Wang Feng saw that the little soldier had fainted, so frightened that he hurriedly lay down beside the little soldier, groped with both hands on the little soldier's body for a while, and finally found the little soldier who had been shot in the abdomen, and the blood was still flowing out.

He untied the little soldier's cotton clothes, and was about to pull out the white shirt that the little soldier had tied in his trouser belt, and found the wound to treat it, when suddenly a bayonet with the sound of the wind pressed against Wang Feng's throat.

"You bastard, rascal, why do you want to scare me?"

Wang Feng was suddenly restrained, he was angry, he was angry, he was going to help the little soldier bandage the wound, the position of the wound needed to be unbuttoned, and the exposed wound of the shirt could be bandaged, how could he become a 'bastard and a hooligan'?

"Little brother, don't think I'm so evil, I'm not good at that, be obedient, put down the murder weapon, Lao Tzu will help you bandage the wound, there are a lot of things to ask you."

After all, the little soldier lost too much blood, and when he woke up, he saw that Wang Feng was taking off his clothes, and he was so angry that he snatched the bayonet that Wang Feng put aside and put it against Wang Feng's throat, but his strength couldn't keep up, his men were weak, and the bayonet fell to the ground.

Wang Feng didn't care about the little soldier's uncooperative twisting of his body, or enthusiastically helped to bandage his wounds.

The little soldier felt Wang Feng's hand touch the skin on his body, and the inner curse and shame became even stronger.

Seeing that the little man's wound was very serious, Wang Feng did not have a first-aid kit, so it seemed that he had to bandage the wound first and wait for it to be sent to the hospital for treatment, and it was important to stop the bleeding at present.

He took off his outer cotton coat, and then off his white shirt, which was now dirty and smelled of sweat.

The little soldier waiting to be bandaged shouted in horror: "You, what are you going to do?" If you dare to ...... me. ”

"Sao you balls, I'm going to take off my shirt and tear it into strips of cloth so that I can bandage your wounds, how can you always think of good people as evil at your young age, you won't really be ...... by someone."

"You bastard, your dirty shirt, soaked with stinking sweat, if you bandage my wounds, you're not saving me, you're trying to kill me."

Wang Feng was right when he thought about it, his clothes were indeed very dirty, and he might not have washed them since he put them on, and it was disgusting to be buried.

He put on his clothes and walked a few steps, found a little devil officer, quickly took off the shirt inside, tore several strips of cloth with his hands, and bandaged his two wounds that were not too serious.

Then he knelt on the ground and bandaged the little soldier and said: "Little brother, this is the shirt of the little devil officer, they have the conditions to take a bath and change their clothes often, they should be cleaner than you and mine, come on, that's it." ”

The little soldier wanted to struggle and tear, even if he died, he would not use the little devil's things, but Wang Feng's two big hands were used hard on his body from time to time, and he closed his eyes in shame, and tears flowed down the corners of his eyes.

The sky slowly turned gray, and at 5:40 in the morning, the Japanese Navy Special Marine Corps once again launched an attack on our position in Tiantongan.

Song Yuanchao, deputy battalion commander of the 4th Battalion of the 6th Regiment of the 156th Brigade, who retreated to the second line of defense, was lying on the front of the position, holding a telescope and seeing the Japanese army attacking again, he not only waved his pistol and shouted: "Concentrate firepower, use the most powerful counterattack, destroy the attacking enemy, and seize the first line of defense." ”

The powerful firepower of the enemy and us was raging in the middle ground, that is, the first line of defense of Tiantong'an, and if Wang Feng hadn't been clever enough to lie on the ground in time, I am afraid that he would have become a blood hedgehog at this time.

He had just crossed over, and before he could figure out his identity, he would fight again, and once he lost his life, it was really in vain that he was the famous king of special combat soldiers who came to this era beyond time and space.

Wang Feng saw the little soldier lying motionless on the ground, and bullets flew around him from time to time, splashing a puff of dust.

