From the day he arrived in Königsberg on his return to Europe, Dayan was ready for sacrifice. But when this day really came, he realized that all preparations were empty. When the Poles rushed up like a mountain of people, when the comrades around them fell one after another, what could they do if they were mentally prepared?

Dayan was not reconciled, he had not yet seen his people live in peace, he had not yet seen the moment when his children and grandchildren were full, which was the lifelong hope of all Jews. What's even more unwilling is that he actually fell in front of such a pig-like enemy, even if he wants to die, Dayan hopes to die in the hands of heroes, without heroes, Xiaoxiong can do anything. And what are these muddy Polish chops?

Those who are knocked down by the dregs like a footcloth can only be a garbage store that is more garbage than a footcloth! Dayan would never admit that he was such a being.

What a pity!

Dayan sighed, picked up his rifle and opened fire on the Poles who rushed up, his marksmanship was so good that almost every bullet could take a Pole. But the number of Poles was so great that he could kill ten or eight, but not eighty-eight hundred.

When these little footcloths rushed up with a scream, when they roamed through Dayan's positions and trenches like ants, there was a feeling of helplessness!

However, Dayan did not intend to run away or surrender, he fought with a bayonet when he ran out of bullets, smashed with the butt of a gun when the bayonet was bent, and beaten with his fist when the butt was broken, even if there was only one mouth left in the end, he would bite these footcloths to death. He wants to show these footcloths that the Jews are not like them!

Dayan's positions were instantly overwhelmed by the Poles, in the trenches, on flat ground. Scenes of hand-to-hand combat can be seen everywhere. Under the leadership of Dayan. Not a single Jewish fighter fled or surrendered. They regarded death as their home, and with their bayonets and sappers they told the Poles that they wanted to occupy Lao Tzu's position unless Lao Tzu died!

The fierce hand-to-hand combat began, the popping of bayonets into the human body, the clatter of blades rubbing against bones, screams, shouts of killing, and played the most magnificent symphony.

Two of the weakest peoples in the world have the power to survive. collided head-on, and the sparks aroused were unusually brilliant!

The spear in Dayan's hand pierced the enemy's chest accurately, and a stream of blood sprayed him in the face, and he didn't care to wipe it, he pulled out the spear and smashed down the enemy who tried to sneak attack from behind, and then blocked and assassinated with all his might.

Dayan didn't know how many enemies he had killed, but mechanically brandished his spear and knocked over the enemies in front of him one by one. He was like a bloody man, covered in slimy red blood, as if he had just been fished out of a pool of blood. Even. He didn't know how much of the blood was from the enemy and how much was his own.

There was no time to figure it out. There is no need to figure it out. Dayan was already in a state of demonization, and only knew how to kill all enemies in front of him mechanically. If he can't kill them, then he will be killed.

The rules are as simple as that, and they're so cruel. The only good thing was that as the two armies became entangled, the enemy's artillery support immediately stopped. At this moment, the battlefield belongs to cold weapons, and it belongs to the most amazing game!

Whoosh...... Whoosh......

Dayan's breathing became heavier and heavier, and his two arms seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and every time he lifted a gun and every assassination, it took all his strength, and gradually, Dayan lost some strength.

Again, he stabbed his spear into the enemy's chest, and this time he couldn't pull it out even if he tried hard. People get tired, and knives are dull, and Dayan's tiredness is quickly noticed by the Poles.

"Kill him! Kill the one who is the head! ”

After a shout, three Polish footcloths rushed up, all trying to pick up Dayan's big bargain. Dayan smiled bitterly, and he didn't fight against the jammed spear anymore, it didn't make sense, but even if he died, he would have to pull at least one or two more pads.

Just when Dayan was ready to meet the last moment, with a roar, a man covered in blood like him rushed over, a hungry tiger pounced, knocked over two footcloths, and the three people rolled around in the trenches, seeing that the footcloths were about to gain an advantage, the bloodied man glanced in the direction of Dayan, and resolutely pulled the grenade, and with a loud bang, the three disappeared into the smoke!

"Duck!"

Dayan roared angrily, this heroic warrior who died heroically was the guard beside him, born in Ukraine, who had been rolling on horseback with the Cossacks since he was a child, he was the best cavalryman and the most brave warrior. In the previous battles, Darker had saved Dayan's life more than once, and the relationship between the two sides had surpassed that of brothers!

The heroic sacrifice of his friend greatly stimulated Dayan's nerves, and his already exhausted body seemed to be stimulated, and he pounced like a rabid dog on the last footcloth, and in complete mania, he scared his opponent into a horse's stomach, crawling with urine and preparing to flee for his life.

However, Dayan didn't give him a chance to escape, he rode on the opponent's back, and after a punch and kick, he almost twisted this guy's head off his neck!

This is not the end, the crazy Dayan picked up a sapper shovel, where the crowd is densest, he rushes to where, after rushing in, it is a left and right slash. I don't know how many enemies he killed and how many skulls were cut off. By the time there was no longer a Polish footcloth to be seen on his position, the sapper shovel had already rolled up and almost turned into a sapper "stick".

