Chapter 533

When the gun fires, life and death will have nothing to do with him anymore. Killing the enemy as much as possible becomes the only idea. Li Wei struggled to survive from blood and fire with such belief. In the battle, at the moment of life and death, the so-called thinking of the people, the party, and the country is purely nonsense. Only those who are determined to be alive and alive can survive for a long time.

"The distance is eight hundred!" Li Wei murmured in a low voice. The Japanese infantry cannons were blowing mud on the position, and the heavy rain also affected the accuracy of the shells. Apart from making the soldiers of the 12th District Team feel it was annoying, it had no substantial lethality. Only one or two soldiers dodged slightly slower and were scratched by shrapnel. Most people were too lazy to move when they were hit by the shells.

The raindrops hit the hat are like monotonous drum beats, and the person's heartbeat is getting closer and closer to the frequency of the drum beats.

"Call me!"

Li Wei's shouts instantly resounded throughout the entire position.

The opponent's large-scale corps attacks did not even give the four companies of the 12th District Team a chance to strike head-on.

Suddenly, gunfire sounds broke out on the position, and the violent rain of bullets suddenly stopped the Japanese army who were swarming up.

"Give it to Sasi!" The Japanese officers ordered the troops to launch an attack without any weakness. The bullet rains of the enemy and us intertwined in the air to form dazzling fire nets, and occasionally the firelight burst out from the warheads.

The bullets fell on the position, like the most violent raindrops in the world stirred up countless mud pillars.

The firepower points of the 12th District Team and the Anxi Brigade were both under the special attention of both sides. As soon as the firepower was pulled up, they were suppressed by the opponent's shooter. One machine gunner fell down, and the other machine gunner rushed up, repeating this.

"Kill! Come to Japan, come and die! The uncle rewards you with your train tickets to hell."

The dull and thud sound of heavy machine guns has always been a predecessor. White water vapor jumped on the water-cooled cooling sleeve, like cutting leeks. Japanese soldiers were knocked down one by one. Fan Guowen roared and pulled Maxim to vent his anger at the enemy group. The heavy Maxim seemed to be as light as a feather in his hand, and the muzzle swayed left and right beside him. The muzzle of the enemy jumped around him, and the bloody hole cut by the bullet on his arm still did not shake him. Maxim's muzzle spitting red flames kept firing on any enemy who dared to fire or rushed over. The enemy swept by the rain of bullets was like a torn doll, splitting.

The machine gun position of the fifth company commander Fan Guowen was like a rock in a stream, nailed tightly on the way to charge in the Anxi Brigade, without dodging or giving in, causing bloody waves. On the edge of the machine gun, more than a dozen ammunition boxes were all lifted off. Two seriously injured machine gunners struggled to replace the ammunition chains for Fan Guowen, maintaining Maxim's accurate and fierce firepower.

However, the Japanese soldiers who rushed up desperately fought for a large number of casualties and forced themselves to block bullets by the Japanese army behind them. They charged to the position one hundred meters and one hundred meters. The soldiers who were shot wailed and rushed to the ground, but they still refused to stop moving. The bodies that had lost their lives gradually cooled down. The strong fighting will of the Japanese main combat brigade made these Japanese soldiers become madmen who ignored their lives.

The soldiers' sacrifices quickly shortened the deadly charge distance. Soon the 12th District Team's position was covered with Japanese soldiers. The soldiers and the Japanese soldiers engaged in hand-to-hand combat. The Anxi Brigade's strength advantage easily divided the soldiers of the four companies. Several district team soldiers leaned against their backs and bayonets went outward to form a battle formation. Just like normal training, fighting with the Japanese army in mud and water, the blood dyed the neat uniforms red, and it was no longer possible to tell whether they were the enemy or their own.

The Japanese soldiers would pull the bolts and clear the chamber as the infantry warriors, but the soldiers of the 12th District Team would not be so honest. They would directly pull the trigger at the most densely populated areas of the enemy, without any concern about hurting their own people and weakening the penetration of the bullets. The possibility of tearing the enemy's body is far greater than passing through the enemy's body.

All around them were full of enemies, and the soldiers were full of thoughts. Either the enemy died or I lived. Even if they were so angry that they would ignore them even if they received the order to retreat.

Occasionally, soldiers from the 12th District team held the last grenade and rushed into the enemy group with slogans. The comrades who were still alive nearby no longer had tears and sadness. They shouted loudly to fight against the enemy to death. They could only use the enemy's blood to commemorate the heroes who sacrificed their young lives for the country and nation.

