When Chen Kangjian ordered a strong attack, Chen Yongfu was also preparing to counterattack. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Cannonballs rained down, and orange-red flames burst continuously.

Although it was already the end of April, the snow on the ground had not yet completely melted, and in some sunny places, there were still large chunks of snow that had been blown up, forming irregular craters, like scars on the earth, and like bare mouths, so unscrupulously mocking the humans who were fighting each other.

"Company commander, find a way to do something, we can't be beaten so passively......" Calvon was scurrying around, finally found a big rock, hid behind and shouted wildly.

"Heavy man, mount the machine gun and prepare to counterattack ......"

"Mortars, shelling run ready fire to suppress ......"

"Damn, come over and kill Lao Maozi's artillery with Lao Tzu......"

At this time, the first company was already in confusion, and several voices were issuing orders at the same time, so that the soldiers were at a loss, they did not know who to listen to.

In fact, they are all veterans, and at this time, it is enough to follow the most instinctive reaction to launch a counterattack, but because there is no unified command, it seems that the dragons are leaderless.

"Shut up the fuck......" Chen Yongfu roared angrily, and it was transmitted to the ears of every soldier very clearly on the battlefield where the guns and cannons sounded, and then Chen Yongfu listened attentively, and it only took more than ten seconds to make a decision: "Lao Maozi doesn't have a few people, they only have two machine guns and two mortars, counterattack and counterattack......"

Of course, to fight back, at this time it is most taboo to order multiple doors, and one voice is enough.

As the company commander, Chen Yongfu was the commander: "The first platoon organized the defense on the spot, the second platoon made a detour from the left side, ready to outflank the enemy's rear road, and the third platoon served as a reserve, immediately rescuing the wounded and ready to fill at any time." Joe, Joe...... Organize your mortars to fire back immediately, it doesn't matter where you shoot, it's enough to make your voice heard......"

Joe, the platoon leader of the first company's machine guns, had four heavy machine guns and four mortars at the same time.

"Boss, to knock out Lao Maozi's artillery position, it's right behind that grove......" Calvon provided information in time.

Although he is only an infantryman, after all, he has accumulated years of experience in the army, and he is not to mention that he is as professional as those "scientists" in artillery, and at least he has a judgment.

"Who led the assault? What's more, Lao Tzu will go and ...... in person" Chen Yongfu decided to carry out this task in person, there was no way, the order just now already included all his subordinates.

Just as Chen Yongfu had just taken off his shirt and was about to fight shirtless, Zheng Jing's voice came from beside him: "I'll go ......"

"You? You can give Lao Tzu a way to stand up first! Chen Yongfu despised his partner very much at this moment.

Chen Yongfu has already decided that when this battle is over, he will send a report asking for a replacement, Chen Yongfu would rather not have a deputy company commander, and he would not have such a coward to disturb the morale of the army here.

"I can ......" Although it was a little shaky, Zheng Jing really stood up.

"Are you sure?" The military situation is like fire, Chen Yongfu has no heart to talk nonsense.

"Okay!" Zheng Jing was decisive.

Zheng Jing was carrying a rifle with a bayonet in his hand, and the shoulder strap of the rifle was not put away as required, just swaying under the rifle, and Zheng Jing didn't care.

"Okay, how many people do you bring...... No...... More than a dozen people...... No...... Just fuck me off! Chen Yongfu was not at ease.

"Do you dare to fight with Lao Tzu?" Zheng Jing suddenly roared.

Zheng Jinggang's voice was still as weak as a sheep, and in the end, it was almost as crazy as a roar.

"I'll go!" A soldier got up, threw down his backpack, picked up a few grenades and loaded them into a portable gear, straightened the shoulder straps on his rifle, opened the magazine to check the bullets, carefully loaded the bayonet, and used his hands to determine the firmness, as if he were his own newlywed wife.

"I'll go ...... too," another soldier stepped forward.

"Count me in!" The Foreign Legion has never lacked warriors.

"Good!" Chen Yongfu was overjoyed, and was ready to say a few words to boost morale, and by the way, arrange offensive tactics.

"Kill ......" Zheng Jing suddenly let out a wild roar, and rushed towards the Russian position with stumbling steps.

This voice was extremely crazy and sudden, a little like a human voice, like a wail in hell, like a cry of despair.

In the slaughterhouse, such a sound is often heard......

Chen Yongfu was taken aback, stretched out his hand to pull but grabbed an air, Zheng Jing had already rushed out of the improvised bunker formed by the armored car.

The direction of Zheng Jing's charge was not at all an artillery position behind the woods, but a frontal position of the Russians.

Such a charge is not a roundabout, this is a search for death!

No wonder even if only three people responded, Zheng Jing immediately charged, he was not there to kill the enemy at all, but to seek death......

"...... After this battle, Lao Tzu will definitely kill you! Chen Yongfu jumped like thunder, but then began to give orders with a roar: "Fire cover, cover, everyone, fire cover......"

