All gods, the lord who started with the bright sword

Chapter 287, accept the surrender of the British
A strange man made of steel mecha, holding a more powerful strange heavy machine gun in his hand.

Everyone is intrigued by the man who dominates the battlefield.

"It's sir, sir Chen Hao."

Milong agreed without any hesitation.

If it was the enemy, the bullet storm must have rushed at them.

Moreover, among the people he had met, only Chen Hao showed all kinds of magic and could make such a thing.

"He puts on the armor, so why can't the bullets pierce it?"

A veteran couldn't help asking, the bullets of the Sanba Dagai are not small, and can penetrate wood more than ten centimeters thick.

I heard that someone tried to pierce the armor of ancient cold weapons.

It's just that none of these people could answer his question, and all of them were monk Zhang Er who couldn't figure it out.

While thinking blankly, the person had already walked towards them.

"Damn it, what are you doing before the war is over, pick up the weapons in your hands, and kill me with me!"

Well, it still smells like that.

A group of people were trained to look like grandchildren, and they immediately came to the spirit and followed behind.

At this time, the battlefield is still not one-sided.

Japanese soldiers have to undergo bayonet fighting training since elementary school. Such training is considered to inspire courage.

Although the fierce shelling for 1 minutes caused a lot of casualties.

For those who survived, the physical function has also had a great impact.

However, the instinct engraved in his bones after training still showed considerable combat effectiveness.

Realizing that the situation was not good, the well-trained Japanese soldiers chose a group of two or three to meet the enemy back to back.

There are formations and coordination, which doubles its combat effectiveness in bayonet combat.

Often two or three people can deal with six or seven enemies without losing the wind.

Three Japanese soldiers formed a triangular formation back to back, surrounded by six or seven cannon fodder, not daring to step forward, but holding guns in both hands and staring at the enemy vigilantly, as if they were the one being attacked.

It is not difficult to understand if you notice the few corpses at the feet of the Japanese soldiers.

Because the brave and adventurous people have already died under the blade, who has witnessed it with their own eyes and wants to be the next one?
"Get out of the way!" Milong scolded.

The cannon fodder were staring at the enemy just now, not daring to be distracted, only then did they notice a group of friendly troops approaching.

What is this giant of steel?
As soon as they were distracted, the three Japanese soldiers who were surrounded in the middle took the opportunity to launch a counterattack instead.

"kill!"

Accompanied by a shout, the short little devil made a stab with steady steps, and the blood-stained bayonet shot out like a dragon, heading straight for the waist of the distracted cannon fodder.

The cannon fodder hurriedly blocked it with the gun in his hand, but it seemed too late.

Suddenly a cold light flashed.

"Click"

The rifle in the devil's hand was split in two, and the first half fell to the ground.

"Look!"

Chen Hao charged forward like a tank, and slashed down with the 1.8 meters long Mo Dao in his hand, like splitting a watermelon, splitting the little devil in half from the middle.

The corpse fell apart from both sides and fell to the ground, with blood gushing out several meters away.

Modao, the number one fierce soldier in the Tang Dynasty, was shattered under the slashing, and his reputation is well-deserved.

Another Japanese soldier who failed to succeed noticed this scene, his eyes widened in shock and disbelief.

Then he couldn't help but trembled slightly.

To be exact, fighting on the battlefield with cold weapons will cause greater psychological pressure on people.

Hiding in the trench and pulling the trigger, the bullet shot out and hit the enemy with a snap, killing one person.

For the soldiers who shot, the psychological pressure caused was not great.

But if he hacked a person face to face and cut the body in half, few people would be able to accept it if they had never experienced the bloody scene.

Unless it's a psychopath, a cold-blooded animal.

Chen Hao has experienced enough tragic scenes, and he has also experienced the stage of being shocked by bloody scenes.

It's just that the current him is no longer the original rookie, and he has experienced too many bloody wars, and he has psychological problems.

The bloody scene, not only did not make him feel the slightest discomfort, but instead aroused the bloodthirsty in his bones.

Chen Hao walked forward with big strides, and Mo Dao raised and slashed again.

The knife fell from the devil's left shoulder and came out from his right waist, and the man was cut in two again.

As for the broken bayonet pierced on the steel armor on his chest, Chen Hao didn't even look at it, and continued to kill the third devil.

Another sharp cut, three cuts and three devils, the corpse was six knots.

Everyone was dumbfounded, and some of them couldn't bear it anymore and vomited disgustingly on the spot, it was too bloody.

"Damn it, don't be dazed, and come with me."

Chen Hao carried a Mo Dao that weighed more than ten kilograms and charged all the way, and he would cut a devil with a knife.

You don't need to think about dodging moves, bullets don't work when you hit them, and you can just hack and slash, but you are quite invincible.

"Big bastard, Lu Bu, the god of war, is nothing more than that!" Bu Lai sighed with emotion, if he could be like the officer, that would be great.

"Lv Bu?" Meng Fan, who was dragging a lame leg soy sauce, stopped and looked at Chen Hao's air of blocking the killing Buddha:

"The armor on his body cannot be pierced by bullets or pierced by knives. Lu Bu will have to admit cowardice when he comes."