Whoosh...... Whoosh......

Dayan gasped for breath and glanced at his position, needless to say, there were corpses all over the ground, broken rifles and machine gun parts were all over the ground, and they looked like a mess.

Looking at the dead comrades-in-arms, Dayan was heartbroken, these are great guys! The oldest was no more than thirty years old, and the youngest was just eighteen. They still have a good year, and how many green years they still have, but they are ruined by these damned Poles!

Dayan's eyes turned red at the thought of those footcloths, and he staggered to his feet and shouted, "How many people are still alive!" ”

A throat went down, except for the echo that gradually drifted away. Few people responded:

A soldier struggled to crawl out of the pile of dead people. He had five or six stab wounds on his body. The deepest muscles have all turned outward, and with an injury like his, no one can say a word even if he continues to lie on his stomach in the pile of dead people and pretend to be dead.

Another soldier also stood up with a half-amputated arm, and he had just woken up after a piece of shrapnel had severed his arm from the previous shelling

Another soldier pulled a spear from the corpse of a Pole and stood up with the butt of his rifle. Although I don't know how many enemies he killed, or how many injuries he suffered, I can see from his extremely determined eyes that he is fearless!

One by one, the soldiers stood up and got up one after another, and those who really couldn't stand up also struggled to raise their heads, and at this moment they could proudly announce to the world that I am a hero, a great hero in every way!

Looking at this group of soldiers who could not stand steadily, as if a gust of wind could blow them down, Dayan felt extremely proud. I also felt an unprecedented sense of hope. If every Jew is willing to die for his nation, what force can prevent them from standing again among the nations of the world?

Dayan doesn't feel sorry for it. On the contrary, he was happy, and he was fully confident that his children and grandchildren could live happily ever after, without fear of being robbed, persecuted, or pointed at their heads and saying, "Look, these are cowardly Jews, slaves to be bullied!" ”

Aren't these the root causes of their desperate fight and face death?

Therefore, looking at his comrades-in-arms around him, Dayan smiled, smiling very happily, and it can even be said that this is the first time in his life that he has laughed so heartily!

"The dog mongrels are coming up again." Dayan glanced at the Poles who were charging again, and snorted contemptuously.

Yes, Dayan already disdained to say demeaning things about the Poles, he did not need guò and slander to elevate himself, nor did he need to use it to boost morale. Because he already felt from the bottom of his heart that he and his comrades-in-arms who accompanied him in the fight were far beyond the Poles. The two sides are not the same plane at all, and there is no comparison at all!

"Prepare for battle!" Dayan let out a low snort, "Kill!" ”

With a "kill", the remaining Jewish warriors tightened their weapons, those who could shoot and those who could throw grenades threw grenades, and they used practical actions to tell the menacing Polish footcloth -- Lao Tzu is not afraid of you, Lao Tzu despises you!

Of course, this kind of attack must have stopped the progress of the Poles, who were screaming and rushing forward, and the Jews in front of them were completely vulnerable!

Sudden ...... Sudden ......

Just as Dayan was preparing for the final moments, a fierce gunfire came from behind him, and the tongues of the PK machine guns rolled down pieces of footcloths, and a large area of their queue suddenly emptied.

When Dayan looked back, he saw Li Xiaofeng standing on the trench and firing fiercely with a machine gun. At that moment, he was a little distracted, and he couldn't figure out how a certain immortal could come. In his opinion, the situation on the other side of the signal flag should be even more miserable, and someone should not have come at all, it would be a shame that a big man like him has lost so much.

That moment seemed to be very long, but in fact it was very short, when Li Xiaofeng swept a cartridge belt, he threw away the machine gun without hesitation, picked up a rifle casually, and strode into the array of the Poles with a spear stab.

The shock of this scene was even stronger than just now, so much so that even Dayan lost his mind for a short time. However, he quickly reacted, no matter how you look at someone, there is no chance of survival!

He couldn't help but think, no wonder the Bolsheviks were able to overthrow the rule of the tsar, even a leader of someone's level dared to face the test of death, and dared to charge even if he knew that he would die, how could the people below not follow and fight hard?

Anyway, Dayan had already felt the raging fighting spirit, and his tired body seemed to be full of strength again, he suddenly raised the rifle in his hand and shouted: "Kill! ”

The remnants of the Jewish warriors followed Dayan, and a certain immortal rushed towards the Polish footcloth stream, looking like moths to a fire. At least the Polish brigade commander who commanded the battle in the rear felt that the Jews were looking for death.

Is it looking for death? Is it a moth to a fire?

Soon the answer was revealed, in Dayan's words: "This is a lion into the flock!" ”

The leading lion is naturally Li Xiaofeng, he is like the sharpest arrow rushing to the front, and no Pole is his enemy. Every shot is bound to take a life. There are even times when a single shot can bring down a row of people. This one is here to play the live-action version of Mow Mushuang.

The Poles immediately felt the enormous pressure. The hiss of the enemy's leader. It's simply not human. The force is so great that almost no one can resist. In front of him, everyone was like papier-mâché. As more and more people were being mowed, fear crept in.

