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Chapter 118 Blood is Burning!

Swipe it!
Bayonet, bayonet, bayonet!

A bright bayonet was pulled out by the soldiers.

"kill!"

When it comes to bayonet battles, it is equivalent to an order to charge to death, which means the most tragic and dangerous moment.

But the enemy's firepower is too fierce, they have a large number of tanks and aircraft support, and our artillery fire only temporarily seized the opportunity, and the rear force is insufficient.

Everyone is doing their best to fight for time, and is committed to defeating and defeating the enemy in the shortest possible time!
"For victory!"

The soldiers all rushed towards the enemy group regardless of their own safety, and Xu Qing followed closely behind.

Thorn pull!

He pulled the bayonet from his waist.

In order to cooperate with close combat, he abandoned the M1 bayonet originally equipped with the Garand rifle, but chose a special bayonet for the Mosin Nagant rifle.

This bayonet is extremely slender, and its silver light is shining!
He aligned the T-slot on the handle with the muzzle, and pulled the bayonet back into position, and the murder weapon was assembled!

wow.

After he quickly rolled into the pile of sandbag fortifications, during the time he joined the Seventh Company, the veterans taught him some simple army assassination moves.

Hack, chip, cut, cut, stab!

The movements are extremely concise, but they are the assassination skills summed up through countless blood and tears in the War of Resistance Against Japan and the War of Liberation, and they are extremely efficient.

Xu Qing has experience in close combat with sniper skills, and has his own fighting experience.

He swept around, and rushed towards the nearest soldier who was about to shoot at him in shock as he pulled his machine gun.

Puff!
The long bayonet pierced through the heart and lungs, stabbing the soldier hard on the sandbag.

poof, poof.

Pull it out, and prick it twice, and the soldier is completely silent.

Generally speaking, if you are stabbed in the body by a bayonet, if you do not hit the vital point, you will not die immediately on the spot, so you need to make up the knife quickly.

"Next!"

Xu Qing pulled out the entire rifle, held it in his hand, and quickly moved towards a heavy fire point beside him.

The Americans also noticed that there were Chinese people rushing into the position, but these soldiers obviously couldn't imagine how fast Xu Qing was, how did they turn over to their position so quickly?
Obviously many people were swept down or avoided by them, but Xu Qing rushed between their sandbags like no one else was there.

"God damn it..."

A soldier didn't even see Xu Qing's movements clearly.

I saw a man in the same American military uniform, under the moonlight, jumping over the tall sandbags with incomparable agility, and pointed at him with a sharp knife point!
brush!
The bayonet, which was gleaming with cold light, gave off a creepy flash in the night!
That flash was so bright in his eyes, but also so cold!
"what……"

He didn't even make a scream, until the bayonet pierced his chest and touched the sandbag, then he raised his head a little slowly.

There was no fear in his eyes, but a trace of bewilderment, and there was only one last thought in his mind:
Why do our allies hurt me?

In his eyes, Xu Qing's dress is no different from theirs.

Xu Qing didn't care about his many mental activities, he knocked the man to the ground with one knife, and quickly drew out the bayonet to block upwards.

Because the soldier next to him has already reacted and raised his gun to point at him!
pat!

He blocked one person's shooting, swiped the bayonet in a half-moon shape, and hit the muzzle of the raised rifle directly.

The soldier was instantly pushed to the ground by his powerful force, and he staggered to the ground.

"die!!!"

Xu Qing held the bayonet in his tall hands, and from top to bottom, on the soldier's frightened and distorted ugly face, it pierced his throat like a sharp sword falling from the sky!
yah...

The warm blood splashed on Xu Qing's face like the last ray of red light in the lonely night sky amidst the red gunfire, dazzling red and shockingly bright!
He touched it and it was hot.

"It's so warm..."

The warm blood splashed on his face, making Xu Qing's whole body boil.

His eyes were as sharp as knives, and there was also a surge of hot blood.

"Continue to keep me warm!"

Fighting hand to hand, the brave wins!

As soon as the bayonet was released, the bloody smell on the entire battlefield was unprecedentedly enlarged, and each volunteer soldier was bullying himself, desperately engaging in hand-to-hand combat.

Killing has become the norm, and death has become the norm.

"This guy is dead! There are enemies coming in here..."

Xu Qing was running forward.

Suddenly he heard screams in English from the front right. His single figure was not conspicuous in the dark night, but the gunshots stopped here and the sudden figure also made the nearby enemy soldiers aware of it.

A whizzing circle of bullets came at him.

Puff puff.

He quickly fell down, the bullet hit the sandbag in front of him and splashed high plaster, making a huge piercing sound.

"Go away!"

Xu Qing lowered his head, picked up the dead soldier's body on the ground, and threw it towards the fire point.

Under his great strength, the soldiers over there only saw a huge figure sweeping towards them.

"The enemy is attacking..."

The U.S. soldiers thought it was the enemy swooping in, and instantly turned their guns to cover the "Chinese".

Da da da……

After the huge bullet smashed the corpse into pieces, no one realized that it seemed to be theirs...

But it's too late—

Xu Qing didn't yell, nor did he yell, but a pair of dark eyes were clearly shining in the night sky.

