Anti-Japanese War Korean Crazy

Kosaki fully reacted, "撃て! (Shoot!)"

He gave the order hastily, he didn't expect to catch anyone alive anymore, and he could tell that no one would try to capture a guy like Han Feng who was born like a god of war.

The [-]-type rifle has an extremely long range, and the bullets splashed around Han Feng. He quickly rushed up the back slope, turned over, and left a series of chasing bullets behind him, completely disappearing from Kosaki's sight.

"くそ! Chase 撃しろ! (Damn! Chase, chase!)"

Han Feng, who turned over the back slope, was panting violently. He lay on the top of the back slope, half of his head exposed, and witnessed the Japanese army coming towards him from several directions.

Continue to run away?

The terrain in this area is too flat. After passing this back slope, the range of one kilometer behind him is all plains.

The devil is also impatient now, it seems that he is not going to capture him alive, he has already ordered to shoot, but the shells have not been used yet.

If you continue to run, you can only become a living target. It is better to take advantage of this back slope and finally fight a hearty sniper battle.

Han Feng shook the tattered bullet pouch he was carrying on the ground, and only the last 13 bullets fell out of it.

13 bullets, but there are hundreds of devils chasing up, how can this be fought?

Just like what Han Feng thought at the end, kill one and earn one!

As a result, shocking marksmanship appeared. Han Feng was lying on the back slope, showing his head from time to time, and one shot would definitely take away an enemy.

In just a short moment, he kept changing the shooting direction in a local area, and eight bullets killed eight devils.

The Japanese soldiers who were chasing fearlessly were taken aback. The strength of the enemy not far away exceeded everyone's expectations. He could take away one of his companions with every shot. snipe.

The Japanese soldiers who were chasing also started to get scared. They intentionally or unintentionally slowed down their pursuit and retreated. They all wanted to leave the most dangerous position in the front to others. Who would not be willing to survive?

It's just that the last bullet was quickly emptied, and when Han Feng touched the ground again, there was nothing but the coldness of his hands.

After a while there was no sniper gunfire, Xiao Zuomu came back to his senses, he knew it was Han Feng's bullet.

"Shooting をやめて, catching まえよう! (Stop shooting, catch alive!)"

Once again, Xiao Zuomu became greedy. He saw from a distance through the binoculars that Han Feng was standing on the top of the back slope swaggeringly, looking at himself and his party with a calm smile.

Han Feng seemed to light a cigarette for himself. The smoke slowly rose in the air, and his mood became more calm.

He just started cursing all of a sudden, "These bastards are really not polite to me, at least they keep a foreign cigarette! It's too embarrassing for me to have a cigarette in my mouth at the last moment!"

As for death, for people like Han Feng, death itself is not scary, what makes death scary is only the inner cowardice and shrinking when facing the threat of death.

If there is no cowardice and retreat, death is just a kind of life.

Lighter than a feather?

Or heavier than Mount Tai?

Most of the time, it is not his choice. From Han Feng's point of view, death is death. How can there be so many detours?

If you have to say something, and die for the righteousness of the nation, wouldn't it be heavier than ten Mount Tai!

Han Feng sat in a very proud posture, facing the Japanese soldiers surrounding him from all directions. The smoke from the cigarettes rose slowly, forming one or two smoke rings occasionally, and then quickly drifted away with the wind, like a dream.

Maybe this is life. At the last moment, various memories since he became a fool flashed in Han Feng's mind in the form of fragments.

The third class, Hu Chengwen who likes to wear glasses to pretend to be a cultural person, the cooking class, deputy squad leader Xu, Xiaozhuang fighting, Zuixianlou in Ankang Town...the 21st brigade battle...The memories of this scene are accompanied by the breaking of the smoke ring, like a tide Usually recedes, suddenly comes from afar, and then disappears from afar.

The two sides were less than a hundred paces away, and the Japanese soldiers seemed to be infected by Han Feng's calm demeanor. Their pace slowed down and approached Han Feng step by step. However, everyone was afraid of Han Feng's strength, and each of them looked cautious. , no one dares to be careless.

Little Zuo Mu could even clearly see the contemptuous smile hanging from the corner of Han Feng's mouth through the binoculars.

This is a mockery of the invaders.

This is contempt for the Japanese army.

Hundreds of people confronted Han Feng alone, and it was like a formidable enemy.

Even if they win, they still lose from the bottom of their hearts!

Gunshots!

The dense gunfire suddenly broke the silence on both sides.

At the last critical moment here, Xu Zilin finally arrived with his team.

"Old Han!"

Xu Zilin roared, a platoon of people rushed to the back slope, raised their guns and fired, Han Feng had already fallen off the back slope.

"You bastard, old Han, I knew you wouldn't die so easily." Seeing Han Feng again, Xu Zilin burst into tears, and almost couldn't help but hug Han Feng tightly.

Han Feng threw away the cigarette, his words were a little weak, and the corner of his mouth was trembling, "Originally...Yan Wangye was going to invite me...to be a guest, but you old Xu came to call me...Yan Wangye...you can only sell... ...You save face, and sent me...out again."

"Iron students..."

"They were all sacrificed. When we broke through, Tiesheng also..."

Xu Zilin comforted, "No one thought that the little devil would come in such a violent way this time. Old Han, we have to live well to avenge Tiesheng and the others."

"Yes... definitely will..."

Han Feng said in a daze, "Old Han", the voices kept ringing in his ears, but he couldn't hear anything. The exhaustion and labor pains all over his body finally reached the verge of collapse. After seeing Xu Zilin and his party, all Mental and will collapsed.

Han Feng fell headfirst!

"Old Han!"

Indistinctly, Han Feng seemed to hear Xu Zilin's exclamation that almost changed his voice.

This voice really sounds like a girl...

447 Confession

Gongzhufen, Zhangjiacun, and Wuming Village, these three villages went along the road until they arrived at Pingzhuang.

The plain terrain around Xiaoniu Village basically turned into a mountain after passing the middle section of Zhangjia Village and Wuming Village.

Duan Peng and the monk led two platoons of troops, originally aiming at the Princess Grave, who knew that they ran into the little devil in the middle of Zhangjia Village and Wuming Village.

Hundreds of little devils wandered around in the mountains, and they seemed to be looking for someone.

The monk and Duan Peng could tell that this group of devils was the one who had fought with his party on the trail east of Gongzhufen.