I don't know how long it took, but the gunshots finally fell silent, until his overly violent heartbeat gradually regained its calmness, and Yang Huimin climbed out of the trench and quietly dived into the Suzhou Creek under the cover of darkness. Yang Huimin, who grew up by the sea and is proficient in the surname of water, swam across the Suzhou Creek by diving in just one breath and climbed onto this land that has carried too much gunsmoke and blood in two days.

When she turned over a temporary trench made of sandbags on the east side of the Sixing warehouse, Yang Huimin's eyes suddenly widened.

A soldier with a Type 38 rifle in his hand leaned on a sandbag to treat the wounds on his body with a hemostatic bandage, and found that Yang Huimin had turned into the trench, and this well-trained professional soldier picked up the rifle in his hand at the first time.

This is a wounded soldier who was injured on the battlefield when his right leg was blown up by a grenade during the night raid on the Sixing warehouse, and he fainted on the battlefield just now, and because the location was too remote, he was not taken away from the battlefield.

No one thought that they would encounter the enemy in such a situation, and the two of them just sat in the trench and stared at each other blankly.

Yang Huimin didn't dare to move, the rifle in the other party's hand should still have bullets, of course she mustered up the courage to rush over, but her task could not be completed, and the national flag tightly wrapped around her waist would fall less than a hundred meters away from the Sixing warehouse along with her corpse. In that case, even if she died, what kind of face would she have to meet the 250,000 Chinese warriors who had already slept in this land?!

The soldier didn't shoot. He is a veteran, he clearly knows that this place is less than a hundred meters away from the Sixing warehouse, not to mention the dozens of light and heavy machine guns and mortars in the hands of those [***] people, they are condescending, and those soldiers with enough strength can even throw grenades into the trenches.

As soon as he pulled the trigger, a few seconds later, the trench would be completely covered with bullets fired from machine guns. He and the Chinese girl in front of him in a Boy Scout uniform will be finished together!

The two of them sat there in a daze, no one said a word, and for a moment the trench fell into an absolutely eerie tranquility.

Quiet, really quiet.

The two of them could hear each other's sharp heartbeats.

Close, really close.

They were so close that they could clearly see the beads of sweat slowly sliding on each other's skin under such a yellowish moonlight.

The soldier gently pulled the bolt of the gun, and without making a sound as much as possible, he actually withdrew the bullets from the rifle in front of Yang Hui, and then carefully put the bullets into his pocket. He was a cautious man, and he definitely didn't want to be picked up by the Chinese girl after he put the loaded rifle aside.

Seeing this absolutely unexpected scene, Yang Huimin's eyes couldn't help but widen, but she soon understood what this soldier wanted to do.

The soldier slowly pulled out a bayonet more than a foot long from the scabbard, a narrow and graceful Type 95 military bayonet, which radiated a silver brilliance in the moonlight. Grabbing the bayonet in his hand, looking at the Chinese girl in front of him, who had developed quite well and looked like the best choice, the soldier couldn't help but lick his lips.

It had been two full years since he had come to this land destined to be conquered by their Imperial Army. Even he didn't know how many Chinese he had killed with this bayonet.

When they practiced assassination combat on the training ground, the instructor ordered them to use captured Chinese as targets, which was said to allow them to quickly adapt to the battlefield and even enjoy slaughter and death. When he first stabbed the bayonet into the Chinese who was tied to a stake and his eyes were still covered with strips of black cloth, he vomited on the spot.

Later he got used to it. Soldiers like them, leaving their homes, leaving their homeland, are fighting everywhere in such a strange land. After a long time, they need some way to vent their pent-up emotions. Using a bayonet to greet the Chinese who are as harmless as little sheep seems to be a pretty good and harmless way.

In the end, he fell in love with killing.

He liked to look at the pitiful appearance of the Chinese men who were stronger than him in the face of the bayonet in a condescending manner. The wretched creature did not dare to resist at all, but trembled and allowed him to stab the bayonet into his body; He prefers to listen to the desperate and painful cries of Chinese women who value Zhen Cheng more than her life, as they struggle beneath his body. If they were to be annihilated in front of their relatives or even their husbands, their cries would be even more perfect......

He could almost see the way he stabbed the bayonet into the chest of the Chinese girl in front of him as she struggled and twisted in a pool of blood. There was even a trace of regret in his heart, it was really a pity, maybe she was still a virgin! The most unfortunate thing was that he even had to reach out and cover the girl's mouth so tightly that he could not even hear her moans and wails before she died, which was his favorite kind of enjoyment......

