All gods, the lord who started with the bright sword

A shell hit suddenly, directly blowing up the leading infantry vehicle into smoke.

The truck driver who was backing up was completely panicked when he saw this scene: "The tank is broken, what should we do?"

"Call for reinforcements quickly, get two people out of the rear car, and follow me to block the devil."

The driver apprentice of the co-pilot turned out to be a combat veteran.He was more experienced, opened the car door and jumped down holding the [-] automatic rifle.

It takes time for the truck to back up and turn away from the battlefield.

He came down with the determination to die, as long as he successfully covered the retreat of the truck, even the sacrifice was worth it.

The reminded truck driver frantically dialed the communicator and relayed the situation to the two vehicles behind.

Two more people got out of the car, ready to join the attack.

With a secure footing, the veteran used a half-squatting gun position and fired a few short bursts at the little devil rushing out along the road.

After a lot of shooting training, the accuracy of shooting with a nine-five automatic rifle is already considerable.

Seven or eight bullets swept over, piercing the chests of the three little devils on the spot.

The little devil fell at the sound and fell on the road.

The other little devils were taken aback, and quickly squatted down to reduce the probability of being hit, while raising their guns to fight back.

The bullets whized and hit the front of the car, making a tinkling sound.

The old soldier who just killed a few little devils rolled around like a lazy donkey without image, rolled all over the mud and got off the curb of the road.

The bullet landed where he was just now, splashing a little yellow mud.

The veteran didn't change his face, relying on the curb of the road as a cover, he lay down and shot back at the little devil.

After a few short shots, another one was killed.

Being so sharp and arrogant soon attracted the devil's revenge, and the crooked handle set up was aimed at him and swept non-stop.

Bullets hissed past his ears, and the most recent one left a bloody streak on his right cheek.

The veteran turned a blind eye to this, moved his head back for a certain distance, and then shot out to stop the advance of the Japanese army.

The two behind joined the battle, and the three of them covered each other and blocked the Japanese attack for a while, buying time for the truck to evacuate.

"Damn it, the artillery bombarded them!"

Second Lieutenant Hashimoto was startled and furious, and the artillery shot into his soul and killed the number one enemy tank, which was beyond his expectation and made people surprised.

One or two infantrymen blocked their way with a submachine gun.

How can a small team of them be blocked by these two or three people.

Aren't these people afraid of death?
At the same time, the helicopter quickly flew to the scene of the accident after receiving the distress signal from the truck.

Due to the fact that they are not far apart, they arrived in the sky after 5 minutes.

The infantry fighting vehicles that were still smoking, and the charging Japanese soldiers came into the sight of the pilots.

"I found the enemy and prepared to fire. Are there any soldiers left on the scene?" the driver asked the truck driver who called for help.

The driver truthfully reported the remaining three to stop the Japanese army.

The pilot concentrated his eyes and looked down, noticing that in the direction of the Japanese attack, there were still people tenaciously holding on.

"Hold on bro, we're coming."

The helicopter hovered in the air, and the rocket launchers under the wings fired seven or eight rockets.

Seeing that the helicopter was about to give up its attack mission and fled to the jungle on both sides, the little devil immediately suffered a devastating blow.

A series of explosive flames enveloped a large part of the Japanese soldiers.

The equipped 23mm cannon followed by bursts of fire, chasing down a single escaping little devil.

It hit the mud on the ground, splashing three feet high.

It hit the little devil, tearing him in half on the spot, full of power.

It was Jiang Chao's first contact with war, and also the first time he saw the cruelty of war.

Dozens of lives died on the spot under the blow of firepower, and many complete corpses did not exist.

Jiang Chao was so shocked that he couldn't even speak, and kept losing his mind until the helicopter landed on the road, and his companion told him to get off.

After stepping off the helicopter, a gust of blood blew in. The smell of blood and burning, accompanied by the stench, made him want to vomit.

Strange?

In fact, it is not surprising if you think about it carefully.

The exploding fireworks scorched the skin of the meat, and even shattered the intestines. The little things in the intestines were scattered everywhere, so how could it not smell bad.

Jiang Chao was the only one who didn't adapt.

Others have become accustomed to the harsh environment of the battlefield, and they are treating the wounded and cleaning the battlefield.

Of the three people who stayed to stop the Japanese army, two died and one was seriously injured. The seriously wounded were in urgent need of medical treatment.

A palm-sized hole was left on the front of the infantry chariot, and smoke was still coming out from inside. Several people stepped forward to open the compartment and found that the armor-piercing bullets had severely damaged the inside.

