmet of the devil warrant officer, and rolling in his skull at a high speed and pulling his brain tissue, the huge impact of the Han bullet was like a huge hammer that hit him head-on, hitting the body of the devil warrant officer running forward and bouncing high, leaning back and flying straight out, and the plasma behind the head drifted like raindrops.

After Yan Zhi's five bullets were finished, he threw away the sniper rifle with his left hand, stretched out his right hand to the back of his neck, and grabbed the handle of the Zhongzheng rifle, the rifle drew a semicircular arc, and the handle of the gun fell on his left hand and pinched and held up, and a shot was fired without aiming, and the bullet penetrated the chest of a little devil, hitting his body running forward as if he was being dragged from behind.

At this time, the loading of the Chinese soldiers had been completed, and everyone concentrated their fire on the devil and swept towards it, surrounding it on three sides, forming a triangular network of firepower that crossed.

After the devil warrant officer was killed by Yan Zhi's shot, the remaining devils were shocked by Yan Zhi's murderous bullets, and they lost their previous confidence to move forward bravely, and they had no intention of fighting again, completely losing their combat effectiveness, but for a while, they didn't know where to flee, and they collapsed in an instant.

The five bullets in Yan Zhizhong's rifle hit one by one, as accurate as his sniper rifle.

The squad surrounded the devils who had lost their fighting spirit and attacked again, and the battle ended quickly, leaving only a few wounded soldiers of the devils on the battlefield, lying on the ground and wailing helplessly.

The severe pain after being shot, no one can hold back.

More than 20 little devils were driven out of the woods, and before they ran to the open space where the plane fell, they only walked their lives in China in a short distance of more than 200 meters.

There were corpses of devils along the way, stumps and broken arms everywhere, blood and bullet casings everywhere, guns and ammunition scattered all over the place.

Hoel Robres had never seen such a murderous Chinese major, Yan Zhi's every shot never missed, and every bullet could kill people's hearts. He fired fifteen bullets, killed sixteen devils and injured one, and the entire devil squad of more than 20 people killed most of them by himself. Is Yan Zhi human? Not only does he have such brutal combat power, but he also has such a calm heart, is he really human?

Hoel Robres looked at Yan Zhi, who took the sniper rifle from the soldier, reloaded the bullets, turned off the insurance, and carried it behind his back, and he couldn't help but ask himself, whether he was a human or a demon, a ghost or a killing god, maybe he was the Yan Wang Ye in the mouth of the Chinese, specifically asking for the life of the little devil.

Yan Zhi held the Zhongzheng rifle in one hand, and ordered Zhao Fugui to lead people to clean up all the battlefields, and not to search the devil's pocket again, except for the wounded soldier of the devil with broken arms in the grass, no matter whether he was angry or not, he made up for it, leaving no living mouth, no trouble, and no prisoners.

Yan Zhi walked quickly to the wounded soldier, tied his two arms with two bandages to stop the bleeding, and asked in Japanese: "How many people have you come this time, answer truthfully, I will let you die a happy death." ”

"Yaga!"

The devil's wounded soldier's expression was stunned, he obviously didn't expect that this Chinese major could actually speak Japanese. After two seconds of froze, he was sure that the Chinese major was definitely not his own, so he continued to yell and curse fiercely at Yan Zhi.

Gunfire remained intense in the distance. For a while, the explosions of grenades came and went, listening to the sound of the explosion, it was the devil's ninety-seven grenade, not the sound of forty-eight petals, which made Yan Zhi feel bad, why did Nie Yuanfeng's squad not use grenades when they were at a complete disadvantage?

"Eight your sister."

Yan Zhi knew that this devil's wounded soldier wanted to die, and he scolded in Japanese, "Don't say how many of you came, labor and management let you be stung to death by ants here." ”

Yan Zhi said, leaning the Zhongzheng rifle on his body, turning his face to Qian Enough and saying, "Let him beg for death, to be honest." With that, he took out two cigarettes. He knew that Nie Yuanfeng's team was in danger, but he couldn't blindly go to save people, otherwise not only would he not be able to save Nie Yuanfeng's team, but he might also be able to put his own team into it.

Judging by all indications, in order to get the drawings of this atomic bomb, the little devil is bound to get it.

There are still many cards in the hands of the little devils that have not been played, and the cards of the Chinese army are only their two squads, and they are still open cards.

The money was enough to make him laugh, and he raised the tip of his rifle and slammed it into the shoulder of the Japanese devil.

"Yaga ......"

The Japanese soldiers screamed and cursed loudly.

Yan Zhi lit the two cigarettes at the same time, put on a warm smile, and said in the voice as gentle as possible: "Just say how many people you have come this time, and how many people are besieging another Chinese team now, I will give you this cigarette and give you a ride." If you don't answer, I'll just break your legs, knock out your teeth, cut out your tongue, put a few grains of sugar on your wounds, and let the ants bite you to death. ”

Just when the Japanese soldiers were trembling and their eyes showed fear, Yan Zhi continued to smile and said: "If you break your legs again, your soul will never return to Japan, and you will never be able to rest in peace." ”