Anti-Japanese War Korean Crazy

Even if the nearest rescue team wants to reach Wulinkou, it may take three hours to go up.

Three hours... I am afraid that the Shimaoji Brigade has been gnawed by the enemy until there are not even bones left.

"Brigade Commander! Let's send troops to rescue immediately!" Kimura pleaded with lingering fear. He had always had a good relationship with Shimaji.

Under Yamamoto's stern expression, his lips trembled slightly, "Okay, immediately notify the five teams, leave the baggage, and rush to the direction of Wulinkou as quickly as possible to outflank it."

"Ugh--"

At the same time, he knew very well that the Shimaoji brigade might be too late to rescue them.

"This Han Feng is indeed a lunatic. He looks like a hungry jackal. He may bite off a piece of meat from the enemy at any time. As for the others, he doesn't care at all."

The staff officer said: "Brigade Commander, until now, our spies have not sent back any news. It seems that this is indeed a trap designed by Han Feng. Even our spies have been used by him."

"Map." Yamamoto seemed to remember something suddenly.

"Hi!"

The combat staff officer immediately unfolded the map, and Yamamoto pointed to Heihe, Xunhe, Foshan, and Luobei areas on the map, and said in thought: "According to the intelligence of the spies, their team left from the Wuyun base at [-]:[-] p.m. direction shift.

But the teammates of Shimaoji were suddenly attacked at Wulinkou, which was less than one-third of the distance from our pre-planned location.

The initial intelligence was that Han Feng wanted to paralyze us, and there must be nothing wrong with it. The Far East Regiment must have led the people away from the dark cloud base.

But how could they reach Wulinkou in such a short period of time and ambushed Shimaji? "

The staff officer said: "Brigade commander, there is only one reason to explain this situation. Although they evacuated in four directions, they quickly abandoned the people, and then rushed to Wulinkou to set up an ambush."

"That's right, notify the team immediately, the first team from Foshan can go to Wulinkou to reinforce the Shiaozhi Brigade, and the other three teams will continue to advance near the Wuyun base.

Han Feng, oh Han Feng, your people must still be hiding around there! "

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982 The Reckless Reporter

Wulinkou.

The bright and clear moonlight is not only dimmed because of the cover of clouds, but also because the night is getting lighter and the moonlight is beginning to fade.

It was already around 01:30 in the morning, and it lasted for more than an hour. The battle of the main force of the Far East Regiment to ambush the Shimaji Brigade has turned from intense heat to the finale.

The Shimaji Brigade lost [-]% to [-]% in the battle, and seeing that they were about to be unable to hold back, they were making the last desperate resistance.

As stated in the Japanese Army's "Infantry Manual", the final bayonet assault is an essential part of a local battle if it is to be completely ended.

Without face-to-face encounters, you're far from guaranteed to wipe out every enemy in the bottom field.

Sensing that the counterattack of the Japanese and puppet troops was getting weaker and weaker, Han Feng gave the order for all to charge without hesitation, "Kill——"

Taking advantage of the last moonlight, the soldiers of the Far East Regiment on the two slopes of the Wulinkou Road launched an all-out charge and stormed towards the remaining Japanese and puppet troops on the road.

Han Feng took the lead, sprinting with a light machine gun in his arms.

Zhao Feihu and Sun Desheng, who were closely behind Han Feng, were taken aback. Fearing that the bullets would not have eyes and hurt their regiment leader, they quickly roared and asked the soldiers to follow the regiment leader from left and right to charge to cover the regiment leader.

Even though the moonlight was not so good, after vaguely seeing the one in the front that emptied the bullets in the light machine gun, he threw the gun to the ground casually, and then drew out the big knife that had been pinned to his waist for a long time. In the camp of the Japanese puppet army, a figure like a demon god waved wildly.

Zhao Feihu, who had just joined the Far East Regiment, was inexplicably shocked for a moment. He finally understood what the other three battalion commanders often said to him: once the regiment commander starts a fight, he will die.

Looking around Han Feng's surroundings, one by one soldiers were also red-eyed. As usual, they shot with guns first, and after they got close to the Japanese army, they immediately engaged in hand-to-hand combat.

The soldiers are crazy but not ignorant. Since they already have an absolute advantage in numbers at this moment, they often deal with the devils in groups of three or two. They seem to have a deep research on the devil's bayonet.

Two hands and a bayonet seem to be insufficient. As long as the little devil shows the slightest flaw because of his timidity in numbers, he will be stabbed to death in a blink of an eye.announced.

Stabbing in with a knife, white in, red out, it's like stabbing a talking animal, the soldiers didn't even blink their eyes.

There is such a crazy and desperate combat team!

Zhao Feihu was so stunned that he couldn't speak. Because he was distracted, he was almost stabbed by a little devil. Fortunately, a soldier beside him helped him block the devil's bayonet, and turned around and stabbed the devil in the lower abdomen.

...The assassination technique, in Zhao Feihu's view, was out of order, and there was no so-called one move and one style.

It can be vaguely seen that it is somewhat similar to the assassination method of the regiment leader Han Feng.

Looking at the blood-soaked back at the front, Zhao Feihu seemed to understand something, the wolf's head is like this, no wonder the pack of wolves dances together!

After thinking about it, isn't he also a member of the pack of wolves at this moment?

Without any further hesitation, imitating the soldiers, they yelled twice before rushing into the hand-to-hand combat.

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Slashing all the way, Han Feng, who had killed more than a dozen devils, was covered in the blood of the enemy. When he raised his head, the eyes of the surrounding devils just collided with his, and he almost subconsciously took two steps back. The rifle hand seemed to be trembling a little.

what--

The two devils gave a strange cry, but they also had a fearless spirit. They glanced at each other, as if they had made some kind of determination and connected with some kind of tacit understanding, they raised their bayonets and stabbed at Han Feng together.

sonorous—

Sting... two young devils fell to the ground just like that. The two of them had just been conscripted into the island administration brigade, and they were still two recruits. At the moment they fell, they seemed to have the last thought in their minds. Thought: I probably shouldn't have come to this land of China.

Because even why they came and what they were going to do, they didn't understand until now.

What they don't even understand is that when they stepped into this land with weapons, a label was already attached to them - invaders!

There is absolutely no sympathy for the death of the invaders.

Han Feng raised his murderous eyes and continued to search for prey.

But nothing was found. It seemed that even the little devils around him sensed the man's toughness, and subconsciously moved to other local battlefields to fight.

A few drops of blood could no longer freeze on Han Feng's forehead, and slid into Han Feng's eye sockets with his own gravity. Han Feng changed the big knife into his left hand, rubbed his eyes with his right hand, and finally saw the situation in front of him clearly again. :

On the Wulinkou battlefield, which is so small and unknown to the world, the original exchange of fire between the two sides has turned into this final local hand-to-hand battle.

Not far away, most of the puppet soldiers who did not escape from the minefield had already chosen to surrender, and were being guarded by monks and others. Only dozens of Japanese soldiers were still fighting on the battlefield in front of them.

There seems to be a light...

It clicked—

Once again caught by Han Feng's sight.