Super Dictator

It's too late, but it's soon.

Before Xiaosi had time to kill him, the Japanese had already taken action.

"Wei Ying, be careful!" Xiaosi roared wildly, and then threw himself on Wei Jichen regardless of his own safety.

There was a bang.

The sound of the gunshot was infinitely magnified in Wei Jichen's ears. In Wei Jichen's dilated pupils, Xiaosi had already fallen straight on top of him.

The two fell to the ground at the same time, but Wei Jichen was fine except for some pain in his back when he touched Xiaosi's back.

Gooey and moist.

This is warm blood.

"Little Four! Little Four!" Wei Jichen quickly helped him up and shouted in panic.

I don't know since when, Wei Jichen has become accustomed to Xiaosi's flattering words around him from time to time.

I still remember that there were some timid and cunning people in the prison who "entered casually."

If it weren't for him, I and the others would have wanted to escape, but they didn't know what other ways to think of.

I still remember the kettle that the boy handed over from time to time.

Xiaosi, who is cheating and cheating, slowly grows into an outstanding sniper by his side.

"Wei Ying! The luckiest thing in my life, Xiaosi, is to meet you. Because, I finally lived like a human being." Xiaosi's blood-stained hands tightly covered Wei Jichen's arms and said intermittently. .

"I, I can't, Wei Ying, I heard, the brothers below are calling me, Dapeng, Lao Liu,..." Xiaosi's voice became softer and softer, until he suddenly stopped.

He tilted his head, his eyes finally closed slowly, and he passed away suddenly without even having time to say a last word.

"Xiaosi, you can't die, you can't die, we have to kill the enemy together, get promoted, get rich, and marry a wife." Wei Jichen grabbed his arms and shook them vigorously, tears streaming down his cheeks involuntarily.

Wei Jichen knew that Xiaosi's biggest wish was to return home in fine clothes after the war, laugh at the old rich man who had humiliated him, marry a few wives, and live a small life.

Xiaosi didn't respond, and his body slowly became cold.

"Fuck, you bastards, you bastards, you are all going to die today. Not a single one of you will survive. The rats hiding in the dark, come out and lead them to death." Wei Jichen first screamed, then roared at the rats below. The devil roared.

"Mengzi, let me shoot the machine gun." Wei Jichen grabbed the sniper rifle in Xiaosi's hand, and then snatched the sniper rifle from Mengzi's hand.

"Yes, Wei Ying." Mengzi wiped the tears on his face, stepped forward, raised his machine gun, and fired downwards with anger.

The overwhelming anger burned in Wei Jichen's chest.

Wei Jichen held a sniper rifle in his left and right hands, and his eyes were as big as copper bells.

"Die for me, you rubbish!" Wei Jichen was practicing sniping in the training base. Those cowering Japanese were simply playing tricks on their own, and showing off their swords in front of Guan Gong.

Wei Jichen even recognized from the other party's small movements that they were Japanese snipers.

Bang, bang.

Wei Jichen fired his gun left and right without stopping, and the angry bullets were like death's scythe when the owner was furious, ruthlessly reaping the lives of the Japanese snipers.

After every few shots, Wei Jichen would quickly change positions, often firing life-threatening bullets from other places before the Japanese snipers had time to react.

"It's Wei Jichen, it's Wei Jichen." After seeing several of his companions on his left and right being shot in the head and killed with one shot, a Japanese sniper finally collapsed and finally remembered who the person on the opposite side was.

"The other side is Wei Jichen, the god of death!" The Japanese sniper looked like a madman, dancing and shouting on the battlefield, then threw away the gun in his hand and ran towards the rear in horror.

"God of Death, Wei Jichen!" After hearing the words of the crazy sniper, more soldiers slowed down in fear.

"What happened?" Tachimi Naofumi, who was commanding the battle from the rear, asked angrily when he saw that his attack formation slowed down and some soldiers even stopped advancing.

"General, the person leading the battle is Wei Jichen, a Chinese from China." the second lieutenant reported with a look of despair.

"Wei, Ji, Chen!" Li Jian Shangwen spat out almost every word, and then shouted through gritted teeth: "This is Wei Jichen. We are in this situation because of him. Today, let both of us Make a final settlement.”

Just then, the crazy sniper ran back, and when he saw Naofumi, he drew out his command knife without hesitation, and cut off his head with one blow.

"Death, God!" The sniper still shouted this sentence before he died.

Immediately Naofumi looked around and saw a team of more than five hundred people. In a short period of time, there were only about a hundred people left.

"Warriors of the empire, follow me to kill Wei Jichen." Naofumi took out his command sword, looked at the frightened soldiers, and shouted with all his strength.

Immediately seeing Naofumi go into battle in person, charging forward with the command sword, it finally aroused the Japanese people's feeling of despairing of death, and the fear of Wei Jichen turned into deep resentment and anger.

