Chapter 65 Death

It happened so fast.

Before Xiao Si could snipe him, the Japanese had already made his move.

"Wei Ying, be careful!" Xiao Si roared wildly, and then threw himself on Wei Jichen without hesitation.

A gunshot rang out.

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 Xiao Si's back.

Sticky and wet.

This is hot blood.

"Xiao Si! Xiao Si!" Wei Jichen hurriedly helped him up and shouted in panic.

I don't know since when, Wei Jichen has been accustomed to Xiao Si flattering him from time to time.

I still remember the timid and cunning "Come in casually" in the prison.

If it weren't for him, I don't know what other ways I would have to think of to escape.

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

The sneaky Xiao Si slowly grew up to be an outstanding sniper beside him.

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

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

He tilted his head, and his eyes finally closed slowly. He didn't even have time to say a last word, and he died suddenly.

"Xiao Si, you can't die, you can't die, we still have to kill the enemy together, get promoted, make money, and marry a wife." Wei Jichen grabbed his arms and shook them hard, and tears flowed down his cheeks involuntarily.

Wei Jichen knew that Xiao Si's greatest wish was to return home in glory after the war, sneer at the old rich man who had humiliated him, and then marry a few wives and live a simple life.

Xiao Si did not respond, and his body slowly became cold.

"Fuck, you bastards, you bastards, today, you all have to die. None of you can survive, you rats hiding in the dark, come out and die." Wei Jichen first cried out in grief, then roared at the devils below.

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

"Yes, Weiying." Mengzi wiped the tears from his face, stepped forward, raised the machine gun, and fired down with anger.

The raging 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 for me, you rubbish!" Wei Jichen practiced sniping in the training base. Those timid Japanese were just showing off their skills in front of an expert.

Wei Jichen even recognized them from a small movement of the other party. They were Japanese snipers.

Bang, bang.

Wei Jichen's gun did not stop, and he shot left and right. The angry bullets were like the sickle of the god of death when the owner was furious, harvesting the lives of Japanese snipers without scruples.

After Wei Jichen fired a few shots, he quickly changed his position, and often fired deadly bullets from other places when the Japanese snipers had no time to react.

"It's Wei Jichen, it's Wei Jichen." After seeing several of his companions on the left and right being shot in the head and killed, a Japanese sniper finally collapsed and finally remembered who was on the other side.

"The opposite side is the Death God Wei Jichen!" The Japanese sniper was like a madman, dancing and shouting on the battlefield, then threw away the gun in his hand and ran to the back in fear.

"Death God, Wei Jichen!" More soldiers slowed down their pace in fear after hearing the words of the crazy sniper.

"What happened?" Tachimi Naofumi, who was commanding the battle in the rear, saw that his attack formation slowed down, and some soldiers even stopped advancing, and asked angrily.

"General, the one commanding the battle in front is the Chinese Wei Jichen." The second lieutenant reported with a dead look on his face.

"Wei, Ji, Chen!" Li Jian Shangwen uttered almost word by word, and then gnashed his teeth and shouted: "It is this Wei Jichen. We are in this situation now because of him. Today, let us both make a final solution."

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

"God of death!" The sniper still shouted this sentence before his death.

Li Jian Shangwen looked around and saw that the team of more than 500 people was reduced to only about 100 people in a short period of time.

"Warriors of the Empire, follow me Li Jian Shangwen to kill Wei Jichen." Li Jian Shangwen drew out his command knife, looked at the terrified soldiers, and shouted loudly.

Li Jian Shangwen personally went into battle and charged forward with his command knife, which finally aroused the Japanese people's fear of death. Things will turn into deep resentment and anger when they reach the extreme.

"Kill!" More than a hundred Japanese soldiers who were about to collapse, led by Naofumi Tachimura, finally rushed towards Wei Jichen's position.

"Wei Ying, the machine gun exploded." The sound of the machine gun stopped abruptly, Mengzi ran to Wei Jichen and reported loudly.

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

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

Wei Jichen glanced coldly at the Japanese who were screaming and running. Although some Japanese kept falling on the charging road, they seemed to have lost a feeling called fear, and they still continued to move towards the Chinese position regardless of the situation. Come.

There is no need for machine guns to deal with a hundred Japs.

Wei Jichen picked up his broadsword and raised it slowly. He saw that only about fifty people were left and the Japs finally rushed to their own position.

"Kill all the Japanese! Kill all the Japanese!" Wei Jichen jumped up from the ground and roared towards the Japanese on the battlefield.

"Kill all the Japanese!"

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

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

This is the showdown between the God of War and the God of Death.

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

"Kill!"

The battlefield instantly became a hell, with all kinds of sounds of fighting, all kinds of shouts, the tinkling of bayonets, and the slashing of broadswords.

Countless people strangled, struggled together, and fought for life and death.

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

"Death, die!" Wei Jichen covered the big knife with both hands and moved as fast as the wind, using the simplest horizontal and straight slashes to continuously take away the little devil's life.

Death, death, blood splattering everywhere, stumps and broken arms flying everywhere, white brains, bloody intestines, hand-to-hand combat, it is indeed the cruelest war, the bloodiest war.

The Japanese only relied on their momentary courage to compete with Wei Jichen's troops. It didn't take long for the Chinese army to rely on their numerical advantage to quickly reverse the entire situation.

Often three Chinese soldiers surrounded a Japanese. The closer you got to the back, the more Japanese died.

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

Not long after, the screams on the battlefield gradually died down. Wei Jichen looked around and saw that there were only a few Japanese soldiers standing on the battlefield.

However, a Japanese commander wearing the uniform of a major general still stood unyielding.

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

"Tachimi Naofumi!" Wei Jichen almost didn't need to ask, and he could feel that he was the Japanese military god Tachimi Naofumi.

"Wei Jichen." Immediately Jian 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 just as hard.

He immediately saw that there were two little devils guarding Naofumi next to him, one of them was Komasakito.

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

Immediately, Naofumi glanced around, gently pushed Xiaozheng Shuren and the other Japs away, looked at Wei Jichen, and said expressionlessly: "Wei Jun, the warrior cannot bear the shame of failure. Today I will Seeing that Shang Wen was defeated by you, I have no complaints and asked Wei Jun to personally take care of my life."

"General!" Xiaozheng Shuren and the other Japanese shouted.

Immediately seeing Naofumi waved his hand and stopped him: "I immediately saw Naofumi was convinced."

Komasa Shuto and the other Japs had nothing to say anymore. Instead, they held up their samurai swords and stabbed themselves in the abdomen. They immediately saw Naofumi standing behind them. When they had a disembowelment, he slashed them. Lost their heads.

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

Immediately Naofumi glanced in the direction of Japan, then took off his katana, threw it to Wei Jichen, slowly knelt on the ground, and gently wiped the sword in his hand.

Wei Jichen knew that when a Japanese samurai failed to commit suicide, if he was convinced of defeat, he hoped that the enemy who defeated him would chop off his head.

Wei Jichen took the katana without hesitation and slowly walked behind Tachimi Naofumi.

ah!

Immediately, he saw Shang Wen stabbing his abdomen fiercely. At the same time, Wei Jichen also raised the katana in his hand.

"Let's go, take Xiaosi with you, let's go home!" Wei Jichen let the blood on his samurai sword drip onto the ground drop by drop.