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After seeing Wang Sirui waving his hand to signal their order to rush forward, Feng Xiangwen subconsciously licked his somewhat dry lips, poked out half of his head slightly, and stared at the heavy machine gun not far from him.

Feng Xiangwen had seen the power of heavy machine guns, and once this big guy was angry, almost no one could resist his anger.

Moreover, Feng Xiangwen also knew very well that if the heavy machine gun of the Japanese was reactivated, it would bring them a devastating disaster.

There is no doubt that Feng Xiangwen is a person with ideals and ambitions.

But it's a pity that bad luck almost ruined Feng Xiangwen's life.

When Feng Xiangwen was born, his mother died of hemorrhage due to dystocia, and half a year later, Feng Xiangwen's grandfather and grandmother died one after another.

Faced with the great changes in his family, Feng Xiangwen's fate began to change.

Gradually, Feng Xiangwen became the most unpopular person in the village.

Childhood playmates were shouted away and reprimanded by their parents one by one, forbidding them to play with Feng Xiangwen, for fear that Feng Xiangwen would bring bad luck to them.

When he was five years old, Feng Xiangwen's father suddenly suffered a stroke, and as a result, he was paralyzed in bed and could not move, and died a year later.

One after another bad luck made Feng Xiangwen unable to survive in the family.

Perhaps in order to restore the family to its former peace, after his father's death, his brother expelled Feng Xiangwen from the house, forbade him to return home, and severed relations with him.

Feng Xiangwen, who was only six years old, fled all the way north to the famine, lived next to the official road, and also robbed the pigs for food.

When he was eight years old, Feng Xiangwen walked to Beijing alone.

That year, Feng Xiangwen encountered a turning point in his life, and an old Taoist priest felt that Feng Xiangwen was pitiful, so he put him in the Taoist temple to raise.

As a result, when he was seventeen years old, the old Taoist priest also died of illness, and he was extremely painful when he left.

All this experience made Feng Xiang wonder if he really killed all the people who had anything to do with him? Are you really possessed by bad luck?

After dealing with the old Taoist's funeral, Feng Xiangwen had even dug a grave pit for himself next to the old Taoist's grave, and then lay in it quietly and waited for death, he just hoped that after his death, someone would be able to bury him.

Feng Xiangwen has experienced so many misfortunes in this life that even he feels very tired, very tired. He thought of death, of liberation.

However, that night, Feng Xiangwen dreamed of the old Taoist priest.

In the dream, the old Taoist priest kept scolding Feng Xiangwen, scolding him for not being willing to fall, although they were indeed killed by Feng Xiangwen. But it's all because of fate, and they're still having a bad time down there.

And the only way to solve it is to purify sentient beings, and exchange merit for those who died because of him to be free from suffering and reincarnate as soon as possible.

In the dream, Feng Xiangwen thought of taking over the mantle of the old Taoist priest and continuing to maintain the dilapidated Taoist temple.

But he was reprimanded by the old Taoist, and the old Taoist also pointed out a way to Feng Xiangwen.

If he wants to break this knot, Feng Xiangwen can only go to join the army, establish a meritorious reputation, and kill the enemy on the battlefield to make meritorious contributions, the more enemies he kills, the more meritorious fame, and they can also be reincarnated as soon as possible.

So, Feng Xiangwen embarked on the road of joining the army.

But fate still played a huge joke on him, and Feng Xiangwen's unit was defeated as soon as it entered the battlefield, and he couldn't stop it.

Not to mention killing the enemy, when he returned to the capital, he found that there was no one else around him who was familiar with him.

And on the first night after Feng Xiangwen was incorporated into Wang Sirui's army, he dreamed of the old Taoist priest again.

That night, the old Taoist priest only left him two sentences. This time you've finally picked the right one. Even if you die, you can't fight a civil war.

Feng Xiangwen didn't know the meaning of the two sentences that the old Taoist priest said in his dream, especially the second sentence.