At this moment, he suddenly saw a figure, like a crazy she-wolf, slammed into him. In an impossible situation, the unarmed Chinese girl, who did not seem to be in any danger, actually attacked him first!

Yang Huimin clearly knew that even if this soldier had been seriously injured, compared to such a well-trained professional soldier, she was still so weak that she was not vulnerable at all. If she still wants to live, if she wants to continue to complete the task she has not completed, she must turn herself into a complete lunatic!

Yang Huimin didn't pay attention to the bayonet that would strike a fatal blow to her at any time, she used her ten fingers to grab at the face of this soldier, she opened her mouth, revealing two rows of fine and dense white teeth, and bit desperately at the body of the soldier in front of her, she raised her leg and used her knee to hit the bloody thigh of the soldier in front of her who was blown up by the grenade, it was a hysterical slamming and kicking.

That soldier was really beaten, even on the battlefield, he had never seen such a crazy attack! Yang Huimin's knee hit his wound again and again, and each impact would make his whole body tremble in pain, and Yang Huimin's ten fingers, like ten small bayonets, kept stabbing him in the face, and the feeling of splitting his head and covering his face made him involuntarily think of heavy machine gun fire.

"Kara...... Kara ......"

At this time, his whole body was trembling in pain, and his wrist might have been bitten off by the madman in front of him, otherwise how could it make a terrible sound like a broken wooden stick? When he couldn't bear the intense pain anymore, and subconsciously opened his mouth and screamed, he was surprised to find that he didn't know when, because it hurt too much, his teeth had bitten off his tongue raw!

The sound waves he spat into the air barely let out a few hoarse, animal-like wails.

"You let go of me!"

There was already a hint of crying in the voice he squeezed out of his mouth, and he raised his left fist and smashed it Yang Huimin's head.

In the end, Yang Huimin simply strangled the other party's seriously injured thighs with her two legs, and she desperately twisted and squeezed, grinding and pressing, allowing the hot blood flowing from his wounds to soak through her clothes, while pressing her head against the other party's chin and continuing to bite him on the chest.

And her two hands grabbed the blade of the bayonet, and let the opponent's fists smash into her head one after another. His fist was really heavy, and every time he smashed down, dozens of golden stars would explode in front of Yang Huimin's eyes, and her ears were more like a swarm of bees burrowing into it, buzzing and buzzing there.

At this time, Yang Huimin had only one very simple thought in his heart: "As long as you can't snatch the bayonet, you can't kill me!" ”

The shrapnel embedded in his thigh, as Yang Huimin's legs continued to twist, there was a burst of intense pain, which had already caused most of his body to fall into a state of numbness, and his eyes were even darker one after another. Feeling the blood and vitality, flowing outward along the wound on his thigh, he clearly knew that he was about to die.

His right leg was injured and he couldn't stand up, and the space in the trench was so cramped that he didn't have the strength to push away the woman who was hanging on him.

As a soldier, especially a soldier who set foot on the land of other countries to conquer, he knew that he probably did not live long, but he really did not expect that he would die so miserably. Although Yang Huimin's attack was crazy, it was not lethal enough, but she strangled the opponent's body to the death, coupled with the fierce struggle and fighting, it was enough to make the blood shed by this soldier meet the standard of death.

In a trance, it was as if he saw familiar faces.

There are men and women, old people and children, and all of them are full of pain and unwillingness written on their faces. Every face that kept fluttering in front of him represented the life of a Chinese civilian who once existed, but was extinguished in his hands. The owners of these faces all looked at him quietly, as if they were inviting, and seemed to be waiting for him to embark on the same path of no return.

He shuddered involuntarily. If a person dies like a lamp going out, of course, it will be a hundred, but if a person dies, there is really a soul, there really is an eighteen layers of hell, there is too much blood on this land, and there are too many grievances, what kind of judgment will he get, and how should he face those unjust souls who died in his hands?

Even if he died in the end, he didn't close his eyes full of horror and pain. And Yang Huimin was sitting next to his corpse, she was retching incessantly, but in the end she didn't vomit anything. She wanted to cry out loud, but Yang Huimin bit her lip desperately, allowing big, big tears to slip down her face silently, mixed with the blood splashed on her face by the soldier, and fell fiercely into this heavy ground that had already been covered with steel and flesh, making a "flutter, flutter" sound.

If this is maturity, this is the growth and test that a patriot must go through to survive in troubled times, then the price paid by Yang Huimin is really too big.

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