From the day he returned to Europe and arrived in Konisburg, Dayan was ready for sacrifice. But when this day really came, he realized that all preparations were empty. When the Poles rushed up like a sea of ​​rushing forward, and when their comrades around him fell one after another, what if they were mentally prepared?

Dayan was very unwilling to accept that he had not seen his compatriots live and work in peace, nor did he see the moment when his children and grandchildren were full of children. This was the hope of all Jews throughout their lives. What was even more unwilling to do was that he actually fell in front of such a pig-like enemy. Even if he was about to die, Dayan hoped to die in the hands of a hero. Without a hero, the hero would make up for nothing. And what were these mud-like Polish miscellaneous things?

Those who are knocked down by the rubbish like a foot cloth can only be more garbage than the rubbish! Dayan will never admit that he is like this.

Too regretful!

Dayan sighed, picked up his rifle and opened fire at the Poles who were rushing up. His marksmanship was very good, and almost every bullet could take away a Poles. However, there were too many Poles. He could kill ten or eight, but he could not kill eighty or eight hundred.

When these little foot-wiping cloth rushed up, they felt helpless when they were roaring across Dayan's positions and trenches like ants!

However, Dayan did not intend to escape or surrender. When the bullets were exhausted, he would fight against a bayonet. When the bayonet was bent, he would smash it with a butt. When the stock was smashed, he would beat it with a fist. Even if there was only one mouth left in the end, he would bite these foot cloths to death. He wanted to let these foot cloths know that the Jews were different from them!

Dayan's position was instantly submerged by the Poles. In the trenches and on the flat ground, you can see the scene of hand-to-hand fighting in every place. Under Dayan's leadership, no Jewish warrior fled or surrendered. They were ready to die and told the Poles with the bayonets and engineer shovels in their hands that they wanted to occupy my position unless I died!

The fierce hand-to-hand combat began, and the sound of the bayonet stabbing into the human body. The sound of the blade rubbing against the bones, screams, and shouts of killing, played the most heroic symphony.

The two weakest nations in the world collided head-on for the power of survival, and the sparks aroused were extremely brilliant!

The gun stab in Dayan's hand stabbed into the enemy's chest accurately, and a burst of blood squirted his face. He didn't bother to wipe it, and pulled out the gun stab and smashed the enemy who was trying to attack from behind, and then blocked and assassinated with all his strength.

Dayan didn't know how many enemies he had killed, but just mechanically waved his gun and mechanically overturned the enemies in front of him one by one. He was like a blood man, and his body was covered with sticky red blood. It was like he had just caught it from a pool of blood. He didn't even know how much of this blood belonged to the enemy and how much of it belonged to him.

There is neither time to figure it out nor the need to figure it out. Dayan is already in a state of demonization, only knowing to kill all the enemies in front of him by mechanical means. If he cannot kill them, he will be killed.

The rules are so simple and so cruel. The only thing that is thankful is that as the two armies were entangled together, the enemy's artillery support immediately stopped. At this moment, the battlefield belongs to cold weapons, and the best game!

Huh...huh...

Dayan's breathing became heavier and heavier, and his two armies seemed to be heavy. Every time he lifted a gun and every assassination, he had to spend all his energy. Gradually, Dayan was a little exhausted.

Once again, he stabbed the gun into the enemy's chest, and this time, he let Dayan work hard. Even the strength to feed his breasts could not be pulled out. People would be tired and would be dull as a knife. Dayan's fatigue was soon noticed by the Poles.

"Kill him! Kill that person for the head!"

After a shout, the three Polish wiping their feet cloths rushed up, all trying to get the big advantage of Dayan. Dayan smiled bitterly and no longer competed with the stuck gun. That made no sense, but even if he died, he would have to pull at least one or two more cushions.

Just as Dayan was about to meet the last moment, with a roar, a man who was covered in blood like him rushed over, a hungry tiger pounced on his food, knocking over two foot cloths, and three people rolled around in the trenches. When he saw that the foot cloth was about to gain an advantage, the bloody man looked at Dayan's direction and resolutely pulled the grenade. With a loud bang, the three people disappeared into the smoke!

"Dak!"

Dayan roared angrily. The heroic warrior was the guard beside him. He was born in Ukraine. He rolled on horseback with Cossacks since he was a child. He was the best cavalry and the most brave warrior. In the previous battles, Dayan saved Dayan's life more than once, and the relationship between the two sides had surpassed that of their brothers!

The heroic sacrifice of his friend greatly stimulated Dayan's nerves. His body, which was already exhausted, seemed to have been injected with stimulants. He pounced on the last foot cloth like a rabies. He was completely manic and scared his opponent, crawling in a piss and preparing to escape.

However, Dayan did not give him a chance to escape. He rode on the other party's back and punched and kicked him, almost twisted the guy's head off his neck!

