Expedition to Europe

When Chen Kangjian ordered the strong attack, Chen Yongfu was also preparing to counterattack.

The shells fell like raindrops, and orange-red flames continued to explode.

Although it was the end of April, the snow on the ground had not completely melted. In some places away from the sun, large pieces of snow were still blown up, forming irregular craters, like scars on the earth, and like naked big mouths, just unscrupulously laughing at the humans fighting each other.

"Company commander, think of a way to do something, we can't be so passive..." Carl Feng was running away, and finally found a big rock, hiding behind it and shouting wildly.

"Machine gunner, set up the machine gun and prepare to counterattack..."

"Mortar, shell and run, prepare fire suppression..."

"Fuck, come over and kill the Russian artillery with me..."

At this time, the first company was in chaos, and several voices were issuing orders at the same time, so that the soldiers were at a loss, and they didn't know who to listen to.

In fact, they are all veterans. At this time, they just follow the most instinctive reaction to launch a counterattack, but because there is no unified command, it looks like there is no leader.

"Shut up..." Chen Yongfu roared with great force, and on the battlefield where the sound of gunfire was everywhere, his voice was transmitted to every soldier's ears very clearly. Then Chen Yongfu listened attentively and made a decision in just a dozen seconds: "The old Russians don't have many people. They only have two machine guns and two mortars. Counterattack, counterattack..."

Of course we have to fight back. At this time, it is most taboo to issue multiple orders. One voice is enough.

As the company commander, Chen Yongfu took the lead: "The first row organizes defense on the spot, the second row detours from the left, prepares to outflank the enemy's rear, and the third row serves as a reserve team to rescue the wounded immediately and be ready to fill in at any time. Qiao, Qiao... Organize your mortars to fight back immediately. No matter where you shoot, just make your voice..."

Qiao is the platoon leader of the machine gun platoon of the first company. He has four heavy machine guns and four mortars.

"Boss, we need to destroy the Russian artillery position, just behind that grove..." Karlvon provided the information in time.

Although he was just an infantryman, he had years of military experience. He was not as professional as the "scientists" in artillery, but he had at least some judgment.

"Who will lead the assault? Damn it, I'll go myself..." Chen Yongfu decided to carry out this task personally. There was no other way. The order just now included all his subordinates.

Just as Chen Yongfu took off his shirt and prepared to fight for his life with his bare chest, Zheng Jing's voice came from his side: "I'll go..."

"You? You can stand up first!" Chen Yongfu despised his partner at this moment.

Chen Yongfu had decided that after this battle, he would report to ask for a replacement. Chen Yongfu would rather not have a deputy company commander than have such a coward here to disturb the morale of the army.

"I can do it..." Although he was a little shaky, Zheng Jing really stood up.

"Are you sure?" The military situation was hot, and Chen Yongfu didn't want to talk nonsense.

"Okay!" Zheng Jing was decisive.

Zheng Jing was holding a rifle with a bayonet in his hand. The shoulder strap of the rifle was not put away as required, and it was dangling under the rifle. Zheng Jing didn't care.

"Okay, you take a few people... no... a dozen people... no... I'll just go!" Chen Yongfu was worried.

"Is there anyone who dares to fight with me?" Zheng Jing suddenly roared.

Zheng Jing's voice was as weak as a sheep when he first opened his mouth, but it was almost as crazy as a roar at the end.

"I'll go!" A soldier stood up, threw down his backpack, picked up a few grenades and put them into the portable equipment, arranged the shoulder strap on the rifle, opened the magazine to check the bullets, carefully fixed the bayonet, and then used his hands to confirm the firmness, just like treating his newlywed wife gently.

"I'll go too..." Another soldier stood up.

"Count me in!" The Foreign Legion has never lacked warriors.

"Okay!" Chen Yongfu was overjoyed and prepared to say a few words to boost morale and arrange offensive tactics.

"Kill..." Zheng Jing suddenly roared wildly and rushed towards the Russian position with stumbling steps.

This roar was extremely crazy and sudden, a little unlike the sound of a human, like the wailing in hell, like a cry in despair.

In the slaughterhouse, such sounds are often heard...

Chen Yongfu was startled and stretched out his hand to pull but grabbed nothing. Zheng Jing had already rushed out of the simple bunker formed by the armored vehicle.

The direction of Zheng Jing's charge was not the artillery position behind the woods, but the front position of the Russians.

Such a charge is not a detour, it is a suicide!

No wonder Zheng Jing immediately charged forward even when only three people responded. He was not charging to kill the enemy, but to seek death...

"Fuck... After this battle, I will definitely kill you!" Chen Yongfu was furious, but then he began to roar and give orders: "Fire cover, cover, everyone, fire cover..."

The blood in front of his eyes was red, and because of the tears, he could not see things clearly; his palms were full of sweat stains, sticky and a little difficult to hold the gun steadily; the "whoosh" sound of bullets piercing the air passed by his ears, and there were shells exploding around him, but Zheng Jing could hardly feel it, and could only hear the thunderous beating of his heart.