Long Wenwen, who was walking in front, heard their conversation and scolded: "Don't be lazy, follow up!"

Long Wenwen pulled the trigger and fired two short bursts, killing another enemy.He felt that even if Lu Bu was alive, he would not be able to look up.

Lu Bu can kill with Fang Tian's painted halberd, but a shuttle of bullets will definitely teach him to be a ghost.

On the other hand, the armor on Chen Hao's body, let's consider it to be an armor, is indeed quite powerful, and it can even block bullets.

It seems to be no different from a humanoid tank. The enemy can't do anything to him and can only let him keep killing.

The crowd surrounded Chen Hao, and once again easily smashed through the entire battlefield.

When he came to a higher place on the edge of the battlefield, Chen Hao stuck the Mo Dao on the ground, took off his closed helmet, and looked down at the entire battlefield.

After going through bloody battles, there are no Japanese soldiers in withered yellow uniforms who can still stand now.

This unsatisfactory battle, after all, did not deviate from the track, or ended in victory.

"Check the battlefield immediately, and pay attention to make up for the little devil."

Long Wenwen has already won Chen Hao's heart after following him for a long time, and cleaning the battlefield is the first priority, regardless of other things, making up the knife.

Milong leaned forward and stared at the blood-stained Mo knife: "Sir, let me help you hold the knife."

After chopping off at least one No. 20 devil, the blade will not collapse. It is definitely a rare treasured sword.

"Hold it, this knife is heavy."

When Milong came into contact with it, he immediately understood the meaning of very heavy. It is indeed very heavy. In terms of weight, it is more than 20 catties, and he rushed to thirty catties.

He immediately understood why the devil was easily dismembered like chopping melons and vegetables.

The weight is there, even if an iron rod weighing twenty or thirty catties hits it, at least a bone will be broken.

Milong struggled to hold such a heavy thing, and the officer stabbed people with the knife for a long time, and he didn't blush or breathe, it was a miracle.

Mi Long was quite puzzled, because he didn't think Chen Hao's muscles were exaggerated, he didn't look like someone with that much strength.

"Sir, the armor on your body is covered with blood, should you wipe it off?"

When the words came to his lips, he changed the question in a daze.

Because Milong suddenly thought that he was not strong enough to question the officer, it was purely scolding.

Chen Hao glanced at Milong quite strangely, as far as he knew, Milong was not the kind of flatterer, otherwise he wouldn't have been a soldier for many years, and he was still a first-class soldier.

Not seeing the clue, Chen Hao wrinkled his nose when he smelled the strong smell of blood from himself.

Killing one person would cause blood to be splashed all over his body, not to mention that he had killed nearly twenty people, and his whole body seemed to be soaked in blood. The individual armor could not be retracted like this.

Chen Hao's gaze swept across the battlefield: "Commander, get me a basin of water to scrub me."

Meng Fanle was actively taking revenge by stabbing the little Japanese corpse with a bayonet. He didn't have the ability to kill the enemy, and he was always fishing behind.

However, by taking advantage of the opportunity to clean up the battlefield, he still has the guts to make up for the devils.

Not only is there, but it is huge.

Meng Fanle suddenly heard Chen Hao calling him, and stabbed the ghost's corpse again in the thigh with hatred, lamenting in his heart that the little master was so unlucky, this is obviously the job of an orderly.

He called Ah Yi, who was also playing soy sauce during the battle, and fooled him because the chief had an order.

After collecting for a long time on the battlefield, the two of them managed to make up a basin of water, and pulled some of the devil's inner clothes to use as rags.

Before I had time to work, I heard a burst of music.

There will only be fierce gunfire on the battlefield, but where is the band coming from?

Looking in the direction where the sound came from, a well-dressed British army, led by a fat middle-aged officer, held a high white flag, and walked in neat steps from the direction of the airport.

On one side of the queue is the band playing music.

They stepped on the drums of the bongos and walked in neat steps. One of them played the trumpet and played the military music of the British army.

All are striding forward, as if they are victorious soldiers, going to accept the surrender of the enemy.

The only out of place is the white flag raised high.

Surrender if you can't beat it, bringing the tradition of an English gentleman.

"Gentlemen! We surrender and demand the treatment of our captives in accordance with the Geneva Conventions."

"And please let your commander speak out."

The major officer held a command knife in his hand, raised his head and announced to the crowd.

The cannon fodder naturally couldn't understand it. There were not many Chinese people present who could understand it, but there were also a group of British soldiers who fought side by side.

When the second lieutenant of the British Army heard his face change drastically, he rushed forward and shouted: "It's a mistake, it's a mistake, it's not the enemy."

The major who was about to surrender recognized the second lieutenant, and his mind became muddled.

How the hell did this happen?

These people mixed with their British soldiers to fight the Japanese, which means they may be friendly troops.

They don't seem to have to surrender?
"Lieutenant, shut your mouth."

The crowd made way for a passage, and Chen Hao, who was wearing a battle armor, stepped forward, looking up and down at the British major and the white flag in their hands.

Chen Hao put on a more arrogant look, raised his chin and announced lightly: "On behalf of the cannon fodder group, I accept your surrender."

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(End of this chapter)