At the moment when the devil's translation voice fell, a "pop" gunshot broke the silence of the two sides of the temporary truce.

"Ah......h

The devil translator let out a scream.

At the same time, a soldier with a vigorous and powerful body, the steel helmet printed with the blue sky and white military emblem appeared, and his military uniform that was almost integrated with the natural color was also printed with the blue sky and white military emblem, the whole person looked heroic and extraordinary, he held a rifle in his hand, and the smoking muzzle made him bloom with a compelling murderous aura, and suddenly appeared a few meters behind the more than forty devils who were resting, and shouted loudly: Nie Yuanfeng, come out, we will fight to the death with the little devil side by side. ”

This person is Yan Zhi. Before he could finish speaking, he had already rushed up with an arrow, and when he was in the air, he used his strength to throw the Zhongzheng rifle in his hand forward as a javelin.

"Click!"

The Zhongzheng rifle pierced directly into the back of a little devil's heart like a javelin, pinning it to the ground, and the blood instantly gushed out, staining his-yellow uniform.

When he landed, Yan Zhi already had two more knives in his hand.

In his left hand, he held a Nepalese saber that looked a little strange and domineering, with a total length of 60 centimeters and a handle of 12.5 centimeters, the front half of the back of the knife was sharp, in the shape of a crescent, and the blade shimmered with a terrible essence under the light of the oblique sun, which made the Japanese in the distance feel terrible and cold.

In his right hand, he held a 42.5 cm long bayonet, 7.5 cm with a 7.5 cm handle, and a 2.5 cm wide blade, and the white light flashed on the bayonet.

Yan Zhi's feet had not yet landed, the blade of the Nepalese scimitar in his left hand flickered strangely, and a blood-colored flower immediately bloomed on the throat of a devil, "Bang Dang" threw away the 38 big cover in his hand, hugged his neck with both hands, and the plasma splattered from between his fingers, instantly sapbing his eyes.

Yan Zhi stabbed it with a knife, his body rolled forward on one side, cushioning the momentum of falling to the ground, and the Zhongzheng bayonet in his right hand had taken advantage of the situation to insert into the throat of a devil. Blood surged from the bayonet slot to the tip of the knife, spraying out, blooming with bloody mist.

Yan Zhi killed four devils in the blink of an eye, and his body was splashed with the blood of devils, which made his killing heart increase sharply.

Yan Zhi was like a cheetah, his left leg jumped up, he pulled out the Zhongzheng bayonet in mid-air, and a right flying knee hit the chin of a devil, the devil couldn't even snort, the whole mouth vomited blood plasma and flew backwards, and the teeth were "clicked" off by the brutal flying knee, and the jaw bone was completely shattered in the "clatter" sound.

The bayonet in Yan Zhi's hand flew out with a total length of 42.5 cm, and the tip of the knife was dripping blood, and the zhongzheng bayonet was inserted into the chest of a devil who was about to pull out a pistol, Cao Chang, and pulled out the fast and slow machine that had already opened the insurance from his waist, "popped" three shots, and shot the heads of the three devils who reacted a little faster and had stood up, and the fast and slow machine in his body fell back into his waist, and his knee hit the chest of the devil who was broken by his chin, and the devil's chest was sunken into a large piece Seeing that he couldn't live, he grabbed the head of the devil's 38 big cover with his backhand. A 180-degree rotation got up, the 38 big cover pulled out a semi-circular arc, and the handle of the gun slammed on a devil's temple, smashing the devil a few times and then his limbs twitched, spurting blood plasma, and wailing miserably.

At this time, the Japanese soldier Cao Cai, who was inserted into his chest by the Zhongzheng bayonet, knelt down, and when he fell back, the Zhongzheng bayonet in his chest was violently pulled back by Yan Zhi.

Yan Zhi knelt on one knee, holding a knife in his left and right hands to separate the two sides, panting heavily.

These ups and downs have almost exhausted all his killing methods as a top killer, and this series of top killings has almost exhausted his life's ability.

Yan Zhi knew that now was not the time to catch his breath, he could successfully kill more than a dozen devils, all by surprise, and when the devils reacted, it would be a bloody battle, and the devils were not vegetarians.