Serious, resolute, courageous, and high concentration make his every move full of the art of killing on the battlefield!

brush!
Before the three white men who were huddled behind the machine gun could react, a figure crawling on the sandbag next to them suddenly climbed a few meters away from them, then jumped up suddenly, and pointed the bayonet at them from left to right Swept away from the neck!

puff……

Blood gushed out from their throats like a waterfall, and Xu Qing's knife directly cut off their throats, spines and throats!

Two of the three soldiers did not die on the spot, subconsciously holding their throats with their hands.

"Drink, drink, drink, drink..."

But the blood gushed out as if it didn't cost money, and it couldn't be stopped no matter what. They could only make faint grunts of unknown meaning from their throats.

"Oh, God……"

There was another soldier on the other side of the sandbag, attacking towards the snowy field. As soon as he turned his head, he saw Xu Qing killing all his colleagues around him in a blink of an eye.

He turned the direction of the machine gun and wanted to turn around and shoot, but Xu Qing predicted the direction of his gun's muzzle, rolled on the spot, and quickly rolled over to his eyes.

In fact, the gun in Xu Qing’s hand is out of bullets, and it will take some time for him to reload it, but the soldier in front of him was terribly frightened by his actions, and he stood on the spot without daring to moved.

In fact, this guy still had a long chain of bullets hanging from his machine gun, but for a moment, his hands and feet trembled as he was stared at by Xu Qing's clear dark eyes.

"You are a human or a ghost..."

The soldier murmured a question.

"You used to call me another name, ghost!"

Xu Qing showed her white teeth in the dark night.

He kicked two steps, and the whole person rushed forward like a swallow charging, and the whole person brought the soldier to the ground.

The bayonet had already slammed into his abdomen, stabbed it in, and then raised the tip of the knife sharply, with a splash, a curved and straight blood path was drawn from the abdomen to the heart!
The American soldier's thick woolen military uniform fell loosely on the ground, his abdomen was empty, and he could not survive.

Xu Qing drew out the bayonet and turned around suddenly.

He heard the sound of killing thousands of miles away.

Nearby, Qianli also fired bullets while stabbing the enemy with the bayonet on his gun. He and Yu Congrong were dealing with a five-man combat team at the entrance of a bunker.

Wu Qianli has been in the army for many years and has traveled all over the country. He is best at hand-to-hand combat.

He and his elder brother Wu Baili used to be the fighting heroes of the Ninth Corps. It was under this kind of death-defying killing that he became a company commander from a native fisherman.

"careful!"

Seeing the enemies behind them encircling them again, Xu Qing shouted in a low voice, and then rushed towards the enemies on this side as well.

Some of these Americans hold rifles, and many directly hold submachine guns. The shooting speed and bullets of this automatic rifle are particularly fast.

But Xu Qing's speed is faster.

He jumped like a carp from one side to the other. The gun with the bayonet inserted seemed to grow in his hand, and he stabbed towards the heads or waists of these soldiers with great flexibility. His movements were skillful. Incomparable.

Several soldiers who were trying to attack Wuqianli secretly with their submachine guns were pierced through the sand by his powerful bayonet one after another in the midst of their horrified expressions, and splashed blood sprayed into the air like rainwater!

When Wu Qianli turned his head, he found Xu Qing's arrival.

He looked at the corpse on the ground, both surprised and relieved.

But at the moment of the battlefield, thousands of words finally turned into one sentence:
"here you go!"

Xu Qing smiled lightly, but did not answer.

His growth is visible to the naked eye, thanks to the war, but also thanks to the enemy.

But he won't regret it.

Growing up in blood and fire made him a true warrior.If killing people can save more people, he is willing.

He continued to turn around and slash towards other enemies.

Qianli is shouting: "Be careful..."

Xu Qing naturally knew.

On the opposite side, the U.S. military obviously knew that their volunteers tore through the firepower net and broke into the position.

But once they got close, these towering sandbag fortifications, which originally protected their lives the best, became the biggest obstacle at this time - because it was difficult for them to use heavy machine guns to freely and recklessly aim at the Chinese soldiers who rushed around. The strafing.

But Xu Qing is just the opposite.

Such a place seemed to be prepared for him.

He seems like a fish in water, in the dark night, in the pile of sandbags, silently assassinating one target after another!

Many people fell down in a trance with their eyes open just after discovering him.

But the U.S. military is not a fool. In this dark night of killing noises, more and more U.S. soldiers are struggling to resist the volunteer soldiers, and at the same time, they find that more and more colleagues around them suddenly fell down at some point.

The gloomy atmosphere gradually spread, making people's hairs stand on end and trembling all over...

It's just that the trembling side is the US military.

It didn't take long before Xu Qing's surroundings were littered with corpses of enemy soldiers who had been knocked to the ground one after another. The sandbags and the snow were all dyed red.

He panted slightly.

Some American soldiers nearby saw his actions in horror. They couldn't see his face clearly, but they could clearly see his ghostly posture standing in the night.

Someone was yelling in horror:
"He's so evil, he is a devil, he is Satan's devil!"

They were just shouting instinctively, but they didn't know that the person in front of them was the 'ghost' in that battlefield legend, who had descended from hell before their eyes.

They are being judged for their aggression!

(End of this chapter)