my battlefield my company

Chapter 104
Yan Zhi's fourth bullet did not hit the devil's warrant officer who was charging with a sword, but hit the left arm of the devil's wounded soldier hiding in the grass.

The wounded Japanese soldier was shot in the right arm by Joel Robles' sniper rifle just now, struggling to roll into the grass and panting for a few breaths, his right arm was bleeding profusely, and his right arm was bloody and bloody. The 50×6.5mm Arisaka bullet directly crippled his right arm, which was covered with white bones like bottle slag. At this time, because the blood on the arm was gushing like a spring, the severe pain has not yet hit.He knew that on such a battlefield where life and death were determined in an instant, losing an arm meant death.

Armies all over the world have military regulations that the army does not stay for wounded soldiers during battle.Wounded soldiers either wait for the military doctor to come to rescue them, or save themselves. The attacking or defending troops will not stop for the wounded soldiers. When the two sides exchange fire fiercely, no officer will order the troops to stop attacking or stop retreating to save the wounded soldiers. s life.No commander would change the fate of an entire army for the sake of a wounded soldier.

This devil soldier knew that he had suffered such a serious injury, and if he wanted to survive, only by eliminating the Chinese people would someone from his army come to rescue him. If his army was defeated or all soldiers were killed in battle, he would die.

While the wounded Japanese soldier was directing all his attention and firepower to the other Japanese soldiers, he gritted his teeth and endured the pain, lying in the grass, quietly observing the woods in front of him, looking for the Chinese. Finally, he was caught He spotted Joel Robres standing still and shooting.

Joel Robles could only stay still and use the sniper rifle. Although the purple light from his muzzle was weak, he was still spotted by the devil wounded soldier.

The desire to survive caused the devil's wounded soldier to endure the severe pain, rolled out of the grass, put the [-] big cover on a tree trunk, held a gun in his left hand, and aimed at the tall and easily spotted Joel Robles .Before he could pull the trigger, Yan Zhi's bullet had blown away his left arm, and immediately the bone was splashed and blood gushed out. He lay on the ground twisting his body, screaming like a beast before dying.

At the same time, Yan Zhi's fifth shot was fired a second later, and the spinning Arisaka bullet pierced through the helmet of the devil warrant officer with a "snap" as if it had eyes, and hit the inside of his head at a very high speed. Rolling and tearing his brain tissue, the huge impact of the Arisaka bomb was like a giant hammer hit head-on, hitting the body of the Warrant Officer who was running forward and bouncing high, leaning back and flying straight out , The plasma in the back of the head scattered like raindrops.

After Yan Zhi finished firing five bullets, he threw away the sniper rifle with his left hand. His right hand reached the back of his neck and grabbed the handle of the Zhongzheng rifle. The rifle drew a semicircular arc, and the handle just landed on his left hand. Hold it, pick it up, and shoot it out without aiming. The bullet penetrated the chest of a little devil, hitting his body running forward as if being yanked from behind, and bounced off the ground, " "Bang" and fell to the ground, spurting plasma wildly.

At this time, the reloading of the Chinese soldiers had been completed, and everyone concentrated their firepower and swept towards the devils, surrounded on three sides, forming a crossed triangle firepower net.

After the devil warrant officer was shot and killed by Yan Zhi, the remaining devils were deterred by Yan Zhi's murderous bullets, and lost the confidence they had in the past to go forward bravely. For a while, he didn't know where to flee, and was defeated in an instant.

The five bullets in Yan Zhizhongzheng's rifle hit one by one, just like his sniper rifle.

The squad attacked the devil who had lost his fighting spirit again, and the battle ended quickly. Only a few wounded soldiers of the devil were left on the battlefield, lying on the ground and wailing helplessly.

No one can hold back the severe pain after being shot.

More than 20 little devils were driven out of the woods, and before they ran to the open space where the plane crashed, they finished their lives in China with a short distance of more than 200 meters.

There were corpses of devils along the way, limbs and arms everywhere, plasma and bullet casings everywhere, and guns and ammunition scattered all over the place.

Joel Robles had never seen such a ferocious Chinese major. Every shot of Yan Zhi never missed, and every bullet could kill people.He fired fifteen bullets, killing sixteen devils and injuring one. He alone killed most of the entire devil squad of more than 20 people.Is Yan Zhi human?Not only does he have such brutal fighting power, but he also has such a calm heart. Is he really human?
Joel Robles looked at Yan Zhi who took the sniper rifle from the soldier, reloaded it, closed the safety, and carried it behind his back. He couldn't help asking himself whether he was a human, a demon, a ghost or a killing god. , maybe he is the king of Hades in the Chinese population, who specifically asks for the lives of little devils.

Yan Zhi held the Zhongzheng rifle in one hand, and ordered Zhao Fugui to lead people to clean up the entire battlefield, and he was not allowed to search the pockets of the devils. Except for the devil's wounded soldier with broken arms in the grass, all others, no matter if they were alive or not, would be replenished. With one knife, no one will be left alive, no future troubles will be left, and no prisoners will be captured.

Yan Zhi quickly walked up to the wounded soldier, tied his arms with two bandages to stop the bleeding, and asked in Japanese: "How many people have you come this time? Answer truthfully. I'll let you die." happy."

"idiot!"

The devil's wounded soldier was taken aback for a moment. He obviously didn't expect that the Chinese major could speak Japanese.After staying for two seconds, he was sure that the Chinese major was definitely not his own, so he then yelled at Yan Zhi fiercely and cursed loudly.

The sound of gunfire in the distance is still intense.For a while, the sound of grenade explosions kept coming and going. Hearing the sound of the explosion, it was the devil's Type 48 grenade, not the sound of [-] petals. This made Yan Zhi feel bad. Why was Nie Yuanfeng's team at a complete disadvantage? , but not using grenades?
"Eighth sister."

Yan Zhi knew that the devil's wounded soldier wanted to die, so he cursed in Japanese, "I don't want to tell you how many of you came here, labor and capital let you be stung to death by ants here."

As Yan Zhi said, leaning the Zhongzheng rifle against his body, he turned to Qian Goushi and said, "Let him beg for death, to be honest." After speaking, he took out two cigarettes.He knew that Nie Yuanfeng's squad was in danger, but he couldn't go blindly to save people, otherwise not only would he not be able to save Nie Yuanfeng's squad, but he might also include his own squad.

Judging from all signs, in order to get the blueprint of the atomic bomb, the little devil is bound to get it.

There are still many cards in the little devil's hand that have not been played, but the Chinese army's cards are only their two small teams, and they are still clear cards.

Qian Quenshi grinned grinningly, raised the end of his rifle, and stabbed the Japanese devil's shoulder fiercely.

"idiot……"

The Japanese soldiers screamed and cursed loudly.

Yan Zhi lit two cigarettes at the same time, put on a warm smile, and said in as gentle a voice as possible: "Just tell me how many of you have come this time, and how many of you are besieging another Chinese team now, and I'll take care of you." I'll give you this cigarette, and I'll give you a ride. If you don't answer, I'll break your legs, knock out your teeth, cut off your tongue, and put a few pills on your wound. Sugar, let the ants kill you alive."

When the Japanese soldier was trembling all over and fear appeared in his eyes, Yan Zhi continued to smile and said: "If you have two broken legs again, your soul will never return to Japan, and you will never rest in peace."

(End of this chapter)