The Japanese officers grinned proudly. The game was over. This small Eighth Route Army position would be flattened by the Great Japanese Imperial Army in a blink of an eye. "Long live the Great Japanese Empire!" The soldiers of the brigade who continued to rush to the positions of the 12th District Team shouted, cheering for the victory that was about to be won.

However, on the positions filled with soldiers of the Anxi Brigade, the battle situation did not make the Japanese commanders as smooth as they wished. There will always be some people who let the ignorant Japanese taste the reputation of the 12th District Team, which is not false.

Li Wei wandered around Fan Guowen's machine gun position, and consciously eliminated some Xiao Zi, who wanted to fire cold guns for Fan Guowen's only remaining machine gun fire point. He was surrounded by the enemy. Fan Guowen, who was in the rain of bullets, had already dragged Maxim to sweep wildly like a loss of reason. The coward and madman who were forced to look anxious were indeed only a line away. It may be a conditioned reflex, or it may be that Fan Guowen's heart was still a little sober or a fear of Li Wei. The red ballistic trajectories were beaten in the enemy group, but they always avoided Li Wei's position without intention or intention.

This kind of firepower cover is like a shadow, and as long as there is a slight mistake, even one's own people and the enemy will end up tearing together. I'm afraid that only Fan Guowen and Li Wei can achieve such tacit understanding and courage that ordinary people cannot reach in the entire division.

Li Wei, who appeared on the position like a ghost, brought a series of screams of horror that could not stop for a long time where he passed. The fighting thorn raised in the raindrops "kill the demons" cut open the rain curtain, inserted it into the chests of the Japanese soldiers, cut open their throats, and the thorn blade that had drunk the enemy's blood was thrust into the raindrops, and the red blood was washed away without a trace.

Li Wei's movements were almost unresponsive. The fighting spike flew up and down, and quickly passed through the enemy group, jumping up from time to time. The flying fighting spike pierced into the heart, throat or eyebrows of the enemy soldiers. After rushing closer, he pulled out the fighting spike and waved it, and wiped the throats of several approaching Japanese soldiers. Life was still fragile and pitiful in front of Li Wei. With a light blow, even if it was a fierce invader, life would easily dissipate like a faint candlelight.

Where he raised his hand, the stardust shuttle was even more terrifying than the lethality caused by machine guns. Each Japanese soldier was one more kind than sitting in a kindergarten and splitting fruits.

The place where the fighting thorns pass by seemed to be carefully calculated, passing by the key points of several Japanese soldiers, and killing accurately and efficiently made Li Wei more like a killing machine. Within three meters of his side was the forbidden area of ​​life. Wherever his figure passed, the Japanese soldiers whose life was taken were knocked down in the mud and water and never moved again.

Occasionally, Japanese officers who do not believe in evil establish their authority for themselves, take the initiative to pick Li Wei up without knowing the truth, but are easily stabbed through the heart by the fighting in Li Wei's hands. When dealing with such ignorant guys, Li Wei would cruelly insert his bare hands into the opponent's chest in the horrified eyes of the Japanese soldiers, take out the opponent's heart, and then squeeze the heart out of the soldiers around us, lick the enemy's blood with a bloodthirsty expression. Li Wei's ruthless and violent killing of the enemy even slowed down the battle nearby. As the legendary, Li Wei's murderous Li Wei was no different from the demons coming out of hell. The soldiers of the district team were encouraged, but the Japanese soldiers who saw this scene were weak and their pale fighting spirit were completely eliminated.

"Come on, you guys! Fuck you guys! Look at who is useless! It's not that easy to defeat the 12th District Team." Ordinary Japanese soldiers are no different from the lambs to be slaughtered in front of Li Wei. Not to mention the Japanese soldiers of the main battle brigade, I'm afraid they can't compare with the veterans who climbed out of the pile of dead people in the mountains of corpses and blood after countless battles and various dangers like Li Wei, the quality represents the gap, not to mention that the Japanese invaders who died at Li Wei's hands can almost be described as killing people.

Obviously, it was not enough to feel satisfied in such a melee. Li Wei shouted loudly: "Player officer! Player officer! Roar before he died!"

Li Wei shouted a few times, and then he heard someone shouting intermittently in an encirclement of the Japanese army: "Company Commander, Company Commander! I'm here! Oh! You can stab me, I'll stab you to death first! Company Commander! If you have anything to do, you'll tell me! I haven't seen Marx yet! But it's too soon!" Five or six district soldiers surrounded by dozens of Japanese soldiers clearly took the time to respond to the call of Company Commander Li Wei in a busy business.

"Blow up the charge! Be louder! Come with a little accompaniment!" Li Wei shouted with great enthusiasm, and rushed towards the position of the horn officer, and tore a bloody path invincible among the enemy group.
Chapter completed!