It was quiet, without a single breeze. Dew condensed into drops, covering the leaves of the wild grass, bending them down and sleeping in the dark wilderness. To the east, at the far end of the horizon, a faint dawn appeared, heralding the coming of a new day.
Four vague figures were crouching in the wild, crawling in the weeds. The grass blades brushed against their cheeks, feeling cold, but they had no time to pay attention to the feeling. They just paid attention to the fire that was slowly approaching, holding their breath to avoid making any sound, and moving forward inch by inch.
A Japanese soldier held a Type 38 rifle with a bayonet horizontally, facing the north woods, standing with legs crossed to guard. Twelve Japanese soldiers sat around a campfire, with helmets propped up on the fire, cooking porridge. The firelight brought warmth, and the porridge could drive away the cold. The Japanese soldiers were not human, but they were also human, and they were enjoying the tranquility before dawn.
Less than 20 meters away from the fire, Hu Yi quietly stopped, gently moved the rifle to the front, and quietly began to aim at the first target on the left. Everything that should be arranged has been arranged, and everything that should be told has been told. Whether it can be accomplished is up to God. Soldiers must believe in fate, because those who don't believe in fate have already died.
Seeing Hu Yi next to him stop and take position, the big guy also stopped, stretched out his gun, aimed a few times, and finally pointed at the back of the Japanese soldier who was standing with his legs crossed to guard. This was arranged in advance by Hu Yi. Hu Yi was responsible for the left side, Zhao Yong shot the right side, and the big guy's shooting skills were the worst. The Japanese in the middle were easy to hit. After a row of shots, he should be able to kill three, then get up and rush, pull the bolt again while running, and fire the second shot at close range face to face. He should be able to knock down three more, and then there is nothing to say. Three against seven, it depends on fate, let the stupid boy take advantage of the chaos and rush over first.
Less than 20 meters away, under the light of the fire, the back of the devil was so big that it was beyond the range of the crosshairs. The big man narrowed his eyes slightly, saying, "Everyone says that my shooting skills are poor, but can you blame me? There is always wind, what can I do?" Just as he was thinking randomly, he heard a snap, and Hu Yi fired.
The bullet hit the ear, passed through something like paste, and flew out from the other side of the ear. At this moment, except for the sound of the gunshot and the bullet flying out of the ear and bringing out some things, it seemed that nothing happened. The Japanese soldier was still sitting cross-legged, holding a hot lunch box in his hand.
Bang—Zhao Yong’s bullet penetrated the Japanese on the right.
The big guy then pulled the trigger, and the alert Japanese soldier's heart broke and he fell down. The big guy suddenly jumped up with both hands holding the gun and rushed towards the fire. While running, he pulled the bolt with his right hand, ejected the shell, and pushed the next bullet in. When he raised the gun again, the Japanese soldiers had already fallen down out of instinct.
However, the distance was too close. There was no point in lying down. The enemy was so close that he had to try to make one more move and stand up again. Bang, bang, bang - three more gunshots rang out next to the fire.
The closest Japanese soldier got up from the ground with a bayonet in hand and charged at the big guy's chest. Damn, there was no chance to pull the bolt again, so the big guy had to hold his rifle horizontally and block with his head. The two guns slammed against each other, and the Japanese soldier's bayonet deviated from the intended direction of the charge and slid past the big guy's neck. Then there was a bang, and the Japanese soldier's momentum was too great, causing the two bodies to collide directly with each other.
The impact was so powerful that the figure in front of him was too strong, and he only took two steps back without falling. Although he was terrified, this was a life-and-death moment, so the Japanese soldier simply threw away his gun, bent down, and hugged the big man tightly around the waist without letting go.
The big guy wanted to raise the butt of his gun to hit him on the head, but he saw a second bayonet coming diagonally inward. He was grabbed by a small Japanese soldier around the waist and refused to let go. It was impossible for him to dodge, so he swung the gun over. With a click, it hit the barrel of the gun with such great force that the handguard on the gun was smashed. The Japanese soldier was directly shaken out of his hand and fell to the ground.
The third bayonet immediately came from the side. In order to block the second bayonet, the big guy had already swung his gun to the other side of his body. Seeing the third bayonet coming at him sideways, the big guy had no way to block it.
Under the warm firelight, the bayonet glowed with a slightly yellowish glow, too soft to be a weapon. When it pierced the big man's ribs quickly, the big man felt no pain, but felt that all the airflow and strength in his body were instantly drained away from his body, flowing along the bayonet, no longer belonging to him.
The big guy was afraid, not of death, but of losing his strength. If I lost my strength, I would no longer be a big guy. If I was no longer a big guy, then I would be nothing. This instinct of fear made the big guy grab the bayonet that was still stuck in his body, holding it tightly, not letting it go. The big guy knew that if it left, his strength would be completely gone.
At this moment, time seemed to freeze. The big guy felt that the surroundings suddenly became quiet. Everything in the firelight became unusually slow, so slow that every detail was exceptionally clear. The big guy slowly turned his head and looked at the other side of the firelight. Hu Yi was using the butt of his gun to knock down a Japanese soldier, then turned around to block a bayonet and staggered to avoid the second bayonet. Then he fell to the ground and rolled around in a mess. The third bayonet brushed past him and stabbed into the ground fiercely...
The big guy slowly turned his head and looked towards the north, in the direction of the woods. Zhao Yong's running figure was gradually shrinking, gradually disappearing, and becoming more and more blurred...
The Japanese soldier who was hugging the big guy felt that his bag was being pulled. After a while, he felt his helmet being hit with a clang. He couldn't help but look up and look at the big guy in front of him, and found that he was holding a grenade in his hand. He lowered his head to look at his bag, and found that it had been opened without knowing when...
Boom! The steel shrapnel suddenly broke free from its restraints and rushed in all directions happily.
Hu Yi lay on his back, looking at the still dark sky. Am I dead? Am I finally dead? Why is the sky still dark? Why does my head still hurt so much? Until he felt a hand touching his body, Hu Yi suddenly turned over, grabbed the other person and pulled him down, strangling the other person's throat with both hands.
"Ahem, ahem, Brother Hu, Brother Hu."
It's a fool. Hu Yi gasped and let go of his hand: "Didn't I tell you to run over while the chaos is going on? Why are you still waiting here to die?"
"I was running, and halfway through I heard an explosion. I, I just came back to check. I, I..."
Hu Yi said to the stupid boy: "Confirm your ass! There's no need to confirm whether I'm dead or not. If you do that again, I'll fucking kick you to death, you naughty kid. Hurry up and get up and follow me, the Japanese on both sides are coming soon."
In the distance, he could already hear the sound of chaotic footsteps approaching. Hu Yi did not dare to delay any longer, so he grabbed the rifle that had fallen on the ground and ran towards the woods to the north...