Of course, Wang Si would not be willing to see the little devil evacuate from under his nose, so he immediately beckoned the brothers to shoot at the retreating little devil.

For a while, the gunfire quickly spread from Wang Si's hiding place, firing at the back of the gang of little devils, and the light machine gun almost drowned the devil's body, and the bullets were scattered on the devil's back.

I saw the little devils fall to the ground one by one, and they lost their lives without understanding the situation and reason behind it, and their faces were full of doubts until the moment they died.

The devil was hit hard in an instant, and the casualties were extremely heavy, and the remaining little devils immediately turned around and fought back, in order to temporarily save their lives, find a place where they could hide themselves and then form a defensive line, waiting for the rescue of the large army.

But as far as the current situation is concerned, in order to ensure that his team is not bombed again, Wang Si will definitely not keep any distance from these little devils.

After discovering the devil's actions, Wang Si of course understood what these little devils wanted to do, so he beckoned the brothers to follow him and rush over to kill the few little devils left.

For a while, a pursuit battle instantly turned into a white-knuckle battle, and Wang Si and his brothers rushed to the little devils with short knives and fought with those devil soldiers.

This kind of melee scene really made the devil officers feel helpless, the shells in their hands had been consumed after the previous rounds of fighting, and the two combat detachments in front were bitten by Wang Si's troops, and the casualties were very heavy.

What he can do now is not to shoot from a distance, but to take the rest of the team to support this white-knuckle battle, and strive to win this battle with numerical superiority.

So he pulled out the saber on his waist and swung it towards the battlefield where Wang Si and them were fighting, and then he and all the little devils under him rushed over, quickly engaged with Wang Si and them, and began to join the white-knuckle battle.

At this time, the fourth king had already fought with the devil in the previous white-knives battle, and the physical exertion was already very large, but the little devil did not give them a chance to stop, and a larger-scale fight began again.

The soldiers fought desperately with the little devils, many times it was one against two against three, and some even had to deal with five or six devils single-handedly, and the fierceness of the battle can be imagined.

The short knife in Wang Si's hand is like a meat grinder, as long as the little devil is hit, he can't escape the fate of being cut off by the short knife.

He tried his best to kill a few little devils around him, and his body's physical strength had been consumed to the limit, and he fell to the ground weakly.

He could only feel the weight of several corpses pressing against him as his body pressed against the ground, but in a moment he lost consciousness, his eyes were shrouded in darkness, and he didn't know anything.

I don't know how long it took, the sky began to thunder, and a huge gust of wind blew up, sweeping up the surrounding dust and soot, filling the entire space.

Then the torrential rain poured down from the sky like a collapsed embankment, and the roaring rain quickly washed away the blood stains on the ground, gathered into a bright red patch, and then went down the river, half of the river red.

When Wang Si regained consciousness, he found that his body had been soaked in the rain, and his whole body was cold. He tried to open his eyes, and found that there was still darkness in front of him, only a little crevice where he could see the light, but more often than not, the rain falling.

The rain fell through the crack, which cleared his mind even more, and he tried to move his body, but found that he was crushed by something, and he couldn't move at all.

At this time, he remembered the moment before he fell unconscious, when he felt two corpses pressing on his body, and his body could not move, most likely because of this.

So he took a deep breath, exerted all his strength, and desperately pushed it to both sides, and finally with his efforts, he made a hole in it, although it was smaller than his body, but as long as he desperately squeezed out, he should be able to squeeze out.

He didn't hesitate, he did whatever he wanted, tried to get up slowly, arched into the gap, and finally with all his might, his upper body crawled up from under the cover of the corpse.

The rain ran down his head and down his body, washing the dirt from his hair and face quickly, and then continued to roll down the ground.

After resting for a while, Wang Si continued to climb up, because the washing and lubrication of the rain made it easier for him to climb out, and he stood in the pile of corpses with his body up.

The corpses on the ground, there are little devils, and there are those who advanced into the brigade, the mistakes are complicated, some are desperately hugged with the little devils, the knives in their hands stabbed each other and fell to the ground, and some were stabbed into the heart by the bayonets of seven or eight little devils, and their bodies stood and sacrificed.

There are also those who hugged the little devil and pulled the grenade, and half of their bodies were blown up...... Here is almost a true portrayal of this brutal battle, everything is so truly displayed in front of Wang Si.

At this time, Wang Si's body was soaked in the rain and allowed the cold feeling to invade, he just raised his right hand and wiped his face, so that his eyes could see everything around him clearly in the rain, and then shouted at the corpses on the ground: "Is there anyone alive?" ”

It was quiet all around, and he could not hear anything except the heavy rain, and at this moment he felt extremely lonely, as if the brothers had abandoned him, and he could not find his living brother.

"Brothers, you are talking!" Wang Si's voice trembled and swirled in the heavy rain, echoing, like a lonely Hong wailing in the sky, making people feel inexplicably sad in their hearts.

He didn't know what the final outcome of the battle was, he didn't know if the little devil had been killed by them all, or if something had happened to him to evacuate, anyway, he didn't see a single brother of his own, as if he was the only one left in the world, and loneliness invaded him in an instant.

"Damn little devils! I'll fuck you grandma! Wang Si knelt on the ground weakly, and when he saw the corpses of his brothers all over the ground, he howled out in grief, and his chest was filled with a powerful rage, as if it was about to explode.

At this moment, a hand reached out from the whole pile of devil corpses, and under the rain, it seemed so clear and obvious, almost beyond the close-up of all the environments here.

The hand shook weakly, looking very difficult, but it meant something, as if it was prompting Wang Si of something.