This is not the end. The crazy Dayan picked up an engineer shovel. Wherever the crowd was the most dense, he rushed to wherever he rushed in. After rushing in, he slashed left and right. He didn't know that he had killed several enemies and cut off several heads. When there was no more Polish foot cloth on his position, the engineer shovel had rolled up and almost turned into an engineer's "stick".

Huh...huh...

Dayan gasped heavily and glanced at his position. It was needless to say, the corpses were all over the ground, with broken rifles and machine gun parts all over the ground, looking messy.

Looking at the dead comrades, Dayan was very heartbroken. These are all great guys! The oldest is only thirty years old, and the youngest is only 18 years old. They still have great years and how many years they have left, but they have been destroyed by these damn Poles!

When Dayan's eyes turned red when he thought of those foot cloths, he staggered and stood up and shouted: "How many people are alive!"

As soon as he shouted, except for the echoes that gradually drifted away, there were very few people responding:

A soldier struggled to climb out of the pile of dead people. He actually had five or six sword wounds on his body. The deepest muscle had turned outwards. An injury like him was to continue lying in the pile of dead people to pretend to be dead. No one could say anything.

Another soldier also stood up with a half-cut arm. In the previous shelling, a shrapnel cut off his arm, and he had just woken up after fainting.

Another soldier pulled out a gun from the Polish body and stood up with the buttstock. Although he didn't know how many enemies he killed or how seriously he suffered, he could see from his extremely firm eyes. He was fearless!

The soldiers stood up one after another, got up, but they couldn't stand up, and they struggled to raise their heads. At this moment, they could proudly announce to the world that I am a hero, an absolute hero!

Looking at the soldiers who were unable to stand firmly, as if a gust of wind could blow down, Dayan felt extremely proud and had unprecedented hope. If every Jew was willing to die for the nation, what force could prevent them from standing again in the world's nations?

Dayan didn't feel regretful. On the contrary, he was very happy. He completely believed that his children and grandchildren could live happily. He no longer had to worry about being robbed or persecuted, let alone being pointed at their heads and said: "Look, these are cowardly Jews, slaves that people can deceive! "

Isn’t these the fundamental reason why they fight to the death and face death directly?

So, looking at his comrades beside him, Dayan smiled very happily. It can even be said that this is the first time in his life that he has laughed so happily!

"The dog bastards are coming up again." Dayan glanced at the Poles who charged again and spat with contempt.

Yes, Dayan has no choice but to say those words that belittle the Poles. He does not need to harasse himself or slander to enhance his morale. Because he already felt from the bottom of his heart that he and the comrades who accompanied him to continue fighting have far exceeded the Poles' level. Both sides are not in the same plane at all. There is no comparison at all!

"Prepare for the battle!" Dayan shouted softly, "Kill!!"

With a "kill", the remaining Jewish soldiers tightened their weapons, and those who could shoot fired. Those who could throw grenades threw grenades. They told the aggressive Polish foot cloth with their practical actions - I am not afraid of you, I despise you!

Of course, this kind of inexplicable attack must have blocked the Poles' pace of progress. They screamed and rushed forward. In their eyes, the Jews in front of them were vulnerable!

Twist... Twist...

Just as Dayan was about to welcome the last moment, fierce gunfire came from behind him, and the flames of the PK machine gun rolled down pieces of foot cloth, and a large number of them suddenly appeared in their queue.

When Dayan looked back and saw Li Xiaofeng standing in the trench with a machine gun on fire. At that moment, he was a little lost and could not understand how a certain immortal would come. In his opinion, the situation on the signal flag should be even more tragic, and someone should not come at all. It would be a pity for a big man like him to lose such a loss.

That moment seemed very long, but in fact it was very short. After Li Xiaofeng swept a belt, he threw away the machine gun without hesitation, picked up a rifle, and strode into the Polish array with a gun.

The shocking scene was even stronger than before, so that even Dayan lost his mind in a short time. However, he quickly realized that no matter how someone went there, he could die without life and no chance of being spared!

He couldn't help but think, no wonder the Bolsheviks could overthrow the Tsar's rule, and even leaders of someone at the level dared to face the test of death. They knew that they would definitely die and would definitely charge forward, so how could the people below not follow him?

Anyway, Dayan had already felt the fighting spirit of a sharp bell, and his tired body seemed to be full of strength again. He suddenly raised the rifle in his hand and shouted: "Kill!"

The remaining Jewish warrior followed Dayan and rushed towards the Polish people who were wiping their feet cloth. It looked like a moth to the flame. At least the Polish brigade commander who was commanding the battle behind felt that the Jews were seeking death.

Are you seeking death? Is it a moth to the flame?

The answer was soon revealed, in Dayan's words: "This is a lion entering the flock!"

The leading lion is naturally Li Xiaofeng. He rushed to the front with the sharpest arrow. No Pole is his enemy. Every shot is about to be shot and he will definitely take away a life. Sometimes, he can even knock down a row of people with one shot. This person is just here to play the live-action version of the unparalleled grass mowing.