Then the capital was breached by the coalition forces, and his unit also entered the counterattack, and there was no more time for him to think so much.

Feng Xiangwen also felt that he was too tired, he wanted to be liberated as soon as possible, but he also wanted to establish a reputation so that those relatives who died because of him could be liberated as soon as possible.

But the commander told them that when you go to the battlefield, the more you are afraid of death, the more bullets will come to you. This sentence was deeply remembered by Feng Xiangwen.

The person behind him gently patted Feng Xiangwen's shoulder, interrupting Feng Xiangwen's thoughts.

Maybe after today, I'll be free. Feng Xiangwen looked up at the sky, said silently in his heart, and immediately held the rifle in his hand tightly, hunched his waist and quickly rushed forward.

Immediately after, the remaining nine fighters quickly ran out of the alley one after another, and several of them had only one goal, that is, heavy machine guns.

And after Wang Sirui left, several of them had already discussed.

Feng Xiangwen led six people to set up a blocking position, and the four people who walked at the back raised their machine guns and ran, and then everyone withdrew from the battlefield in an orderly manner.

'Whoosh ......'

A bullet flew past Feng Xiangwen's ear, and the high-speed spinning bullet left a long blood mark on Feng Xiangwen's cheek, and a hot pain came from his face.

Immediately after, the bullet burrowed into the dirt wall behind it.

'Smack......'

Feng Xiangwen, who had already regarded death as home, didn't pay attention to the wound on his cheek at all, and after the Japanese discovered their whereabouts, Feng Xiangwen raised his hand and shot it.

The bullet seemed to have an eye, and it went crazy into the head of the Japanese soldier. And the Japanese soldier who was hit didn't have time to react at all, and fell to the ground with a muffled grunt.

At this time, the sky has gradually brightened, and the situation on the battlefield can be seen much more clearly. The Japanese army that was still able to fight was only about 70 people left, and the difference in strength between the two sides was not much different.

The third company, because of its geographical advantage and sneak attack advantage, still occupies an absolute advantage in the overall battle situation.

At this moment, Feng Xiangwen's mind was very calm, and after firing a shot, Feng Xiangwen immediately used the tactical moves taught by Wang Sirui to evade them.

As soon as Feng Xiangwen left the position he was in, a bullet burrowed into the earthen wall behind him.

For a while, the two sides continued to shoot at each other, and there were casualties on both sides, but on the whole, the casualties on the Japanese side were greater.

In addition, Wang Sirui occupies a high point in the back, and it is easy to see every move of the Japanese army below.

Because of the attack of the third company, the Japanese army no longer had enough energy to care about Wang Sirui who was hiding behind and shooting black guns, and Wang Sirui was also happy like this, unhurriedly taking care of the Japanese devils who looked like officers below one by one.

Although the third company did not have heavy firepower to suppress it, with only a rifle in Wang Sirui's hand, it still suppressed the counterattack firepower of the Japanese.

Often, as soon as someone looks up, a bullet will be greeted in his head, and this kind of terrifying battle has never been seen or heard of by the Japanese.

At this moment, the Japanese could only pray silently on their psychological side, hoping that the sound of gunfire could reach the camp or other friendly troops.

It's just that the prayers of the Japanese can only end in disappointment after all, because all the weapons on Wang Sirui's side are Japanese-style weapons, and the gunshots are exactly the same as the Japanese.

And even if some Japanese soldiers heard the gunshots, after realizing that it was all their gunfire, no one would want to come, and if it was considered a robbery, it would not be fun to go back.

When Feng Xiangwen arrived at the side of the heavy machine gun, there were only eight people left with Feng Xiangwen, and this short distance of twenty or thirty meters still brought them two casualties.

Feng Xiangwen quickly lay on a bunker, constantly shooting at the rising Japanese soldiers, and shouted loudly: "Hurry up and carry it away!" I'll cover! ”

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