Under the orders and command of the battlefield commander Shinichi Hase, the officers and soldiers of the little devils launched the final general attack on the sharpshooter platoon position in three directions.

More than 100 little devil officers and soldiers in front were responsible for the firepower, so that the officers and men of the sharpshooter platoon could only stay where they were and could not go anywhere, while the rest of the little devils were outflanked from the left and right flanks respectively.

What to do?

The concentration of the officers and men of the sharpshooter platoon all exceeded that of the others, and at this time, fine beads of sweat oozed from their heads, and the only thing they could do seemed to be to lie on the spot, still swept over their heads by the bullets of the little devils.

You can't withdraw, not even raise your head and fight back.

In the face of the unreasonable all-round firepower suppression of the little devils, even if they are all like gods, there is no room for them to play at all.

On the other side, in the rear of the army of little devils, Shinichi Hasei held his hands in front of his chest, staring indifferently at the front of the battlefield, where the officers and soldiers of the sharpshooter platoon were dormant, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously floated a cruel smile, because in his eyes, the officers and soldiers of the sharpshooter platoon were no different from dead people.

What he didn't know, however, was that behind them, a ghostly figure was rapidly approaching their backs with the help of the approaching night and the cover of the dense thorny vines and shrubs around them.

The owner of this figure is none other than Yang Yun, the leader of the new regiment.

His movements were swift, but they were extremely light, and he didn't even make the slightest sound wherever he passed.

In his hand, he was holding a light machine gun with a crooked handle, and on his chest hung several magazines full of bullets, as well as several grenades, all of which had been captured from the little devil.

As for his original Mauser 98K rifle, it was carried behind him.

As the sun set, the light in the jungle had become extremely dim, and the distance of fifty or sixty meters had become the limit of vision, but the dense gunfire was becoming clearer and more piercing.

Yang Yun quickly shuttled through the dense forest, using the terrain and shrub trunks as cover, constantly approaching the position where the gunfire was most intense.

Although he had lost contact with the officers and men of the sharpshooter platoon, he knew that the place where the gunfire was most intense must be the place where the sharpshooter platoon was located.

Fearing that the officers and soldiers of the sharpshooter platoon would lose, Yang Yun had to increase his speed to the fastest, and shrubs and clusters of thorns were constantly left behind him.

"Whew-"

Finally, Yang Yun stopped after running to a crooked neck tree trunk, because he had been fighting with the little devil all day, coupled with the rapid attack at the moment, his physical consumption was very large, and now he was almost at the end of the crossbow, the reason why he hadn't fallen down was just a strong will in his heart, and he was constantly panting with his back against this crooked neck tree, as if he wanted to recover some physical strength.

The real reason why he stopped was not because of exhaustion, but because he had already seen Shinichi Hase, the commander of the little devil battlefield.

In fact, he didn't know Shinichi Hase, but based on the analysis of the battlefield situation, he determined the identity of Shinichi Hase's battlefield commander.

He clasped his hands in front of his chest and held his katana in his arms, and on his left and right stood more than two dozen little devil guards, these little devil guards stood there like javelins, judging from the momentum they exuded, they were obviously not ordinary little devils.

The rest of the little devils have already gone to the front line, only they are standing here quietly, if this is not the place where the little devil battlefield commander is, it would be strange.

After waiting for more than ten seconds, Yang Yun seemed to feel that his strength had recovered somewhat, and then he checked the weapon preparation in his hand again, and after making sure that there was no problem, he took a sharp breath, then turned around and went directly to the side of the crooked neck tree, and then strode towards the position where Shinichi Hasei was.

Shinichi Hase's eyes were fixed on the position of the sharpshooter platoon at the front of the battlefield, as if he was basking in the joy of being about to enter their position and annihilate them, unaware of the danger that was rapidly approaching them from his back.

"Yaga!"

A little devil guard's earlobe moved, and he seemed to notice a strange sound coming from behind him, so he turned his head to look, and just saw Yang Yun, who was raising his gun thirty meters away and rushing towards them quickly, subconsciously, this little devil let out an angry roar, and took off the 38-style rifle behind his back and held it in his hand.

The little devil's roar quickly attracted the attention of the other little devils, and then they unconsciously turned around.

However, at this moment, Yang Yun had already pulled the trigger of the crooked light machine gun in his hand.

"Da Da Da-"

A shuttle of thirty bullets was swept away in less than three seconds, and the little devil who was the first to notice the situation was the first to bear the burden, just holding his Type 38 rifle with both hands, and before he could raise it, he was already shot in the chest, convulsed and fell in a pool of blood, his face full of horror and unwillingness.

Yang Yun did not shoot directly, but strafed, and thirty bullets flew forward in a fan shape, yes, in addition to this little devil who was shot, there were also five or six little devils who were also shot several times, and fell to the ground in convulsions.

Yang Yun stared angrily at the little devils in front of him, as soon as the bullets in the magazine were finished, he replaced it with a magazine full of bullets, and then pulled the bolt and continued to fire at these little devils.

The pause between the two fires was less than two seconds, and in an instant, several more little devils died tragically at the muzzle of his gun.

And when he changed to the third magazine, the rest of the little devils finally reacted, they didn't want to shoot Yang Yun at the first time, but flew to the left and right sides and hid behind the tree trunk, and then used the tree trunk as a cover to react to Yang Yun.

Yang Yun knew that it was impossible for him to wipe out so many little devils at one time, yes, after these little devils reacted, he also dodged and hid behind a big tree next to him.

"Bang!"

"Bang bang bang-"

Almost the next moment when Yang Yun dodged, a few bullets hit the position where he was standing before, because the target was lost, the bullets missed, and finally drilled into the trunk behind him before stopping.

"Bang!"

"Bang bang bang-"

Without waiting for Yang Yun to catch his breath, several more bullets hit the big tree where he was hiding, and the bullets hit the big tree, and the bullets instantly sank into the trunk of the tree, knocking down pieces of dead bark.

There are even two sinister little devils who actually beckoned to his feet, if he hadn't retracted his legs in time, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

"Whew-"

Yang Yun secretly said in his heart that it was dangerous, but fortunately, this big tree was burly enough to cover his body......

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(End of chapter)