He got up and gasped and rushed towards a devil, shouting again: "Nie Yuanfeng, come out, you, haven't you always wanted to separate the victory or defeat with me, come out, let's compare, who, kill more devils, come on, Nie Yuanfeng." ”

Wu Zhonghua roared and poked the 42.5 cm Zhongzheng bayonet into the lower abdomen of a devil, twisted it and pulled it out violently, flew up and kicked a devil who was getting up to the ground, and then pounced, holding the handle of the knife with both hands, and thrust it into the chest of the devil viciously. Seeing that his face was full of hideousness, the devil rolled to the side in fright, and his left shoulder had been poked in by Wu Zhonghua's bayonet.

"Ah......h

In the screams of the devil, Wu Zhonghua let go of his hand, took out the Nepalese scimitar from his waist, and pounced on the other devil who was about to load the bayonet.

Ma Ben jumped high in the crowd of devils, kicked one of the devils down, and stabbed a bayonet into the devil's right eye, the tip of the knife almost through the back of the head. He didn't pull out his knife, took the devil's 38 big cover, and slammed it on the head of a devil who hugged Wu Zhonghua's waist, directly smashed the devil a lot shorter, smashed the butt of the gun and threw it away, and pulled out the Nepalese saber casually.

"you." Wu Zhonghua turned around, and the bayonet was inserted into the shoulder of a devil who had not had time to put on the bayonet and dragged the gun into the shoulder.

Hoel Robles did not like to use a single bayonet, so he held the bayonet-mounted Zhongzheng rifle, stabbed one of the devils in the chest, and brutally pushed the screaming devil on the bayonet to hit the other, skewering both devils on the Zhongzheng bayonet.

When Ma Ben, Wu Zhonghua, and Hoel Robres broke into the chaotic enemy group, Yan Zhi had already released ten devils.

Yan Zhi was covered in blood, and when he saw Wu Zhonghua and them killed, he stopped gasping for breath and shouted: "Nie Yuanfeng, come out, don't tell me, you're dead." ”

Yan Zhi was desperate, and he was even more brutal.

After more than forty devils were killed by him in an instant, the remaining devils reacted in a panic, hurriedly got up to copy the three eight big covers, and prepared to put on the bayonets.

Yan Zhi and the four of them broke into more than 40 little devils, and the two sides started a white-knives scuffle, and the little devils had no way to shoot, so they could only use bayonets.

Seeing Yan Zhi descending from the sky from the forest, Nie Yuanfeng's eyes showed joy, he took off his Zhongzheng bayonet, rushed outward, and shouted viciously: "Grandma, look at his fierce and arrogant strength, how can Lao Tzu Nie Yuanfeng convince you, brothers, rush out for me, we can't lose to Yan Zhi's independent company." ”

Nie Yuanfeng's words were full of morale, and everyone in the two squads instantly felt like they had been injected with two injections, and their eyes were red.

Hu Meng put on the bayonet as he ran: "Brothers, Major Yan is here, let's fight with the devil." ”

Although Liu Yunfei was injured on his arm, he still took off his bayonet and ran out, scolding as he ran: "Damn, look, look, independent even the fierce appearance, labor and management compare with you, whether your bayonet is fierce or labor and management are faster." ”

Ed Sanchez watched Yan Zhi kill ten Japanese soldiers in an instant, he was dumbfounded, and then looked at Harold Allen and Matt Baker, who were also dumbfounded, and said with a little trembling in surprise: "God, is this Chinese soldier a man or a god?" ”

Harold Allen also took a Zhongzheng bayonet and ran out of the forest, turned back to his two companions who were still open and shocked and shouted: "Regardless of whether he is a man or a god, let's go together!" ”

Yan Zhi is like a god of war, rushing left and right among more than forty devils, invincible, everywhere he goes, he will bring a bloody storm, and blood will dye his green camouflage uniform red.

The devils on both sides of the forest woke up from a dream at this time, and they watched their companions being brutally killed by a terrifying Chinese soldier, but they could not shoot.

Just when Yan Zhi, Wu Zhonghua, Hoel Robles, and Ma Ben attracted the attention of all the devils, on the left and right sides of the devils, the "da-da" sound of two Thomson submachine guns sounded brutally.