The debris produced by the explosion caused great damage, including the commander, and five people were judged dead in action.

The other five suffered varying degrees of trauma.

The helicopter pilot discussed with the squad leader and transported the three most seriously wounded to the base first.

The pilot class stayed here, waiting for the follow-up transport team to come to deal with the aftermath.

Although some things can be done by the follow-up people, the squad leader is not going to be lazy, and leads everyone to gather up the weapons left on the scene.

And brought the three little devils who were not dead to the road.

Everyone in the flight squad looked at each other, not knowing what they were doing.

The squad leader glanced over the seven of them, landed on Jiang Chao, and looked at him expressionlessly.

Jiang Chao lowered his head and his face was pale. It was the first time he saw so many dead bodies, and he was really scared.

If he hadn't been accompanied by his comrades-in-arms, he would have run away in fear.

"Have you ever been on the battlefield before?" The squad leader asked suddenly.

"Squad leader, that..." Jiang Chao stuttered.

He didn't know whether he should explain that he was from a peaceful age, and it was impossible for him to have the opportunity to go to the battlefield. Naturally, he had never been to the battlefield.

"Answer me! Have you ever killed a Japanese soldier!?"

The squad leader scolded sharply.

"No...no." Jiang Chao said with his head bowed in embarrassment.

The squad leader didn't seem to have him, unlike the twenty instructors brought by the group, all of them were proficient in weapons and tactics, with a murderous look on their bodies, and they looked like ruthless people who had seen blood.

"Who among you has killed the fewest devils?" The squad leader asked the other six.

Some said they had killed three, some said they had killed four.

The most amazing thing is that he used to be a rocket soldier. Although he didn't go to the front line in person, he loaded hundreds of rockets.

Even if a five-member artillery squad accounted for one-fifth of the killings, it would still be in double digits.

"Fart, that's the credit of the group, not your own ability." The squad leader increased his volume and scolded him disdainfully.

Infantry killing the enemy requires blood.

Rocket artillery kills the enemy, and may not see the enemy.

It is the power of the weapons, not the power of those who use them.

The reprimanded soldier lowered his head in shame. He didn't know what the squad leader was up to. Was he trying to compare who killed more people?
"A soldier who has not seen the blood of the enemy is incomplete."

The squad leader's gaze was like a knife, and he scratched the faces of the two: "It's okay, I have a chance now.

These three nasty little devils have harmed the brothers in our class.To avenge our dead brothers, leave it to the two of you, with quick hands and slow hands. "

"what?"

Several people were stunned and couldn't believe their ears.

Someone said: "Squad leader, the regiment ordered the prisoners to be treated preferentially, not to torture them, let alone kill them wantonly. This is a violation of discipline."

"Did they surrender?" asked the squad leader.

The three little devils who were captured were all captured after being knocked out by the bomb, and of course they had no chance of surrendering.

"No."

The squad leader said indifferently: "That's fine, as long as you don't talk about it, there will be no problem, so let's do it."

The squad leader handed a [-] cover with a bayonet to the former artilleryman.

The three awakened Japanese soldiers could tell now that the enemy didn't seem prepared to let them go, as they often did.

"Come on, you stupid pigs!"

"Coward, come and kill me! You can't even hold your gun steady?"

"Push"

The bayonet was inserted into the chest of the Japanese soldier who shouted the loudest.The severe pain made him lose his voice instantly, and all the strength in his body was taken away.

He raised his head slightly, looked at the enemy with gradually absent-minded eyes, opened and closed his mouth as if he wanted to say something.

The bayonet was pulled out and stabbed again.

This time, the stabbing hit a vital point, the bayonet was pulled out from the heart, and three feet of blood spattered the murderer's face.

The murderous artilleryman casually wiped the blood on his face, saw that the little devil fell to the ground like a dead pig and was completely motionless, turned his head to look at Jiang Chao: "Are you coming?"

The remaining two little devils fell silent instantly, and everyone was startled.

Probably did not expect him to be so decisive.

"Before I became a rocket artillery soldier, my new 22nd Division was a rifleman, and I never killed little devils, but it was common for them to be chased and killed by little devils.

I have long wanted to kill a little devil with my own hands to avenge my past. "

The artilleryman explained that he was really not timid but just had no chance.

Seeing how he killed without batting an eye, the squad leader knew that he had misjudged the person. There was no need to practice courage at all, and he had to prevent him from killing red eyes and going crazy.

