my battlefield my company

Chapter 111 Hand-to-hand combat ([-])
At the moment when the devil's translator finished speaking, a "snap" shot broke the silence of the temporary truce.

"what……"

The ghost translator let out a scream.

At the same time, a strong and strong soldier with a blue sky and white sun military emblem on his helmet appeared, and his military uniform, which was almost integrated with the color of nature, also had a blue sky and white sun military emblem printed on it. Zhongzheng rifle, the smoking muzzle made him exude a murderous aura, suddenly appeared a few meters behind more than 40 devils who were resting, and shouted loudly: Nie Yuanfeng, come out, let's fight the little devils side by side . "

This person is Yan Zhi.Before he could finish his sentence, he rushed forward, borrowing his strength while he was in the air, and threw the Zhongzheng rifle in his hand as a javelin forward.

"Crack!"

Like a javelin, the Zhongzheng rifle penetrated directly through the back of a little devil's heart, nailing him to the ground, and the plasma gushed out instantly, staining his shit-yellow military uniform red.

When he landed, Yan Zhi already had two extra knives in his hands.

In his left hand, he held a Nepalese army knife that looked a bit strange and domineering. The total length of the knife was [-] centimeters, and the handle was [-] centimeters. The naked light made the Japanese in the distance feel terrible and cold.

The right hand holds a 42.5 cm long bayonet with a handle of 7.5 cm and a blade width of 2.5 cm. The white light on the bayonet flashes.

Before Yan Zhi's feet landed, the blade of the Nepalese scimitar in his left hand flickered strangely, and a bloody flower burst out from the throat of a devil. Spray from between the fingers, dazzled his eyes in an instant.

Yan Zhi succeeded with one stab, and rolled his body forward to cushion the impact of the fall. The bayonet in his right hand had been inserted into the throat of a devil.The blood rushed from the bayonet slot to the tip of the knife, sprayed out, and bloomed a bloody mist.

Yan Zhi killed four devils in the blink of an eye, and his body was splattered with devil's blood, which made his killing intent suddenly increase.

Yan Zhi was like a cheetah, he jumped up with his left leg, he pulled out the bayonet in mid-air, and hit a devil's chin with a flying right knee. Flying backwards, a mouthful of teeth were knocked off by the brutal flying knees, and with the sound of "cracking", the jawbone was completely shattered.

The bayonet in Yan Zhi's hand flew out, with a total length of 42.5 cm. The Zhongzheng bayonet was dripping blood from the tip, and was inserted into the chest of a ghost Cao Chang who was about to draw a pistol. "Papapa" three shots, headshot the three devils who reacted a little faster and had already stood up, and the speed machine was inserted back into his waist while his body was falling, and his knee hit the chest of the devil whose jaw was crushed by him, throwing The devil's chest was dented with a large piece, seeing that he couldn't live anymore, he grabbed the tip of the devil's 180th gun with his backhand, turned around [-] degrees, and the [-]th cover made a semicircular arc, and the handle of the gun hit the ground heavily. On the temple of a devil, after hitting the devil several times, his limbs twitched, spurted blood wildly, and wailed miserably.

At this time, the Japanese Sergeant Cao Cai, who had been stabbed into his chest by the Zhongzheng bayonet, knelt down, and while he was falling back, the Zhongzheng bayonet on his chest was violently pulled back by Yan Zhi.

Yan Zhi knelt on one knee, holding a knife in his left and right hands to separate the sides, panting heavily.

These few ups and downs killed almost all of his killing methods as a top killer, and this series of top kills almost exhausted his life's energy.

Yan Zhi knew that now was not the time to catch his breath. He was able to successfully kill more than a dozen devils, all relying on a surprise attack. When the devils reacted, it would be a bloody battle. Devils are not vegetarians.

He got up and rushed towards a ghost, panting, and shouted again: "Nie Yuanfeng, come out, you, you, have been wanting to decide the outcome with me, come out, let's compare, who killed more devils, come on , Nie Yuanfeng."