"Kill!" More than a hundred Japs who were about to collapse, led by Tachimi Naofumi, finally stormed towards Wei Jichen's position.

"Wei Camp, the machine gun exploded." The sound of the machine gun suddenly stopped, and Mengzi ran to Wei Jichen and reported loudly.

Originally, this Maxine machine gun was not so delicate, but Wei Jichen and Mengzi fired thousands of bullets continuously without taking a break, and did not care about the hot and red muzzle. In addition, Mengzi was using a machine gun for the first time, so he did not know how to take care of it.

Finally, the machine gun was overwhelmed and went on strike.

Wei Jichen glanced coldly at the Japanese who were screaming and running. Although some Japanese kept falling on the charging road, they seemed to have lost a feeling called fear, and they still continued to move towards the Chinese position regardless of the situation. Come.

There is no need for machine guns to deal with a hundred Japs.

Wei Jichen picked up his broadsword and raised it slowly. He saw that only about fifty people were left and the Japs finally rushed to their own position.

"Kill all the Japanese! Kill all the Japanese!" Wei Jichen jumped up from the ground and roared towards the Japanese on the battlefield.

"Kill all the Japanese!"

Countless voices sounded on the battlefield, and countless figures ran out from behind the fortifications.

The Chinese and Japanese armies finally started a hand-to-hand battle in this small place.

This is the showdown between the God of War and the God of Death.

Soldiers from both sides clashed fiercely and settled the dispute in the most brutal and bloody way.

"Kill!"

The battlefield instantly became a hell, with all kinds of fighting sounds, all kinds of shouting sounds, the tinkling of bayonets, and the slashing of broadswords.

Countless people strangled and struggled together in a life-and-death struggle.

One moment, you may have just thrust your bayonet into the enemy's heart, and the next moment, you may be split in half by the enemy from behind.

"Death, die!" Wei Jichen covered the big knife with both hands and moved as fast as the wind, using the simplest horizontal and straight slashes to continuously take away the little devil's life.

Death, death, blood splattering everywhere, broken limbs and arms flying everywhere, white brains, bloody intestines, hand-to-hand combat, it is indeed the cruelest war, the bloodiest war.

The Japanese only relied on their momentary courage to compete with Wei Jichen's troops. It didn't take long for the Chinese army to rely on their numerical advantage to quickly reverse the entire situation.

Often three Chinese soldiers surrounded a Japanese. The closer you got to the back, the more Japanese died.

With the anger in his heart, Wei Jichen hacked tirelessly as if he was trying to use up the last remaining strength in his body.

Not long after, the screams on the battlefield gradually died down. Wei Jichen looked around and saw that there were only a few Japanese soldiers standing on the battlefield.

However, a Japanese commander wearing the uniform of a major general still stood unyielding.

Wei Jichen walked over slowly, dragging his knife, and the besieging soldiers made way for a passage.

"Tachimi Naofumi!" Wei Jichen almost didn't need to ask, and he could feel that he was the Japanese military god Tachimi Naofumi.

"Wei Jichen." Immediately Jian Shangwen also looked at Wei Jichen coldly and said his name without hesitation.

"You guys shouldn't be here." Wei Jichen said in a hoarse voice, but his tone sounded just as hard.

He immediately saw that there were two little devils guarding Naofumi next to him, one of them was Komasakito.

"Wei Jun, don't talk nonsense, give us a good time." Xiao Zhengshuren said coldly.

Immediately, Naofumi glanced around, gently pushed Xiaozheng Shuren and the other Japs away, looked at Wei Jichen, and said expressionlessly: "Wei Jun, the warrior cannot bear the shame of failure. Today I will Seeing that Shang Wen was defeated by you, I have no complaints and asked Wei Jun to personally take care of my life."

"General!" Xiaozheng Shuren and the other Japanese shouted.

Immediately seeing Naofumi waved his hand and stopped him: "I immediately saw Naofumi was convinced."

Komasa Shuto and the other Japs had nothing to say anymore. Instead, they took the katana and stabbed themselves in the abdomen. They immediately saw Naofumi standing behind them. When they were caesarean, he slashed Lost their heads.

In a moment, there was only one Japanese standing on the battlefield.

Immediately Naofumi glanced in the direction of Japan, then took off his katana, threw it to Wei Jichen, slowly knelt on the ground, and gently wiped the sword in his hand.

Wei Jichen knew that when a Japanese samurai failed to commit suicide, if he was convinced of his defeat, he hoped that the enemy who defeated him would chop off his head.

Wei Jichen took the katana without hesitation and slowly walked behind Tachimi Naofumi.

ah!

Immediately, he saw Shang Wen stabbing his abdomen fiercely. At the same time, Wei Jichen also raised the katana in his hand.

"Let's go, take Xiaosi with you, let's go home!" Wei Jichen let the blood on his samurai sword drip onto the ground drop by drop.