Not long after, a group of camouflage uniforms walked out of the jungle one after another, standing fifty or sixty meters away in front of the little devil.

Of course, it was the Snow Wolf Special Combat Team, and the leader was the captain Su Canwen, followed by Tie Erdan, Huang Shulin, Jiang Shi, Lei Zhan, Xiaodao, and Meijiang, although they also suffered heavy casualties, but at least these backbones were still there.

"Hehe, the little devil is going to fight the dagger with us, and the brothers tell us if we want to fight?" Su Canwen looked at the little devil in front of him and smiled evilly.

"Yes, fuck him!"

The soldiers shouted in unison.

"What a fart, how much is the life of a little devil worth? The lives of our brothers are much more expensive, so if you don't need a good bayonet, you will fight with them with a dagger, and your skulls will be burned out, right? ”

There was an immediate burst of laughter at the scene, and there was some gloom in the laughter.

"Unload your equipment and put on your bayonet!" Su Canwen shouted fiercely.

Man Seventy or Eighty immediately unloaded his superfluous belongings, drew his dagger and clicked the bayonet on the ground.

The AK47 is equipped with a Mitsubishi military spur, but in order to reduce the weight of the equipment, the Snow Wolf special combat team is not equipped with a military spur, and the dagger on the upper of the shoe is used as a military spur at a critical moment.

While everyone was busy, Su Canwen called Mei Jiang and Xiaodao to his side and whispered, "Check it, how many bullets are left?" ”

"I have five more shots." Knife Road.

"I still have five shots." Meijiang Road.

The Snow Wolf Special Operations Team has also run out of bullets a long time ago, and all the bullets of the whole team were concentrated in the hands of these two super shooters yesterday, so these ten bullets are also all their belongings.

"As many as you want, shoot them all before you charge, and don't waste one." Su Canwen said.

"Ah...... With a gun, you can't win with a gun, right? Mei Jiang was stunned and said.

Su Canwen shot like electricity, and a popping chestnut hit Mei Jiang's head, and said angrily: "What do you want, there is a group of beasts in front, and you are still talking about morality with beasts?" ”

Mei Jiang smirked at his head, but the knife covered his mouth and gloated on the side.

In Su Canwen's view, it's okay to pretend to be forced, but you have to use the lives of soldiers to pretend to be forced, this kind of coercion doesn't matter, what he learned from Jiang Haoran is the way to kill, what is the most convenient and direct to use, and definitely don't play with those bells and whistles.

Moreover, they are also accustomed to fighting rabbits with all their might, and they will not feel embarrassed at all that there are more people bullying less people.

After a while, the team members picked up their bayonets and slowly walked towards the enemy, and Su Canwen could only watch the battle from the sidelines because the wound on his arm had not healed.

The little devil on the opposite side danced the dagger in his hand, and slowly approached the team members, although they did not have an advantage in numbers, and the guy in his hand obviously did not have the snow wolf special combat team to take advantage of, but they did not flinch, and they really had a bit of iron and blood.

The knife and Mei Jiang pressed the bullets in their hands into the chamber one by one, slowly, as if they were not in a hurry at all.

"Meijiang, let's compete again, who is faster this time." The knife squinted at Mei Jiangdao, and the little guy was still a little unwilling to admit defeat.

"It's better than whom, who's afraid of whom, but there has to be one more to add, more than whom." A playful smile appeared at the corner of Mei Jiang's mouth.

"Okay, I'll be the referee for you!" Su Canwen was also interested, gave them a place, and stood aside and looked at the two with interest.

The knife and Mei Jiang are of the same age, but the difference in stature and size is very large, the knife is one meter seven four tall, and he has a broad waist and a round hole.

Mei Jiang's height is less than 1.7 meters, although he is not the weak and thin cow baby he was back then, but he is at least half a size smaller than the knife.

The two of them, one tall and one short, one fat and one thin, stood in front, and they both chose to stand without support.

With Su Canwen's order, the two of them raised almost at the same time, a gunshot rang out, the knife took the lead in shooting, and the bullet that rotated forward at high speed drilled into the head of a little devil fifty meters away in the blink of an eye, and the bullet entered the back of the head from the red dot of the "warrior's turban", and the high-speed kinetic energy brought out some fragments, which were vaguely visible, and the little devil fell to the ground in response, and he couldn't die anymore.

The knife quickly pulled the bolt and unloaded it, but his eyes glanced at Mei Jiang proudly, because Mei Jiang's gun had not yet sounded, and he was obviously several seconds faster than Mei Jiang.

"Phew".

The gun in Mei Jiang's hand finally fired, and when the knife raised his eyes forward, he suddenly found a strange scene, and two little devils fell to the ground at the same time.

At this moment, the knife panicked, and the gun in his hand shook from side to side, always trying to find an opportunity for the two heads to overlap, but at this time, the island army found that the snow wolf special combat team still had bullets, and they had already begun to charge rapidly, and it was crowded with people, and it was even more difficult to aim.

Mei Jiang has no sense of disobedience, he raises his hand without aiming, and if he shoots down, two people will fall at the same time.

In the blink of an eye, Mei Jiang had finished firing the fourth shot and killed eight enemies, but the knife had not yet fired the second shot, and he was suddenly sweating profusely.

"You don't have to hit the head, it's okay to have the head in front of you facing the chest and abdomen of the person in the back." Mei Jiang pulled the bolt and said slowly.

After getting the revelation, the knife quickly fired a second shot, and sure enough, it also pierced through two shots, and suddenly his spirit was greatly lifted, and he fired again and again.

By the time the knife had finished firing five bullets, Mei Jiang was already looking at him with a smile on his face with a gun.

Su Canwen announced the results, Mei Jiang killed ten people with five bullets, and seven people with five bullets from the knife, and Mei Jiang won.

On the opposite side, the killing shouts shook the sky, mixed with the staggered sound of cold weapons, and the two groups of people were completely mixed together, and the cruel white-knuckle battle was tragically staged in the afterglow of the setting sun.

The Snow Wolf Special Combat Team still uses a triangular formation against the enemy, which is Jiang Haoran's original tactic, and once won a complete victory in Imphal with 50 against 150 British troops.

Although the enemy in front of them was obviously much stronger than the British soldiers, they were inferior in strength and weapons, and the stabbing skills of the Snow Wolf Special Combat Team were only higher than them, so what awaited them was only to be slaughtered.

In less than ten minutes, a lot of people have fallen on the ground, all of them are little devils, although the snow wolf special combat team also has casualties, but the number is not large, only seven or eight people, and they have been turned away from the battlefield area by the team members, this is the advantage of a large number of people, you can free up personnel at any time to rescue the wounded.

One by one, the little devils on the ground were either cut through a big hole in their chests, or they were cut open and stabbed through the neck with bayonets, and the blood gathered from the smooth rocks with a little slope into small streams, gurgling down, and the scene was very bloody.

Ten minutes later, the fierce battle ended, there were only a dozen people left in the little devils, who had been forced to the edge of the cliff, almost every one of them was wounded, many needed to support each other to stand, the blood on their bodies was flowing, their mouths were panting, and there was only despair and fear in their eyes, and the former majesty was no more.