With a roar, Wu Zhongzheng stabbed a 42.5-centimeter Zhongzheng bayonet into the lower abdomen of a devil, twisted it, then pulled it out suddenly, and kicked a devil who was climbing up to the ground with his flying kick, and then rushed to the ground. Going up, holding the handle of the knife with both hands, he pierced the devil's chest viciously.Seeing his ferocious face, the devil rolled to the side in fright, his left shoulder was completely pierced by Wu Zhonghua's bayonet.

"what……"

Amidst the screams of the devil, Wu Zhonghua let go of his hand, and had already pulled out the Nepalese machete from his waist.

Ma Ben ran into the group of devils, leaped high, kicked one devil down, and stabbed the devil's right eye with a bayonet knife, the point of the knife almost piercing through the back of the head.Without drawing his sword, he took the devil's [-] cap, and slammed it on the head of a devil who was hugging Wu Zhonghua's waist, directly knocking the devil down a lot, smashing the butt of the gun and throwing it away. Pull out the Nepalese army knife casually.

"Go to you." Wu Zhonghua turned his head, dropped the bayonet and inserted it into the shoulder of a devil who was too late to attach the bayonet and dragged his gun at the horse.

Joel Robles didn't like to use a single bayonet. He held a bayonet-mounted centering rifle, stabbed it into the chest of a devil, and brutally pushed the screaming devil on the bayonet into another devil. All the devils were strung on the Zhongzheng bayonet.

When Ma Ben, Wu Zhonghua, and Joel Robles broke into the chaotic enemy group, Yan Zhi had already released ten devils.

Yan Zhi was covered in blood. Seeing Wu Zhonghua and the others came in, he stopped to take a deep breath and shouted, "Nie Yuanfeng, come out, don't tell me, you're already dead."

Yan Zhi went all out, and became even more brutal.

After more than 40 devils were wiped out by him in an instant, ten of them, the rest of the devils reacted in a panic, and hurriedly got up to copy the [-] cover, ready to bayonet.

The four of Yan Zhi broke into more than 40 little devils, and the two sides started a hand-to-hand melee. The little devils had no choice but to use bayonets.

Seeing Yan Zhi falling from the sky from the forest, Nie Yuanfeng's eyes lit up with joy. He took off the bayonet and rushed out, yelling viciously: "Grandma, look at Yan Zhi's ferocious and arrogant strength, how can Lao Tzu Nie Yuanfeng go?" I can convince you, brothers, let me go out, we can't lose to Yan Zhi's independent company."

Nie Yuanfeng's words boosted morale, and everyone in the two teams instantly blushed as if they had received two injections of chicken blood.

Hu Meng drew his bayonet while running: "Come on, brothers, Major Yan is here, we will fight the devils."

Although Liu Yunfei had a wound on his arm, he still took off his bayonet and rushed out, cursing as he ran, "Damn it, look, look, the vicious looks of the independent company, labor and management are compared with you, is it yours after all?" The bayonet is sharper or the bayonet of labor and capital is faster."

Ed Sanchez watched Yan Zhi kill ten Japanese soldiers in an instant, he was dumbfounded, and then looked at Harold Allen and Matt Baker who were also dumbfounded, his voice trembling with surprise Said: "God, is this Chinese soldier a man or a god?"

Harold Allen also took a center bayonet and ran out of the forest, turning his head and yelling at the two companions who were still open-mouthed in shock: "Whether he is a man or a god, let's go together!"

Yan Zhi was like a god of war, fighting left and right among more than 40 devils, invincible, causing a bloody storm wherever he went, and the blood stained his green camouflage uniform red.

The ghosts on both sides of the forest just woke up like a dream. They watched their companions being massacred by a terrifying Chinese soldier, but they couldn't shoot.

Just when Yan Zhi, Wu Zhonghua, Joel Robles, and Ma Ben had all attracted the attention of all the devils, there were two Thompson submachine guns on the left and right sides of the devil, "da da da da da "Dah" sounded brutally.

(End of this chapter)