This is the third day of the battle of Jiang Dazong.

Once again, the rebels who came up to them were repulsed, and the offense and defense had become mechanical, and it seemed that this was a daily homework.

There was no cheering on the ground, and the initial excitement had long since been replaced by numbness. Whenever the enemy retreats again, what the soldiers need most is to seize the time and have a good rest.

"There are not many bullets, and two platoons have basically run out of bullets." Staff officer Ma Xiao came over and said.

"Take a bayonet and kill the rebels!" Wang Hengyue's head didn't even lift down.

Ma Xiao cracked his mouth indifferently: "I'm afraid Yu Lei won't be able to come." ”

"It's coming." No one knows where Wang Hengyue got such confidence. In fact, maybe even Wang Hengyue himself doesn't know why he is so confident in Yu Lei.

"The rebels are coming up again! The rebels are coming up again! ”

Wang Hengyue stood up with a "whew" and checked the revolver, and there were still the last six bullets left.

Pete also cried out, "King, I only have three bullets!" ”

"No bullets, with bayonets!" Wang Hengyue adjusted his breathing: "Brothers, put the rebels closer and fight again!" Bullets are gone, with bayonets! Hold on a little longer, reinforcements will be there soon! ”

The soldiers were not too alarmed by the situation in front of them. Their officers are here.

This young commander, who has not even completely faded from the childishness on his face, has been fighting with them since the first gunshot and has never taken a step back!

These soldiers, from the first day of entering the barracks, have been constantly instilled with Wang Hengyue's true or exaggerated side by the commanders, in their hearts, Wang Hengyue is everything, their food and clothing, their soul, and their spiritual pillar!

As long as their royal officer is here, they don't have to be afraid of anything!

Although such a blind, unreasonable worship of superstitious individuals is not the direction of the future army, for the time being, it is enough!

The rebels didn't know if it was the first day they had come up. As things stand, the psychology of the rebels is also on the verge of collapse.

In the past three days, the corpses of the rebels have piled up into a hill in front of Jiang Dazong. No matter how many times they charged, they were faced with merciless shooting by the officers and soldiers on the opposite side.

If it weren't for the fanatical religious beliefs, they would have been unable to sustain it a long time ago. In this respect, they have some similarities with the soldiers of the first team.

On the one hand, there is religious belief and on the other hand, there is a cult of personality, and when these two forces collide, the only thing to compete is to see who can hold out until the last moment!

"Don't shoot, get closer and hit again!"

"Don't shoot! No shooting! ”

The low roars of officers at all levels kept ringing in the ears of the soldiers.

"Ready to prepare"

Jiang Dazong's position became quiet, making the rebels feel the quiet of fear.

"Shoot!"

With this roar, the position that was still silent just now suddenly burst into gunfire!

As always, the rebels were shot down in an instant. But death has become insensitive for the rebels. Mechanically, like puppets, they walked numbly on the corpses of their companions.

"Run out of bullets!"

"No more bullets!"

Such cries rang out from the sheds.

Wang Hengyue pulled out his war knife and looked at the dense rebels, there was no nervousness, no fear, on the contrary, there was a faint excitement, he took a deep breath:

"All of them, bayonets!"

The soldiers silently installed their bayonets and waited silently.

The rebels had already rushed in front of him, and Wang Hengyue's sword leaned forward:

"Those who betray me, kill!"

"Those who betray me, kill!"

This is the roar of the first team of officers and soldiers like thunder!

Shining bayonets, raising a dazzling cold light among the rebels! Rows of bayonets, like lightning bolts, pierced into the rebels' bodies quickly and straight! Accompanied by a stream of blood light!

The battlefield, at this moment, is back to the era of cold weapons!

"Kill!" Wang Hengyue swung his knife hard, and a head was cut in half under the extremely sharp sword, and a large stream of blood splashed on Wang Hengyue's already bloodstained military uniform!

The most primitive beast surname of human beings jumped in the chest, and the fear of death had long been replaced by blood and cruelty on this bloody battlefield!

The two rebels rushed in front of Wang Hengyue together, and the two Tibetan knives slashed at Wang Hengyue one on the left and one on the right.

The sound of "clanging" sounded chaotically, and suddenly a rebel on the left let out a miserable cry, and his head was in a different place!

"My lord, watch out for the right!" Huang Zixuan cut down the rebel on the left who attacked the team officer, and hurriedly shouted loudly.

Wang Hengyue fought up and slashed down with a knife, the rebels were horrified, and tried their best to block, only to hear a loud sound of "dang", followed by a cry of pain, one of the rebels' arms fell to the ground, and the hand on the ground was still holding a hidden knife.

Wang Hengyue stabbed again, and as a result, the surname of this rebel army was killed, he gasped a few times, looked at Huang Zixuan, and saw that this guard of his own was holding a big knife in his hand:

"Zixuan, when the battle is over, let Lao Tzu help Lao Tzu build hundreds of big knives like you!"

Huang Zixuan couldn't react for a while, what does it mean that "you Lao Tzu" helps "Lao Tzu" build?

Looking there, Pete crossed his waist with one hand and held the command knife in the other, assuming a posture of Western fencing, and was bluffing at the enemy opposite.

It's a pity that this foreign devil's fencing skills are by no means as powerful as he bragsed, and as soon as he saw his face, he was beaten in embarrassment. Pete turned around and ran.

When the rebels approached, Pete suddenly stopped, and the chasing rebels couldn't hold their feet, so they rushed over, and Pete "brushed", and the command knife pierced deeply into the hearts of the rebels.

Before he could pull out the knife, a hideous-looking rebel man rushed over again, Pete simply let go, let the command knife and the corpse of the rebel killed by himself fall to the ground together, and then clenched his hands into fists and jumped:

"Come on, come on, American punch, awesome!"

"Whew", the rebels punched over, Pete was indeed not bragging in the punch, there were a few moments, dexterously dodged, and it was also a punch, right in the face of the rebels.

Then a few punches followed, and raindrops fell on the rebels' front doors, splashing blood everywhere, and the rebels screamed in pain.

The whole position was fighting, all in hand-to-hand combat. The soldiers of the first team showed bravery that surprised Wang Hengyue. Despite their numerical inferiority, they were not at all flustered.

On the contrary, although the rebels are numerous, they lack organization, and they do not take advantage of them at all.

At this time, a burst of cheers suddenly sounded on Jiang Dazong's position:

"Reinforcements have arrived, our reinforcements have arrived!"