The Poles immediately felt a huge pressure, and the enemy's leader was simply not a human being. They were extremely powerful and almost no one could resist. Everyone in front of him was like paper. As more and more people were mowed, fear gradually spread in their hearts.

No Poles dared to stand in front of Li Xiaofeng anymore, and any attempt to resist this human-type meat grinder was futile. In other words, wherever Li Xiaofeng went, he felt like he was in a state of no one. The Poles' ninth charge was almost shattered by him alone.

Logically speaking, such a record is already very strong, at least Dayan is extremely satisfied. He can see deep fear in the eyes of the enemy. They are frightened and their morale is completely collapsed. Unexpectedly, it will take a long time for the Poles to organize the next charge.

However, Li Xiaofeng, who was already having fun, has forgotten that this is not unparalleled in mowing grass. Killing made him forget everything else. He just wanted to kill a few more Poles and have a more addiction.

So, after the Poles' storm formation collapsed and began to turn around and flee, Li Xiaofeng did not stop when he saw the good news. He followed closely like a rabbit-chasing hunting dog!

This scene shocked Dayan. It was very pleasant to pursue the enemy, but the enemy's position was ahead. Although the Poles had just built positions in a hurry, the position was the position. Machine guns and mortars could easily kill them. Continuing to rush down would undoubtedly be a death!

"Stop, withdraw..."

Dayan just shouted to stop and found that something was wrong. The soldiers seemed to be driven by someone's fearless behavior. They were completely hot and just wanted to avenge their comrades. They ignored Dayan's orders and rushed towards the Poles' positions one by one with the immortal screaming. To be honest, in this scene, they were like fools.

The Poles also thought so, and the brigade commander snorted contemptuously: "Idiot, what's the use of a brave man?" He paused. He thought this was not bad. Since it was difficult for him to attack the Jews' positions, it was not bad to let the Jews jump out and die on their own initiative. He even felt that he had "awakened" too late. If he had known that the Jews were so two, he would not have ordered the troops to fill in the pit again and again.

"Open fire!"

With the command of the brigade commander, rifles, machine guns and mortars spoke together, and a large area of ​​smoke emerged from the Poles' positions. It can be seen how strong the firepower is.

Faced with all this, Li Xiaofeng naturally didn't care. What danger could be with him as an immortal? So a scene that only existed in Hollywood blockbusters appeared on the battlefield, in the rain of bullets. The protagonist with the halo of God ran forward without any injuries. The bullet seemed to have eyes, and even if it could not hit someone, the same was the shell. No matter how powerful it was, even if it exploded one meter next to a certain immortal, it would not have any killing effect, no matter it was a shock wave, air wave or overpressure.

In short, the firepower of the Poles is more like a means to set off the positive image of a certain immortal. Under his leadership, groups of Jewish warriors rushed into the Poles' positions without even losing a single hair!

After using the "engineering stick" to a life-and-death Polish miscellaneous man, Dayan couldn't help but look at the way he came. Although he was not sure, he still had a vague feeling - this charge seemed too easy, and the casualties were too small, right?

Anyway, when the bullets roared through his scalp and crotch, when the large-caliber grenade landed not far away from them, Dayan thought he was dead more than once, but every time, he could turn bad luck into good fortune, which made him wonder if he was a lucky person favored by God.

However, he soon discovered that there are many lucky people like this. At this time, they were cheating like adding invincible BUFF.

The Poles were quickly washed away, especially after their brigade commander was stepped into a paste, their morale collapsed instantly!

I have to say that the brigade commander died unjustly. The Jewish brave attack shocked him. He didn't believe that everything he saw was true, so he stood there like a fool.

When Li Xiaofeng rushed in, he was the first to step on him. The poor man let out a whine and was stepped on by the Jewish warriors following Li Xiaofeng's charge one by one. He died so much that he screamed. He probably had his ribs shattered!

Capturing the thief first. Although Li Xiaofeng had no such intention, the effect was still very good. The Poles, who had already been denied, lost the supreme commander again and broke up with a bang.

When Dayan recalled the battle that day several years later, he used a word to describe it - a miracle! Yes, in the eyes of this tough guy, the inexplicable victory could no longer be described as a miracle. I am afraid that God was standing on the side of the Jews and could only achieve that incredible victory under his protection.

"The guards were completely wiped out?"

When Bissuski learned the news, he was so surprised that he almost fell off his chair. You know, it was a whole brigade, and his direct troops, how could it be wiped out so easily?

"Are you sure?" he asked angrily.

"It's very certain! The troops behind the temple were packed with dumplings by the Jews without leaving any left! Kenqin's troops have proved this!"

"This is impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

Bissuski was still unwilling to accept this result. His direct troops were only more than 50,000, and one-tenth of them were eaten up in an instant. Do you think he could stand it?

PS: Bow to thank the lost Canfeng, the wind puffs the shadows and comrade Juventus!
Chapter completed!