The squad leader snatched the [-] cover and handed it to Jiang Chao, the only one who had never killed a devil: "Come on, pick up a gun and stick a bayonet into their chests.

Our Sichuan Army Corps doesn't accept cowards and trash without guts. If you don't even dare to kill devils, you should leave as soon as possible, and don't be an eyesore to Lao Tzu's second class. "

Jiang Chao took over the cold [-] cover, holding it with both hands but trembling uncontrollably.

For a rural youth who has only killed chickens, this is not an ordinary difficulty.

He was so frightened that even the enemy couldn't do it.

But if you dare not even kill the enemy, how can you be a soldier?

A cowardly person, a person who lacks courage, cannot become a real soldier, let alone an excellent pilot.

The future of fantasy, and even everything, will leave him.

Is it to accept your own cowardice and mediocrity?

Or bravely swing the bayonet to prove your courage?

Jiang Chao chose the latter without hesitation. With a yell, his eyes widened, he stabbed the bayonet fiercely at the little devil's chest.

Puff, a gust of warm blood sprayed his face.

Looking at the enemy's distorted face due to pain, and the blood seeping from the bayonet on his chest, Jiang Chao pulled it out without hesitation and stabbed again.

His eyes were red, and he stabbed three times in a row, completely ending the enemy's life.

It didn't even end when the enemy was dead, and the stabbing frantically continued until the kid's chest was bloody and bloody.

It's not because he's crazy, it's Jiang Chao who wants to prove it to the monitor and let his companions know:
"I'm not a coward, I just didn't get the chance."

Not only murder, but also corpse abuse.

The last Japanese soldier was so frightened by Jiang Chao's brutality that his heart collapsed and his whole body trembled.

He shouted hoarsely: "No, don't kill me, please don't kill me, I surrender, I surrender!"

Everyone has learned a few simple sentences in Japanese, including the word surrender, which is used to capture prisoners.

A few people looked at the squad leader with a questioning look in their eyes, do you still want to kill this little devil?
The squad leader stopped Jiang Chao, who was about to move: "Okay, it's enough to kill one at the sight of blood. The little devil has surrendered, and maybe he can ask something useful."

"Huh? What a pity."

Jiang Chao was not actually bloodthirsty, but in order to show courage, he still had a regretful tone, and his eyes swept over the little devil who surrendered inadvertently.

As everyone knows, in the eyes of the little devil, he is already the image of a devil.

At this glance, the little devil was scared to pee.

Among the people who came for reinforcements later, there was a Japanese translator who had attended a [-]-day simple Japanese training class.

The little devil explained everything he knew like beans poured from a bamboo tube.

Including laid mines and explosives.

This avoided some losses for the transport team. After all, even if only one bomb is detonated, it will cause damage.

The squad leader said that taking the enemy's courage and changing his face into a necessary method to force the enemy to reveal information, not only did not end up punished by military regulations, but it was still considered meritorious.

Of course, careful inspection must not be concealed.

It's just that no one would bother with this shit and fight for the little devil's interests.

That is the enemy, although there is a certain value to fight for, but the root is an enemy with blood and blood.

"Jiang Chao, what's wrong with you, are you uncomfortable?"

On the truck back, his companion saw him with a pale face and asked concerned.

Jiang Chao covered his mouth with one hand, and waved his hand: "It's okay, it's just that the car is too bumpy, and I feel a little motion sick and want to vomit."

The companion persuaded him to go to the rear end of the car, and he could not help but vomit outside the car.

Jiang Chao accepted the kindness, moved to the rear of the car to support the iron railing, poked his head out and vomited for a while, until there was nothing in his stomach and vomited out the acid water.

Afraid of being regarded as cowardly, he actually didn't have the nerve to say that he was afraid.

The distorted face of the little devil killed by Jiang Chao kept recurring in his mind, giving him the feeling of having a nightmare.

After all, the lack of psychological construction for the first time kills people, and the impact on people is not ordinary.

It’s okay to make it through, and there are also people who can’t make it go crazy.

It's just that if such incidents are spread to shake the morale of the army, the chief officer of any army will tacitly suppress it and regard it as non-existent.

Jiang Chao's psychological quality is not bad, and his great future is the support of his dreams.

What's more, what he killed was the enemy, the bloody little Japan, and he was guarded by comrades in arms. Jiang Chao gradually overcame the fear in his heart.

Soon after, the battle summary report on this battle was placed in front of the deputy head Long Wenwen.

Long Wenwen couldn't help sighing: "Guerrilla warfare is indeed the most difficult tactic to deal with."