Bright Sword: Technology is the primary productive force in war

Chen Yan led the suicide squad and sneaked into the vicinity of the Japanese camp under the cover of night. At this moment, people were most tired. Except for the patrolling soldiers, the Japanese were sleeping soundly.

The Japanese army didn't even think about launching a night attack in the direction that Chen Yan dared to go, because they had nearly three times the number of troops as the Eighth Route Army.

Chen Yan murmured in a low voice:

"Huang Yi, we can only fight for 10 minutes. After 12 minutes, the artillery will cut off our retreat route and cover us as we return to defense. If we are any later, we will probably be killed by our own people."

Chen Yan's purpose was very simple. The war had already reached this point. If he passively took the beating he would die, and if he took the initiative to attack he would also die. No matter how he looked at it, he would die. However, he still had the final say on how he wanted to die.

By taking advantage of the enemy's fatigue and waging harassment and exhaustion wars, he could gain some advantage.

Moreover, the camp in front of them is the front line of the Japanese army. The main force has set up camp 2 kilometers behind. This fully demonstrates that the Japanese army just wants to sleep peacefully tonight and wait for the general attack tomorrow morning.

Chen Yan's eyes were like knives. He clenched the machete wrapped around his hand and roared:

"Ready grenade, 1, 2, 3, throw!!!"

Under the shining starlight, more than 40 grenades streaked across the sky like meteors, and then exploded in the Japanese camp.

"Brothers, charge! Kill these beasts."

Under the leadership of Chen Yan, the suicide squad members showed no fear in their eyes, as if they had seen through life and death, and plunged into the enemy's camp.

Chen Yan walked into the Japanese tent, and saw the Japanese soldier who had just been awakened by a grenade was hurriedly putting on his military uniform.

Seeing Chen Yan standing stupidly at the door with a knife in his right hand, the Japanese soldiers were so scared that they dared not move. They felt like the god of death had come to the world.

"Little Japs, stop wearing it, it's too late."

As he spoke, Chen Yan stretched out two grenades with his left hand, threw them into the house, and turned and left.

Chen Yan did not look back. The tent behind him instantly turned into a pile of rubble, and there were also the painful cries of the Japanese soldiers before they died.

Immediately afterwards, three Japanese soldiers came in front of Chen Yan and blocked his way.

Chen Yan smiled contemptuously and shook the machete in his hand. Seeing this, the Japanese soldiers immediately removed the bullets from their Type 38 rifles and installed their bayonets.

Chen Yan thought the Japanese were really funny. It was indeed brutal for them to invent Bushido. However, they had guns but didn't use them, and had to play with knives instead. They were really stupid.

Chen Yan stretched out his left hand and made a provocative gesture, which immediately caused the three Japanese soldiers to scream and rush forward with bayonets in hand.

Chen Yan was also decisive. He used his machete to scoop up the dirt on the ground, affecting the Japanese's line of sight. Then he lowered his center of gravity and slid to the leftmost Japanese soldier. He took advantage of the momentum to stab the Japanese soldier in the leg. The Japanese soldier lost his balance and fell to the ground.

Chen Yan blew on the hair curtain with his mouth, "Firstblood".

Immediately afterwards, two other Japanese soldiers rushed over again with even greater momentum, and Chen Yan fought with them.

The Japanese attacked from the left and right in a coordinated manner. After three or five rounds, Chen Yan quickly found a loophole in the enemy's attack and stabbed the opponent in the stomach.

With a "puff", a Japanese soldier's blood splattered on the spot.

Chen Yan wiped the blood off the knife and said, "duoblekill."

The last kid was a little timid, but he had no choice but to go ahead.

Chen Yan dodged and the machete in his hand slashed along the Japanese bayonet. Just as he was about to pass by the Japanese, Chen Yan turned his back to the Japanese and stabbed the knife in his right hand fiercely from his left rib, just going through the Japanese's right rib.

"Well, triple kill."

