The general died in a hundred battles, and the hero returned for ten years.

If a person is not even afraid of death, what else will he be afraid of?

However, the facts were really in front of him, and he was still afraid. Political Commissar Han Qiming was obviously scared, but his fear eventually turned into a touch, pouring it on Wang Yang and the others' hearts like blood.

"Nonsense, how could he die in Political Commissar Han? So many of you are watching him?"

His eyes were so angry that they were about to spit out the fire. Gao Xiaodong pushed Li Xiaobu to the ground angrily, almost pointing at his nose and scolding: "Are you a dead person? How did he be hit by the enemy!"

"No...no, the political commissar was not shot by the enemy, he committed suicide! Suicide!"

Gao Xiaodong pointed at his nose, but Li Xiaobu seemed to be unaware of it. He didn't even have the courage to stand up. He hugged his head with his head and shouted in a chaotic manner: "The political commissar is afraid of implicating us, he...he said he doesn't want to be a burden to us..."

With a loud bang, the volunteer soldiers who were rushing to shoot at the enemy while involuntarily pricking up their ears and listening to Gao Xiaodong and Li Xiaobu's conversation suddenly became confused.

Suicide! This is a shame, but it cannot be denied how much courage it takes. Political Commissar Han Qiming actually fell at the last moment of victory, and ended his life by suicide. This result really surprised everyone and was indecisive.

Everyone knows that Political Commissar Han Qiming's injury is very serious, but because Wang Yang and his friends have antibiotics given by the enemy, their injuries can be stable. As long as Wang Yang and his friends can return to the large army in time, Political Commissar Han Qiming may be saved.

However, in order not to drag down the actions of his comrades and to increase more opportunities for survival for others, he chose to give up his last hope. How broad is this required and what kind of self-sacrifice spirit is needed?

"Damn it, kill these dog gods for me!"

After hearing Li Xiaobu's words, Gao Xiaodong looked at Li Xiaobu who was lying on the ground hatefully for a long time, but he did not scold him again. However, he suddenly picked up the rifle in his hand and rushed out a few steps, saying almost roaring: "Avenge Political Commissar Han."

Yes, if these enemies were not blocked, maybe they had already joined the army, maybe political commissar Han Qiming had received appropriate treatment and was lying safely on the hospital bed and going to sleep.

However, it was because of the enemy's obstruction that everyone could not move forward. After being trapped on this mountain for a whole day, Political Commissar Han Qiming ordered his determination to exchange his death for the lives of his comrades. All the anger and all the sadness were under Gao Xiaodong's roar, and Wang Yang and the others were unconsciously venting their anger on the South Korean soldiers who were blocking the road in front of them.

"Kill, avenge for Political Commissar Han!"

The roar that soared into the sky was like a loud bang of the war horn, and Wang Yang and his team immediately started to rush. As the flares flashed in the dark forest, the attacking volunteer soldiers seemed to have been infused with an inexplicable energy. Just looking at their impact momentum made the South Korean soldiers feel frightened when they saw it, and they could not form an effective counterattack at all. They could only run away in a panic like ducks.

The enemy was getting closer and closer, and rushed forward, beating the enemy hundreds of meters in one breath. Unconsciously, the bullets in the guns of both sides of the enemy and us were quickly fired. The enemy was only concerned about escaping and had no time to change magazines, and Wang Yang and the others rushed to the front with the idea of ​​avenging political commissar Han Qiming, and they wanted to find a way to vent their endless grief and anger in their hearts.

Amid the choking smoke and fire, Wang Yang had already caught up with a South Korean soldier in a blink of an eye. He had no time to install a military spear on Gadran's rifle, but it was not prevented from slamming the enemy's neck with a gun. The enemy fell to the ground and subconsciously picked up the rifle in his hand and thrust it into a bright bayonet and stabbed Wang Yang.

But Wang Yang's movements were faster than him. At the same time the enemy fell to the ground, his right hand had already pulled out the military spear quickly. He had never thought of installing the gun. This thing was sometimes better than a dagger. He turned his back and shook the enemy's bayonet and stabbed it hard. The military spear penetrated the enemy's neck through the body that fell down Wang Yang.

With a bloody arrow, the Snow-Bright Army spear quickly stood out from the enemy's body, but Wang Yang almost didn't leave a chance to survive for the enemy. When he pulled out the twist, he had already removed half of the enemy's neck. The South Korean soldier almost had no chance to scream. He was so scared that he was afraid and despair on his face. These volunteer soldiers are now fierce like a group of killing gods from hell. Whether they fight far and close attacks, they are enough to find the courage to resist.

As he stood up, the military spear in Wang Yang's hand flew forward like a lightning bolt passing through the night sky. The spear turned into a flying knife and pierced into the back of a South Korean soldier five meters away. Looking at a sharp blade that suddenly emerged from his chest, the South Korean soldier's eyes showed an incredible color. His rifle that had stabbed Gao Xiaodong couldn't help but feel powerless, and fell to the foot of a big tree.

Gao Xiaodong faced three South Korean soldiers. He was the first to rush out and walk in the front of the team, but he didn't expect that he had gone crazy and Li Xiaobu surpassed him. Now the guard who was deeply guilty of himself rushed into the enemy's back team like a mad cow. He killed two South Korean soldiers with his gun in his hand and stabbed one of them with a bayonet. However, he also forced the enemy who had no way to escape to attack him.

If Gao Xiaodong hadn't helped him, Li Xiaobu might have fallen, but even though there were four South Korean soldiers who were so scared that they looked pale, they were not brave enough to fight to the death. This was what happened when Gao Xiaodong shared his three enemy troops.

"Damn it, I'll kill you!"

Li Xiaobu, who had already had red eyes, was now covered in blood, like a demon. Although a South Korean soldier stabbed his shoulder with a military stab, the sting he turned around immediately made the enemy feel cold. When he pulled out his gun, he rushed towards the next enemy without even looking at the enemy.

"Snatch the gun and don't kill it!"

Although Wang Yang was still angry when he helped Gao Xiaodong to solve an enemy, he was not dizzy. If he rushed like this, he would not say that his comrades would face casualties. If he waited for the enemy's support, it would be even worse.

Dadada shot three times in a row, killing a South Korean soldier who was stabbing towards Li Xiaobu, and then disappearing another enemy who was changing magazines. Wang Yang rushed to Li Xiaobu and pulled him down. Then he pointed to the South Korean soldier who had confronted Li Xiaobu and said loudly in a few words he had learned:

"Snatch the gun and don't kill it, the volunteers will treat prisoners with preferential treatment!"

Facing the dark gun hole, the South Korean soldiers had actually collapsed long ago, and fighting with Li Xiaobu was just to save their lives. Now there were volunteers who asked him to surrender. Of course, he put down the gun in his hand without thinking, knelt on the ground almost tremblingly, and raised his two guns high above his head.

"Snatch the gun and don't kill it, the volunteers will treat prisoners with preferential treatment!"
Chapter completed!