He crawled to the side of the little soldier and whispered, "You little red guy, can't you just find a hidden place to hide?" You're waiting for death. ”

In order to protect the little soldier, Wang Feng stretched out his ape arm, quickly took the little soldier in his arms, and then clamped it in the creaking nest and rolled into a shell crater.

The little soldier struggled and cried, "You bastard, you're so savage." ”

"Little brother, don't make trouble, tell me who is fighting with whom, and where is this battlefield?"

"You, are you stunned by the artillery fire of the little devil, it's a pity that you, a big man, are ...... scared."

"Little red guy, say it quickly, or I'll leave you here alone, so that you will be caught by the little devil and stripped of your clothes......."

"Are you—are you still a soldier of the 78th Division? At the moment of the great enemy, you can still say this kind of thing, if you are a gentleman, pick up the gun and kill the devil. As he spoke, the little soldier was about to climb out of the shell crater, reaching out to grab the 38 big cover on the side of the pit.

"You don't want to die?" Wang Feng dragged the little soldier into the pit, and buckled the Japanese steel helmet on his head to the head of the little soldier wearing a cotton hat.

Wang Feng knew very well in his heart that in the case of a firepower counterattack between the enemy and us, he, a soldier hiding in the middle ground, had better not do anything, and waited for the opportunity to exert his power again, which was the most knowing choice.

The firepower of both the enemy and us continued to explode overhead, and Wang Feng thought that it would be very advantageous to take action to suddenly block the attacking Japanese troops in the middle of the ground with close fire, and cooperate with the fourth battalion to recapture the first line of defense.

But hiding in the shell crater has no weapons, and I really regret that when the war broke out suddenly, I couldn't catch the powerful weapon by my side in time.

Wang Feng tentatively raised his head, through the faint light of the white fog morning, he glanced around, and when he found that twenty meters away from him was the traffic trench of the first line of defense, and there was a machine gun lying in the middle, his heart was happy.

Adventure is also a kind of survival, as long as you grasp the scale of life and death, you might as well give it a try.

He suddenly dragged the corpse of a devil on the edge of the pit into the pit, frightened the little soldier into Wang Feng's arms, stared at the frightened big eyes and asked timidly, "Company Commander Wang, what do you want to do?" ”

Company Commander Wang? What do you mean? Could it be that the deity who crossed over to this body was a company commander of the National Army?

"Little soldier, you just stay in the shell crater and see how I clean up this group of little devils who have been hit by a thousand knives."

"No, I'm going to kill devils with you."

"Little Red Guy, can you move if you are injured in the abdomen? Staying in a crater won't save your life. ”

"If you, if you don't let me follow you, you can't leave me."

This is a war, and you will lose your life at any time, isn't it you, a little red guy, who is hiding and hiding at home, right?

Wang Feng no longer bothered with the little soldiers, took off the devil's coat that was dragged into the shell crater, and only listened to the tearing of 'snort, sneer, sneer......', quickly tore into several strips of cloth, and then tied the little devil behind him.

He checked the height of the bullets flying between us and the enemy, and suddenly burst out of the shell crater, crawling forward quickly on the ground.

The bullet hit the dead devil on his back ......, but Wang Feng was not hurt at all.

The little soldier hiding in the shell crater, probed out of the shell crater, and found that Wang Feng was like a turtle, carrying a thick turtle shell on the ground and slowly crawling forward, not only shaking his head and deflating his mouth.

Wang Feng finally climbed in front of a machine gun seven or eight meters away, grabbed it in his hand and checked the Taisho 11 machine gun, which still had five bullets in it.

What the hell is this five bullets used for an egg?

He lay on the ground and looked around, and when he found a bullet box, he happily carried the little devil on his back, dragged the machine gun in his hand, and quickly crawled to the bullet box, without grabbing a single one.

Heaven will not destroy me, there must be a lot of bullets in this box.

Wang Feng finally rolled into the communication trench of the first line of defense of the fourth battalion, and at this time he was already tired and weak, and he was dizzy and dizzy due to excessive blood loss.