No Poles dared to stand in front of Li Xiaofeng anymore, and any attempt to resist this humanoid meat grinder was futile. In other words, Li Xiaofeng was in a no-man's land wherever he went, and the ninth charge of the Poles was almost crushed by him alone.

It stands to reason that such a record is already very strong, at least Dayan is extremely satisfied, he can see the deep fear in the eyes of the enemy, they are frightened. Morale completely collapsed. Not surprisingly, it took a long time for the Poles to organize their next charge.

However, Li Xiaofeng, who has already played high, has forgotten that this is not a lawn mowing Wushuang, and the killing has made him forget the other qiē, he just wants to kill a few more Poles, more than a handful of fun.

So, after the Poles' stormtrooping formation collapsed and began to turn around and run away, Li Xiaofeng did not accept it when he saw it, he followed closely like a hound chasing rabbits!

This scene stunned Dayan, and it was cool to chase the enemy. But ahead were the enemy's positions, although the Poles had only hastily constructed them. But a position is a position, machine guns and mortars can easily kill them all, and continuing to rush is undoubtedly sending them to death!

"Stop, Withdraw ......"

Dayan just shouted to stop when he realized that the situation was wrong, the soldiers seemed to be driven by someone's fearless actions, and their brains were completely hot, and they only thought about avenging their comrades, so they didn't pay attention to Dayan's orders at all, and rushed towards the Polish position one by one with the screams of a certain immortal. Truth be told, in this scene, they are fools enough.

The Poles thought so too, and the brigade commander snorted contemptuously: "Fool, what's the use of the bravery of the horseman?" After a pause, he felt that this was not bad, since it was difficult to attack the positions of the Jews himself, it was not bad to let the Jews themselves jump out and send them to their deaths. He even felt that he had "woken up" too late, and if he had known that the Jews were so two, he would not have ordered the troops to fill the pit again and again.

"Fire!"

As the brigade commander gave the order, rifles, machine guns, and mortars spoke in unison, and a large cloud of smoke rose from the positions of the Poles, which showed how strong the fire was.

In the face of this qiē, Li Xiaofeng naturally didn't care. With him as an immortal at the head, what danger can there be? So there was a scene on the battlefield that only existed in Hollywood blockbusters, in the rain of bullets, the protagonist with the aura of God rushed forward unscathed. The bullet seems to have eyes, but it can't hit people, and the same is true for cannonballs, no matter how powerful it is, even if it explodes one meter next to an immortal, whether it is a shock wave, an air wave or an overpressure, it can't have any lethal effect.

All in all, the firepower of the Poles was more like a means of foiling the image of a certain immortal, and under his leadership, hordes of Jewish warriors rushed into the positions of the Poles without even dropping a single hair!

After using the "sapper's stick" to open a scoop for a Polish chop that did not know whether to live or die, Dayan couldn't help but look at the way he came, and although he was not sure, he still had a vague feeling - this charge seemed too easy, and the casualties were too small, right?

Anyway, as bullets whistled through his scalp and crotch, and when large-caliber grenades landed not far from them, Dayan thought he was dead more than once, but each time, he was able to turn evil into good fortune, which made him wonder if he was one of the lucky ones favored by God.

However, he soon discovered that there were many, many similar lucky people, and at this time, they were like adding an invincible BUFF, which was the open storage zài.

The Poles were quickly rushed to pieces, especially after their brigade commander was trampled to pulp, and their morale collapsed in an instant!

It has to be said that this brigade commander died so unjustly that he was stunned by the heroic assault of the Jews, and he did not believe that what he saw with his eyes was true, so he froze in place like a fool.

When Li Xiaofeng came in, the first one stepped on him, and the poor creature let out a wail, and was trampled one by one by the Jewish soldiers who followed Li Xiaofeng's charge, and died so miserably that it was estimated that the ribs were shattered!

Capture the thief and capture the king first, although Li Xiaofeng didn't mean this, but the effect is still very good. The Poles, who had already been bold, lost their supreme commander again, and they fell apart with a bang.

When Dayan recalled the battle years later, he used one word to describe it - a miracle! Yes, in the eyes of this iron-blooded tough man, that inexplicable victory can no longer be described as a miracle, I am afraid that God is on the side of the Jews, and it is under his protection that that incredible victory can be achieved.

"The rearguard has been wiped out?"

When Pilsudski learned the news, he was so surprised that he almost fell out of his chair, knowing that it was a whole brigade, and it was also his descendant troops, how could it be annihilated so lightly?

"Are you sure?" He asked angrily.

"Pretty sure! The troops behind the palace were all wrapped in dumplings by the Jews! Kengen's troops have proven it! ”

"It can't be! It's absolutely impossible! ”

Pilsudski is still unwilling to accept this result, his descendants' troops, that is, more than 50,000 people, were eaten by a tenth of them at once, do you think he can stand it? (To be continued......)

PS: Bow and thank you to the lost remnant maple, the wind drifting and Comrade Juventus!