There was blood red in front of me, because there were tears, and I saw things a little hazy; The palms of his hands were full of sweat stains, and he was slimy and couldn't grasp the gun steadily; The sound of bullets piercing through the air was in his ears, and there were shells exploding around him, but Zheng Jing could hardly feel it, only hearing the thunderous beating of his heart.

The soldiers around him kept falling, the road under his feet was bumpy, the military boots on his feet were covered with mud, and Zheng Jing almost rushed forward with his hands and feet.

It doesn't look like a charge, but rather a rush to reincarnate.

In order to prevent the rifle in his hand from slipping, Zheng Jing put the shoulder strap in his hand and tied himself and the rifle firmly.

An old hairy man suddenly flashed in front of "Ula ......", this guy had a full beard, a very conspicuous red nose, a somewhat hideous face, and a distorted expression......

Zheng Jing, like his brother Zheng Dali, has practiced eagle claw boxing since he was a child, Zheng Jing may not be able to beat Zheng Dali, and it is not a problem to clean up one or two hairs.

Facing the bayonet that stabbed at him, Zheng Jing almost subconsciously raised the rifle in his hand and stabbed with a dash......

"Liberal ......"

The sound of a bayonet entering the body is indescribable, like a dinner knife cutting butter, like a punch breaking a rotten watermelon, more like jumping from a ten-meter cliff into a deep pool......

In any case, when Zheng Jing stabbed the bayonet into the body of this old man, when Zheng Jing watched this old man struggle in pain, when Zheng Jing watched the color in the eyes of this old man gradually fade, the feeling of life and death in my hand at that moment completely ignited the rage factor in Zheng Jing's body.

"Kill the ......" Zheng Jing let out an even more frantic howl, the rifle in his hand was twisted, and the old Maozi who was holding the body of the gun tightly softened as if he had been drained of blood, Zheng Jing gently loosened forward, feeling that the muzzle of the gun had touched the chest of the old Maozi, and then pulled it out like lightning.

Blood suddenly gushed out, dyeing the clothes on the old man's chest red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the red blood halo became bigger and bigger, until it was magnified to the extreme......

"Ula ......" two more hairy people pounced.

Zheng Jing did not hesitate, the rifle in his hand pushed aside a bayonet that stabbed him, flashed the other bayonet sideways, raised the rifle in his hand, and smashed the butt of the rifle into the face of an old hairy man.

"Poof......

This time it was really like a punch that smashed a rotten watermelon, the old hairy man's nose was dented, and the broken nasal bone pierced deep into the pituitary gland, and the man fell soft without saying a word.

A real one-hit fatality.

The other Maozi had not yet come to his senses, the rifle in his hand was still in the posture of stabbing out, and he was suddenly hit hard at the Adam's apple on his neck, and he heard the sound of "Kala", like a handful of scratching an egg and another life was lost......

Countless blue-and-gray soldiers rushed into the woods, entangled with countless gray-clothed figures, biting with teeth, smashing with stones, stabbing with knives, and doing everything they could to kill each other.

War, damn war!

It was not until a long time later that the wails and roars gradually subsided, the fighting calmed down, the boiling grove returned to dead silence, the thick smell of blood permeated, and the corpses were strewn all over the field.

"Okay, I really can't see it, you kid is still ruthless, okay, let's recognize you as a brother...... Chen Yongsheng patted Zheng Jing's shoulder and laughed.

At this time, Zheng Jing's ears were half missing, and now the blood stains have coagulated; I don't know if there is a bloody mark on the face from a branch or a bayonet, but fortunately it is not too deep, and if it is carefully treated, it should not leave a scar; The clothes on his body were tattered, full of tears and blood marks, both Zheng Jing's own and those old hairy.

Just after Zheng Jing rushed into the woods, Zheng Jing ran all the way to the mortar position of the Russians, and on this road of about 200 meters, at least 30 Russian soldiers fell along the way, all of them were fatal with one blow, and there was no power to fight back.

Hearing Chen Yongsheng's praise, Zheng Jing raised his eyes to look at Chen Yongsheng expressionlessly, muttered softly, and then bypassed Chen Yongsheng and walked in the direction of the armored car.

If it weren't for Chen Yongsheng's ear power being good enough, Chen Yongsheng wouldn't have heard what Zheng Jing was talking about at all.

Looking at Zheng Jing's back, Chen Yongsheng opened his mouth to habitually scold, but he didn't say anything.

Zheng Jing's back was thin and lonely, perhaps because Zheng Jing's body was injured in the battle just now, or because of his prostration after excitement, Zheng Jing looked a little stumbling.

A paramedic ran to Zheng Jing and wanted to hold Zheng Jing to help him check it.

Zheng Jing shook his head slightly, weakly but resolutely refusing the help of the medical guards.

Just like that, I returned to the armored car with that rifle.

"I don't have a brother!"

Zheng Jing replied to Chen Yongsheng.

(To be continued.) )