Super dictator.

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

Before Xiaosi had time to snipe him, the Japanese had already made his move.

"Wei Ying, be careful!" Xiao Si roared wildly, and threw himself on Wei Jichen without thinking of his own body.

There was a bang.

The gunshot was infinitely magnified in Wei Jichen's ears, and in Wei Jichen's dilated pupils, Xiao Si had already fallen straight on 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.

Sticky and moist.

This is hot blood.

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

I don't know when it started, Wei Jichen has gotten used to Xiao Si being flattering to him from time to time.

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

If it weren't for him, I and others wanted to escape, but I don't know what other ways to think about.

I still remember the water bottle that the kid handed over from time to time.

The stealthy and slippery Xiao Si gradually grows into an outstanding sniper by his side.

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

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

He tilted his head, his eyes finally closed slowly, and he passed away without even 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 after the war, to laugh at the rich old man who had humiliated him, and then to marry a few wives and live a happy life.

Xiao Si didn't respond, and his body gradually became cold.

"Fuck, you bastards, you bastards, today, you all have to die. None of you will survive, you rats hiding in the dark, come out and lead them to death." Wei Jichen first let out a mournful cry, then roared at the people below. The devil roared.

"Mengzi, you shoot the machine gun for me." Wei Jichen grabbed the sniper rifle in Xiao Si's hand, and then snatched the sniper rifle from Mengzi's hand.

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

The monstrous 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 to me, you trash!" Wei Jichen practiced sniping in the training base, and those cowering Japanese were just playing tricks in front of Guan Gong.

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

Bang, bang.

Wei Jichen's gun didn't stop, he opened his bow left and right, the angry bullets were like the scythe of death when the owner was furious, reaping the Japanese sniper's life without any scruples.

After Wei Jichen fired a few shots, he quickly changed positions, and often fired life-threatening bullets from other places when the Japanese snipers had no time to react.

"It's Wei Jichen, it's Wei Jichen." A Japanese sniper finally broke down after seeing several comrades on his left and right were shot in the head and killed him with one shot, and finally remembered who the person opposite was.

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

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

"What happened?" Lijian Shangwen, who was commanding the battle in the rear, saw that his attack formation had slowed down, and some soldiers even stopped advancing, so he couldn't help asking angrily.

"General, Wei Jichen from China is in charge of the battle ahead." The second lieutenant reported with a ashen face.

"Wei, Ji, Chen!" Li Jianshangwen spit out almost every word, and then yelled through gritted teeth: "It is this Wei Jichen, we are in this situation because of him, today, let us both Make a final settlement."

It just so happened that the crazy sniper ran back, and Li saw Shangwen drew out his command knife without hesitation, and cut off his head with one blow.

"Death, God!" The sniper before his death still yelled this sentence.

Lijian Shangwen looked around and saw a team of more than 500 people. In a short period of time, there are now only about a hundred people left.

"Warriors of the empire, follow Lijian Shangwen to kill Wei Jichen." Lijian Shangwen drew out his command saber, looked at the terrified soldiers, and shouted loudly.

Li Jian Shangwen went into battle in person, charged forward with a command saber, and finally aroused the spirit of death in the hearts of the Japanese people. Things will turn against each other, and the fear of Wei Jichen turned into deep resentment and anger.

"Kill!" More than 100 devils who were about to collapse, led by Lijian Shangwen, finally rushed towards Wei Jichen's position.

"Wei Ying, the machine gun has exploded." The sound of the machine gun stopped abruptly, and Meng Zi ran to Wei Jichen's side, reporting loudly.

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

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

Wei Jichen glanced coldly at the screaming and running Japanese. Although some Japanese kept falling down on the way to charge, they seemed to have lost a feeling called fear, and they still ignored them and headed towards the Chinese position endlessly. Come.

There is no need for machine guns to deal with 100 devils.

Wei Jichen picked up his big knife and raised it slowly, seeing that the little devils with only about fifty people left finally rushed to his own position.

"Slaughter all the Japanese! Slaughter all the Japanese!" Wei Jichen jumped up from the ground, roaring and rushed to the Japanese on the ground.

"Slaughter all the Japanese!"

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

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

This is the duel between the god of war and the god of death.

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

"Kill!"

On the battlefield, it became hell in an instant, with the sounds of fighting, shouting, bayonets jingling, and broadswords slashing horizontally.

Countless people strangled and wrestled together, fighting to the death.

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

"Die, die!" Wei Jichen held the big knife in his hands, and his movements were as fast as the wind, using the simplest way of horizontal and straight slashing, constantly taking the little devil's life.

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

The Japanese were able to fight Wei Jichen's troops on a par with Wei Jichen's troops only because of their momentary courage. It didn't take long for the Chinese army to quickly turn the whole situation around by virtue of their superiority in numbers.

Often, three Chinese soldiers surrounded a Japanese man, and the more he went to the back, the more Japanese people died.

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

Not long after, the hissing on the battlefield gradually subsided. Wei Jichen looked around and saw that there were very few Japanese soldiers who could stand on the battlefield.

However, a Japanese commander wearing a major general's costume still stood unyielding.

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

"Lijian Shangwen!" Wei Jichen almost didn't need to ask, he could be sure from his feeling that he was the Japanese military god Lijian Shangwen.

"Wei Jichen." Lijian 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 equally hard.

Li saw that there were two little devils guarding him next to Shangwen, one of them was Xiao Masaki.

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

Lijian Shangwen glanced around, gently pushed Xiao Zhengshuren and the other devil away, looked at Wei Jichen, and said expressionlessly: "Wei Jun, warriors can't bear the shame of failure, today I stand Seeing that Shangwen has been defeated by you, he has no complaints, and asks Wei Jun to take my life personally."

"General!" Little Masaki and the other Japanese yelled.

Lijian Shangwen waved his hand, stopped and said: "I immediately see Shangwen convinced."

Xiao Masaki and the other ghost had nothing to say, but took up the samurai sword, pointed at their abdomen, and stabbed in with a knife. Immediately, Naofumi stood behind them, and when they cut open their stomachs, he chopped Lost their heads.

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

Lijian Shangwen glanced in the direction of Japan, then took off the samurai sword on his body, threw it to Wei Jichen, knelt down on the ground slowly, and gently wiped the short hair in his hand.

Wei Jichen knew that when a Japanese samurai failed to commit suicide, if the defeat was convincing, he would hope that the enemy who defeated him would cut off his head.

Wei Jichen, who took the samurai sword, walked slowly behind Li Jian Shangwen without hesitation.

Ah!

Seeing Shangwen fiercely stabbing himself in the abdomen, at the same time, Wei Jichen also raised the samurai sword in his hand.

"Go, take Xiaosi, let's go home!" Wei Jichen let the blood on the samurai sword drop drop by drop on the ground.