Thinking of fighting with Americans in the jungle a few years ago, Li Jiang remembers this scene now seems familiar.

As a proud Vietnamese soldier, Li Jiang believes that they are not as strong as Americans, but there is one thing that Americans can never match, that is, they are braver and more flexible than Americans, and have a higher fighting spirit.

In the past, as long as he hit the Americans, the Americans would scream. The Americans, who were afraid of death and pain, would tighten their bodies due to severe pain and weakened their penis. At this time, his back was extremely powerful, and the Americans would inevitably be thrown to the ground from behind him. At this time, he had time to use his left hand to pull out the saber from his waist and stab it down, and all the situation would be reversed.

In Li Jiang's opinion, it was so easy to deal with tall and strong Americans back then, and now fighting with the Chinese is no problem. So when the elbow was smashed down, he was even ready to immediately draw a saber down from his waist. Someone dared to cut his throat, so of course he didn't mind stabbing the enemy hard in the heart.

"not good……"

but……

An accident happened, and his elbow could feel empty when he passed by, which means he did not reach any target. Then he would feel a sharp pain in his chest, and then a strong force pushed forward. With the force of his backwards, he could not stand and could not help but retreat. However, when he retreated, he suddenly felt something behind him and he tripped.

The worst thing is that when he felt the pain and danger, he suddenly found that the cold light on his chest had already penetrated into his chest at some point, and even though he fell backwards, the cold and severe pain were still firmly following up...

"No! How could this happen! It's impossible..."

Li Jiang felt that something incredible happened. The attackers behind him seemed not afraid of death, and were more flexible and brave than him. When he issued a fatal blow to him, his firm and decisive will to fight made him feel extremely frightened.

Is this the Chinese soldiers? This time it seems that they did not do a human-sea tactic on him, and a one-on-one single fight. Li Jiang was desperate to find that he was at an absolute disadvantage under such circumstances! He had doubts about the brainwashing policy of the upper class for the first time, but it seemed that it was too late.

The cold light flashed, and death came like a tide. Li Jiang could hardly believe what was happening in front of him. It was true that the attacker behind him might not be as tall and strong as the Americans, but his physical flexibility and determination and courage in the fight were incomparable to the Americans.

In other words, when Li Jiang stopped cutting his throat, the attacker had already changed his attack plan. Li Jiang thought that the attacker would give up after he had not cut his throat, but the attacker did not. Instead, he instantly changed his move from cutting his throat to stabbing his chest. The cold light almost decisively penetrated downwards after being resisted.

At the same time, the attacker seemed to have realized that Li Jiang would hit back with force. When he stabbed his sword downward, his body had turned to the side of Li Jiang like the wind. He used his impact force to push Li Jiang backwards, tripped Li Jiang's heels, and then pressed Li Jiang's body and pounced down.

"No...ah..."

Li Jiang's body hit the ground hard, and his back was burning, but this was not the most fatal. What was fatal was that the cold light almost ruthlessly plunged in the direction of his body falling.

The pain was incomparable. Li Jiang even felt a foreign object piercing his heart, and then slammed it into it cruelly. The severe pain was uncontrollable. Li Jiang struggled desperately, but the black shadow above his body was as hard as a mountain. He tried to let out a shrill scream in despair to call the police for his comrades, but the attacker's big hand was still covering his mouth, making his voice unable to be heard. When he raised his head, he only saw a pair of shining eyes with a fierce murderous intent in front of him.

The moment the military force was pulled out, Li Jiang felt that his soul seemed to rise up with a stream of passionate blood. At the moment when blood and life disappeared, the eyes in front of him were bright and bright.

"Damn..."

When Li Jiang, a veteran who thought he was very powerful, finally died with hatred, Wen Feng finally stood up tremblingly. He even had to cover his mouth with his sleeve. A disgusting feeling of vomiting really entangled him at that moment.

