Yan Zhi has god-like teammates.

Just before the Japanese army was about to enter the Winged Valley, the two lieutenants obviously subconsciously looked at the watchtowers on both sides of the Winged Valley.

On the battlefield, a strong backing will bring great psychological comfort to the soldiers. At this time, the two watchtowers were comforting in the hearts of the Japanese soldiers.

When the Japanese looked at the watchtower, the Chinese soldiers wearing Japanese uniforms standing on the tower also "happened" to look at this side, interpreting the invincible arrogance of the Imperial Japanese Army to the extreme, and greatly increasing the pace of the Japanese army entering the bottom of the Winged Valley.

Of course, a teammate like Yan Zhishen refers to a teammate who acts like a god, and there is no god on the battlefield where hot weapons dominate everything.

The formation of the Japanese soldiers entering the Winged Valley was very orderly, not like in the anti-Japanese drama, sneaky, stupid, and stupidly gathered together, waiting to be killed by a gun, or wiped out by a grenade, but in an orderly elongation, spreading, half-bending, locking the neck, shrinking and pressing down as much as possible, maintaining a good battle formation to move forward.

When dozens of devils all entered the bottom of the Winged Valley, Yan Zhi turned sideways, raised his hands above his head, and made tactical sign language-

"Enter"

He closed his left hand between his fingers, stretched out his arm, and swung horizontally behind him, as if pulling back the curtains.

"Shooting"

Then he slammed his right hand backwards and downwards to pull the trigger.

"Bang!"

Yan Zhi suddenly felt a vibration under his feet, and the whistling sound of a Type 92 infantry cannon was amazing, like a fiery meteor crossing the golden dusk, allowing no one to react, and it had exploded in the middle of dozens of Japanese soldiers who were gradually widening the distance, making a deafening sound, which stunned Yan Zhi in place.

In an instant, more than a dozen flame-blue tongues of flame also erupted from both sides of the wing bones.

Even if dozens of devil soldiers maintained a formation of scattered advancement, but in the narrow winged valley, it was still easy to be devastated by heavy weapons, a scream wailed in the aftermath of the cruel sound of the 92 infantry artillery, and the four Japanese soldiers were overturned in the air by the huge power of the 92 infantry artillery, with stumps and broken arms, internal organs, plasma, gunsmoke, stones, rotten grass and mud mixed together and flew into the sky, and then fell together, and in the light of dusk, they were swallowed and torn apart by the tongues of fire spit out by various weapons, forming an indescribable bloody storm.

The blow is all-round:

Four soldiers of the Brotherhood who were hiding in the woods next to the barracks with crooked handles quietly followed them from the woods when the Japanese had just begun to enter the bottom of the winged valley, keeping a distance, and following the devils a few dozen meters behind.

Due to the darkness of the sky, and the four Chinese soldiers were wearing Japanese military uniforms, it would not arouse suspicion at all, and when dozens of devils all entered the bottom of the winged valley, they had set up four crooked handles, condescendingly, blocking the retreat of the Japanese soldiers.

On the battlefield, there is nothing more demoralizing than being shot from behind.

Before the first wave of attacks was completed, a rain of grenades fell again over the Winged Valley, and within ten seconds, nearly a hundred grenades smashed into the valley floor, making a popcorn-like sound that shook Yan Zhi's ears to the ground. The soldiers of the Brotherhood launched grenade attacks with impunity, and some of them were grenades anyway, and since they couldn't be taken away, they all poured on the devil's head.

Four tongues of fire erupted from the watchtowers on both sides of the Winged Valley, rendering the cyan watchtower hideous and gloomy.

"Da Da Da ......"

"Da Da Da ......"

The urging sound of the two 'woodpeckers' sounded, the sound was amazing, the power was surging, each bullet was like a super big chisel, the mountain rocks were broken and splashed, and the red and blue flames crossed like a downpour, pouring down.

At the moment when the 92nd infantry cannon sounded, the Chinese soldiers who were disguised as Japanese soldiers and pretended to fight at the entrance of the Winged Valley and the Great Rift Valley immediately stopped acting, jumped to the opposite side of the fortifications and hidden, and waited quietly.

Under this sudden and devastating blow, more than 60 devil soldiers lost a third.

Life, in the face of a rain of bullets, is extremely fragile.

Witnessing this shocking scene that happened in front of him, Major Yan, who was the most calm among all the Chinese soldiers just now, would have turned around and ran away if he hadn't turned his head and saw Zhao Fugui and Fan Xiaosi standing behind him.

Gui Wei was the top killer in the world before he crossed over, and he didn't know how many lives Yan Zhi had in his hands, but it was the first time that Yan Zhi felt the shocking scene of ten thousand bullets on the battlefield like this.

Ten days ago, he killed four Japanese soldiers in the grove, which was Yan Zhi's killer nature, and it was the fatal effect of a blow that he had obtained after thousands of tempers.

Killers are born to act secretively, and secretiveness can be taken by surprise and unprepared.

Killers kill people by all means, using all means to take the lead, and then kill with one blow.

And at this moment, Yan Yan deeply knew that no matter how powerful and top-level a killer was, under the blow of this kind of 10,000 bullets, he could only be like an ordinary soldier, and he would die at any time under the bullets that did not have long eyes.

On the battlefield of thermal weapons, no matter whether you have the killing move of a thousand people or the heroism of ten thousand enemies, you can't resist the death impact of that bullet on life.

Being on a merciless battlefield is completely different from the battlefield you see in the cinema, and there are no words in the world that can fully describe this kind of shocking power.

If you don't know the price of firewood and rice, if you don't have children, you don't know how to repay your father's kindness, and if you don't go to the battlefield, Yan Zhi will never understand what kind of life and death costs China's hot-blooded men experienced in the War of Resistance Against Japan

At this time, Yan Zhi only wanted to give a deep military salute to all the Chinese soldiers who fought for the Chinese nation.

The Japanese are not as fearless as they are portrayed in Japanese textbooks. In the face of death, everyone is equal, and all people's fears are the same.

When the first cannon sounded, without waiting for the two lieutenants to say that they were hidden, all the Japanese soldiers subconsciously made the first reaction and drilled into the grass on both sides.

In fact, the two experienced Japanese lieutenants hid more than the soldiers, and on the battlefield, there was nothing more important than their own lives. It is also a natural reaction of a person, not ashamed.

Watching the reactions of the Japanese soldiers in the face of the sudden disaster, Yan Zhi felt that those in the movie were all lies. He believed that at this time, if he led the soldiers to be besieged by the Japanese in the Winged Valley, he and the Chinese soldiers would have behaved on the spot.

Under such a strong and sudden firepower attack, no one can be fearless in the face of danger, and all they can think of is how to survive. When the other side delivered such a devastating blow, all the Japanese soldiers understood that it was impossible to beg for mercy at this time, either to rush out of a bloody path, or to serve as the soul of the opponent's gun.