As an authentic Sichuan person, Lin Feng will certainly not forget the history of the Anti-Japanese War, which is the glorious side of Sichuan's name and an immortal monument.

During the eight-year War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, Sichuan dispatched more than 3 million soldiers and civilians, and more than 640,000 people died. The Sichuan army, together with the compatriots of the whole country, has built a great wall of national defense with flesh and blood!

There are more than 500 million yuan in incomplete statistics of donations and donations, and these money are the blood squeezed out by the people of Sichuan drop by drop! This huge amount of money strongly supported the War of Resistance Against Japan.

Lin Feng is extremely proud of being a Sichuan person at this moment, what a feat it is to go out of Sichuan with a weapon to resist Japan, which is enough to show the patriotism of Sichuan people, and it also shows that these bullets and equipment are not easy to come by, every bullet is a drop of blood of his hometown father, as a member of the Sichuan army, he can't let the blood of his father and fellow villagers be shed in vain.

Just as Lin Feng was thinking about the glorious history of the Sichuan Army, a sound of footsteps came into his ears.

"Stomble—"

The sound of neat footsteps came from far and near, and the ground couldn't help but tremble slightly at this moment, Lin Feng's heart couldn't help beating violently at this time, and his brain couldn't help but be congested.

"Don't be nervous, this is the vanguard of the devil, that is, the scout, although it is the elite unit of the devil, but there are not many of them, we must let them have no return!" Xiao Sichuan saw Lin Feng's nervous appearance and comforted Lin Feng a few words.

Lin Feng turned his head to look at Xiao Sichuan, nodded and did not answer, saying that it was false not to be nervous, really standing on the battlefield, for a person who can only see the war scenes in the TV series, it is already very good to run away without being scared, but now that he is ready to send an arrow, Lin Feng can only grit his teeth and insist.

As the footsteps became clearer and clearer, a group of soldiers wearing devil costumes had appeared outside the dilapidated stone pillar gate of the Epiphany Temple, all of them advancing with cats on their waists, unified 38 large cover rifles, bright bayonets exuding a cold atmosphere, and the dark red blood stains on them were still eye-catching and dazzling.

Looking at the devil who was not far away, there were hundreds of people, Lin Feng's heart jumped to his throat, and cold sweat couldn't help dripping down his forehead, is this the legendary devil? How do you feel so terrible, just like a brute with open fangs, and it is said that it is the vanguard reconnaissance unit, how can it become a team of hundreds of people, this is almost the size of a company, and his own side is only a company, although the number of people is enough, but the equipment is completely incomparable with others, Lin Feng felt fear at this moment, fear from the bottom of his bones.

At this moment, a guy at the front of the devil soldier who seemed to be at the level of a captain suddenly raised his hand, made a pause gesture, and then muttered a string of bird words.

After the bird whispered, the two devil soldiers came to the front with two pheasant necks in their arms, and fired at the dilapidated building, and only returned to the team after a shuttle of bullets was exhausted.

The captain of the devil said a few words of bird language with satisfaction, and then made a gesture to move forward, and then walked to the stone gate first.

Lin Feng almost couldn't help but scream out, his back was already wet with cold sweat, if he didn't hide it just now, it would definitely become honeycomb coal now, the sound of the machine gun was still buzzing in his head, the muzzle of the spitting fire snake was still in front of his eyes, and the traces of the bullets that turned red at the hesitant high temperature across the void seemed to be engraved in his mind.

"Don't be afraid, that's the devil's fire reconnaissance, and in a moment it's time for the devil to repay the blood debt!" Xiao Sichuan explained to Lin Feng in a low voice.

“——”

Lin Feng couldn't say anything, the only thing he could do was to nod his head and hold the Hanyang made in his hand tightly, because only the Hanyang made in his hand could give him a sense of security.

Looking at the devil soldier Lin Feng who had already entered the ambush circle, he calmed down, since a battle is inevitable, no matter how scared he is, it will not help, the brave will win when he meets on a narrow road, it seems that he can only fight.

At the same time, Lin Feng's brain also regained his senses, and a stream of unfamiliar memories, as well as the twenty-first century's understanding of the battle of the Epiphany Temple, poured into his mind, although the battle of the Epiphany Temple was very fierce, but in the end it was a tragic victory for the Sichuan army, but I don't know if his appearance here will cause any changes, Lin Feng began to play the drum while being comforted in his heart.

However, at this time, he was not allowed to think much at all, because the devil had already appeared in front of him, and he could clearly see the appearance of the devil through the dilapidated building bunker, and the sound of clattering footsteps sounded in his ears.

At this moment, a devil closest to Lin Feng suddenly turned his head and looked over, and was stunned for a moment when he saw Lin Feng, but he only reacted in a second, and then shook his hand and aimed his mouth at Lin Feng, and his index finger was about to pull the trigger.

Lin Feng felt that death was already calling him at this moment, he couldn't move, just stupidly waiting for the devil to shoot, he couldn't make any moves, even his voice was dumb at this moment, and he couldn't make even a faint sound.

"Bump—"

A deafening gunshot rang in my ears, and I saw a thumb-sized hole in the steel helmet on the devil's forehead, and a stream of blood mixed with * gushed out.

"Hit! Fuck these bitches for me! ”

With a tiger roar, the black-faced man got up and shot a shot, and a ghost soldier had a head bloom before he could react, and for a while, ten soldiers all shot at almost the same time, and the ten ghost soldiers were directly reimbursed.

It was only at this time that Lin Feng understood that he was not dead, he was saved by Xiao Sichuan, but he didn't have the courage to shoot, so he could only squat on the ground motionless like a fool.

It's not that he didn't want to shoot, but he suddenly found that the gun was so heavy that he couldn't even hold it.

However, the devil soldier would not give him a chance, and directly picked up the machine gun and fired over, and the flying debris brought up by the bullets hitting the building hit his face, which was hot and painful.

The individual combat ability of the devil soldiers was undoubtedly revealed at this moment, although they were caught off guard by a big one, except for the panic at the beginning, they quickly found cover and began to counterattack.

For a while, bullets flew sideways, and gunshots continued to be heard.

This Sichuan army's sharp knife squad is indeed not just talking, it did not fall under the powerful firepower of the devil soldiers, not only did there be no casualties, but took the life of a ghost soldier from time to time, which can be said to be a miracle.

Of course, this miracle could not have happened with only ten people, because at the moment when the gunshots rang out, the entire company that was ambushed here appeared in the scene.

With the passage of time, the Sichuan army also began to suffer casualties, not everyone had the combat quality of the sharp knife squad, and the sacrifice in battle was unavoidable.

Looking at Brother Pao Ze who fell down with blood spurting blood in his chest not far away, Lin Feng's eyes were red, his chest was uncomfortably blocked, he supported his body and slowly climbed up, trembling Mao Zhun was a ghost soldier, jerkily pulling the bolt, the bullet was loaded, and he tried his best to pull the trigger.

"Bump—"

The sound in his ears exploded, and a powerful recoil force blasted through the * on the shoulder, and Lin Feng couldn't help but take a step back to stabilize his body.

He didn't have time to check how his body was before he looked at the devil he had just targeted, but the devil was fine at all, let alone hit the head, not even a single hair touched, and cast a disdainful look, and then raised the gun to shoot.

Lin Feng was dumbfounded, he was obviously aiming at the head just now, why didn't he touch a single hair? He was puzzled, although he knew that the gun had recoil, but it would not be impossible to hit a single hair, so that such a big target would be such a result.

At the same time, he also knew that he was going to die, and that devil soldier would not have the same dish as him.