Helplessly, although the Vietnamese devil was severely injured by the unsolved and damaged center, Wen Feng found that the enemy did not die silently as described in the movie and TV. Instead, he tried to scream and struggle at the top of his lungs, and burst out with the instinct of survival while dying. He waved his arms wildly, and accidentally hit Wen Feng's face, who was a little lost at the time!

The severe pain from Wen Feng's nose immediately made his nose and tears flow out. He couldn't help but cover his face to relieve the pain, but fortunately he forgot the dizziness of vomiting for the time being.

He finally discovered that the fact that the slaughter of a person in the game and the Kyokai killing in the game are completely different from reality.

Even if you pick up a semi-automatic rifle and shoot the enemy headshot by shot, you will never be as shocking as watching the enemy be killed in close proximity. You can watch a life disappear in your own hands and struggle desperately at the moment of dying. But in order to win and to survive, you have to watch the enemy slowly die in your own hands. This feeling is simply indescribable.

"Brother, don't blame me! Maybe you were going to die thirty-three years ago, I'm just following the will of heaven!"

If it weren't for the artillery position in front of him, if it wasn't for the more than 30 people in a row to kill seventy or eighty Vietnamese veterans, Wen Feng thought he would never want to kill so close. This feeling was too unacceptable. Looking at the Vietnamese who died with their eyes, he could even feel unwillingness and resentment from his eyes. Wen Feng could only close the boy's eyes with guilt and comfort himself in his heart. In fact, his face was as pale as paper at this moment.

"Damn, there are two more, it's really tmd..."

Wen Feng covered his nose and climbed up from the ground in a very embarrassing manner. Although the close-range killing made him so much psychologically, as a platoon leader and for the responsibility of all the platoon soldiers, he had to move forward. He took advantage of the heavy breathing of the Vietnamese army in the open space ahead and calmed his disgusting feeling in his heart. He had to helplessly realize that although he had killed two Vietnamese people, there were still two Vietnamese devils waiting for him to kill them. Fortunately, Li Fei next to him seemed to cooperate with him in a very tacit understanding and was making gestures to move forward.

"How did this kid suppress the fear in his heart? Maybe this kid can adapt to this battlefield better than me!"

When he pounced on the next Vietnamese, Wenfeng could see Li Fei pounced at the enemy faster than him, with his movements fast and his sword like the wind, which was completely different from his usual lazy appearance. While Wenfeng was glad that Li Fei cooperated closely with him, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, thinking that this guy had a great character explosion caused by overstimulation?

When Wen Feng rushed out of under the wheels, Li Fei just threw the enemy beside him and made a little noise, causing the Vietnamese man in front of Wen Feng to move forward in confusion, and quickly stretched out the sabers behind him to make it much smoother. The Vietnamese fell down almost without even a chance to hum. The rustling blood gushed even had to be covered with his hands.

However, this time the feeling of killing is no longer as guilty as the previous few times. Maybe it is because I am used to killing? I killed several of them one after another, and watched the enemy die with my own eyes. No matter how fragile the nerves are, they are still very fragile. When I saw the only two Vietnamese sentries in front again, Wen Feng and Li Fei seemed to breathe a sigh of relief at the same time.

But what Wenfeng and Li Fei never expected was that everything was not as smooth as they thought. When they all took their close-knit assassination that seemed to be from instinct, they killed eight Vietnamese sentries in a row and finally approached the last military vehicle full of ammunition, an extremely unexpected thing happened.

No Vietnamese devil was found in the cab of the three military vehicles in front, but when they arrived at the military vehicle full of enemy shells, the door suddenly opened. A Vietnamese officer in the clothes of a lieutenant walked down from the car while yawning, and saw the literary style of the last Vietnamese sentry in front of the car.

The Vietnamese officer exclaimed and immediately pulled out the pistol from his waist well trained, and the muzzle pointed at Wen Feng instantly. When Wen Feng saw the black muzzle, his whole body was inevitably stiff, and his mind was blank...

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