Chen Yan was just about to go forward to finish off the enemy, but as he turned around, he was suddenly hit hard by the butt of a rifle. Stars appeared in his eyes, and he could barely stand. A ferocious Japanese soldier looked at him with double vision.

"Oh shit, here comes another one. Your sneak attack is so rude!"

Before Chen Yan could recover, the Japanese bayonet was right in front of him. Chen Yan tried to block left and right in a panic, but he was almost injured.

Chen Yan finally calmed down, and he was a little angry looking at the Japanese devils in front of him.

He is actually a lieutenant.

While thinking, Chen Yan drew his sword and attacked.

"Duang"

"Duang"

"Duang"

Chen Yan chopped three times in a row, and the Japanese soldier was actually knocked to the ground, and his Type 38 rifle was broken into two pieces.

The Japanese soldier's eyes were full of fear, and his body kept moving backwards. Chen Yan pressed forward step by step, and just as he raised the machete above his head.

"boom!".

A bullet went through Chen Yan's chest from the front, and the impact of the bullet directly knocked him back two steps.

Chen Yan looked in disbelief at his chest where the blood wouldn't stop flowing, and then looked at the Japanese's 14th South.

"Damn it, we agreed on a bayonet fight, but you're playing with a gun? You're even more shameless than me. I can't keep you here."

Chen Yan's eyes were red, and he didn't care about the wound on his chest. He took two steps at a time and stabbed the Japanese soldier in the head with a knife.

"boom!".

The Japanese soldier was shot again before he died, this time through the abdomen.

"Fuck you, I'm like a sieve at this moment.

Not to mention it’s quite cool, my heart is so excited and I feel chilled to the bone!

If Sprite sees this, they will definitely ask me to be their spokesperson."

Chen Yan laughed at himself, not caring about his injuries, looking for his next target. Before leaving, he said, "Quadrakill."

Chen Yan looked at his watch and realized that they had two minutes left before they had to evacuate.

At this time, the Japanese soldiers in the rear camp were constantly pouring towards this side, and the suicide squad was also suffering from casualties on the ground. The situation was not optimistic.

Hurry up, my pentakill is coming.

Chen Yan's body was bleeding profusely, his body was gradually losing strength, and the corners of his mouth were becoming increasingly paler, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted.

The Japanese soldier in front of him had already fought with Chen Yan for ten rounds, but Chen Yan was now physically exhausted and out of breath. He was forced to defend and wait for the Japanese soldier to make a mistake.

The Japanese soldiers were trying to kill you when you were sick, and they beat Chen Yan so hard that he could hardly resist. Just as the Japanese soldier's bayonet was about to pierce the tip of Chen Yan's nose, Chen Yan was terrified.

Suddenly someone stabbed the Japanese soldier in the back and he fell to the ground.

Chen Yan took a breath and realized that the man was Huang Yi.

"Huang Yi, you bastard, you're too late to help me, and you still dare to steal my pentakill. I'll kick your ass when I get back."

Huang Yi looked at Chen Yan, who was covered in wounds, and helped him up.

"Captain, you have already run two miles away if you have time to talk nonsense.

The time is up, retreat quickly, the enemy is coming soon."

Just as Chen Yan was about to stand up, his vision went dark and he passed out.

Huang Yi anxiously carried Chen Yan on his back and shouted, "Everyone, run!"

As he spoke, Huang Yi walked quickly and hurried back with Chen Yan.

How could the Japanese let them go so easily? They chased them relentlessly in a black mass. All they could hear behind them was grenades flying and exploding everywhere.

"Duang!"

"Duang!"

"Duang!"

Chen Yan, who was lying unconscious behind Huang Yi, suddenly screamed, "Ah!".

Before he fainted again, he was still muttering, "You bastard, no wonder you carried yourself on my back, you wanted me to take the blame for you."

At the same time, a stream of hot tears flowed from Chen Yan's eyes.