Soldiers around him kept falling down, the road under his feet was bumpy, and the military boots on his feet were covered with mud. Zheng Jing almost rushed forward with his hands and feet.

It doesn't look like a charge, but like rushing to reincarnate.

In order to prevent the rifle from slipping in his hand, Zheng Jing put the shoulder strap on his hand and tied himself and the rifle tightly together.

"Ula..." Suddenly an old man appeared in front of him. This guy had a big beard and a very conspicuous red nose. His face was a bit ferocious and his expression was twisted. He just pointed his rifle at Zheng Jing and stabbed...

Zheng Jing, like his brother Zheng Dali, has been practicing Eagle Claw Boxing since he was a child. Zheng Jing may not be able to beat Zheng Dali, and it is easy to clean up a few flaws.

Facing the bayonet that was stabbing at him, Zheng Jing almost subconsciously raised the rifle in his hand and flicked it, and with a flick of the force, he dodged and stabbed...

"Haha..."

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The sound of the bayonet entering the body is hard to describe. It is like a table knife cutting butter, like smashing a rotten watermelon with a punch, and more like jumping from a ten-meter cliff into a deep pool...

In any case, when Zheng Jing stabbed the bayonet into this old man's body, when Zheng Jing watched this old man struggling in pain, when Zheng Jing watched the color in this old man's eyes gradually fade away, At that moment, the feeling of life and death in my hands completely ignited the violent factor in Zheng Jing's body.

"Kill..." Zheng Jing let out an even crazier howl. He twisted the rifle in his hand. The old man who was holding the gun tightly went soft as if his blood had been drained. Zheng Jing moved forward gently. He let go, feeling that the muzzle of the gun had touched the old man's chest, and then pulled it out as fast as lightning.

Blood suddenly surged out, staining the clothes on the old man's chest red at a speed visible to the naked eye. The dark red halo of blood became larger and larger, until it was magnified to the extreme. Zheng Jing looked up and saw everything in his sight. It's blood color...

"Ula..." Two more idiots rushed over.

Without any hesitation, Zheng Jing used the rifle in his hand to deflect a stabbing bayonet, sideways dodged another bayonet, raised the rifle in his hand, and hit an old man in the face with the butt of the rifle.

"puff……"

This time it was like smashing a rotten watermelon with one punch. The old man's nose was dented, and the broken nose bone penetrated deeply into the pituitary gland. The man fell down without saying a word.

A true one-hit kill.

The other Maozi hadn't come back to his senses yet. The rifle in his hand was still thrust out. Suddenly, he received a heavy blow to the Adam's apple on his neck. He heard a "click" sound, like an egg being broken into pieces. Another life lost...

Countless soldiers in blue and gray clothing rushed into the woods, entangled with countless figures in gray clothing, biting, hitting with stones, and stabbing with knives, trying their best to kill each other.

War, damn war!

It was not until a long time later that the wails and roars gradually subsided, the sounds of fighting returned to calm, the boiling grove returned to deathly silence, the strong smell of blood filled the air, and corpses were strewn across the fields, which was too horrible to see.

"Okay, I really can't tell that you still have some ruthlessness, okay, I, Old Chen, recognize you as my brother..." Chen Yongsheng patted Zheng Jing on the shoulder and laughed.

At this time, half of Zheng Jing's ear was missing, and now the blood stains had solidified; he didn't know whether it was a branch or a bayonet that made a bloody mark on his face. Fortunately, it was not too deep. If treated carefully, there should be no scars. The clothes on his body were in tatters, covered with tears and bloodstains, both from Zheng Jing's own clothes and from those old men.

Just after Zheng Jing rushed into the woods, Zheng Jing ran all the way to the Russian mortar position. On this road about 200 meters away, at least 30 Russian soldiers fell along the way, all of which were fatal with one blow. , without the slightest ability to fight back.

Hearing Chen Yongsheng's praise, Zheng Jing looked up at Chen Yongsheng expressionlessly, muttered something softly, then walked around Chen Yongsheng in the direction of the armored vehicle.

If Chen Yongsheng's hearing hadn't been good enough, Chen Yongsheng wouldn't have been able to hear what Zheng Jing was talking about.

Looking at Zheng Jing's back, Chen Yongsheng opened his mouth to curse out of habit, but no words came out.

Zheng Jing's back was thin and lonely. Perhaps Zheng Jing's body was injured in the previous battle, or perhaps due to collapse after being excited, Zheng Jing looked a little staggered.

A medical soldier ran towards Zheng Jing, wanting to support Zheng Jing and help him check.

Zheng Jing shook his head slightly and weakly but resolutely refused the help of the medical soldiers.

Just carrying the rifle back to the armored vehicle.

"I have no brothers!"

Zheng Jing answered Chen Yongsheng like this.