Red, large pieces of dazzling bright red blood.

Hu Biao, who was trapped in the violent state, was covered with such a layer of color.

After being in this magical state, although he could still feel pain in his body, the more severe the pain he was on his body, it would only make him more violent and fight more fiercely.

He didn't have any fighting skills, the only thing he had was the kind of beast-like combat instinct. In the case of exchanging injuries with injuries, he kept knocking down one Japanese after another.

Of course, manpower is limited after all.

As the body continued to bleed, Hu Biao's physical strength was also rapidly eliminating.

So what he didn't know was that even if he could solve the current group of Japanese devils, the other complete squadron of Japanese devils had already rushed to about 150 meters.

One of these Japanese is counted as one, and they are all new forces that have been replenishing their strength for a long time.

After they joined the close combat, there was no suspense in this battle.

The last of the current group of Japanese devils, when Hu Biao used brute force to knock down a large piece of his head, he was like Hu Biao, who had been exhausted all over his body, and then he was tilted his head.

The next batch of Japanese devils in a squadron were less than 100 meters away from him.

It was also at this time that a rare twilight moment suddenly appeared in Hu Biao's mind; this sudden twilight moment also made Hu Biao lose the last bit of strength in his body in the severe pain all over his body.

Fortunately, the system's mechanical sound that sounds disgusting is now extremely wonderful:

"Congratulations to the Intern Commander, this mission is completed; given the special circumstances of the current battlefield, the Intern Commander can choose to return first, and the specific settlement and score will be notified in the time and space channel.

By then, in the channel, the system can appropriately increase your stay time~”

Under such a wonderful reminder, Hu Biao, who felt that he would blame him at any time, dared not delay any delay now.

The problem is that when the shout of "return immediately" came to his mouth, Hu Biao forced himself to hold it back.

It was mainly because he suddenly realized a key issue:

Damn it! If you pass it back in such a hurry, let alone other spoils, you will even lose all your weapons and equipment. Wouldn't you go back overnight to get to know* before you release it?

Thinking about the family possessions I had finally accumulated, all of them were gone.

Suddenly, Hu Biao felt that he had some strength in his body and could do something before returning.

So, when the Japanese from another squadron carefully approached about 70 meters away from the position.

In horror, he discovered that the guy who had been assassinated for unknown amounts of time and who, as a normal human, had probably died, jumped up from the ground like a zombie.

Because of this, Guo Jia is particularly particular about and superstitious about things like gods, gods, ghosts, and ghosts.

Of course, there was also the extremely violent battle before, which had a huge impact on their hearts.

I don’t know who shouted a word, first a Japanese man turned around and ran away, then the Japanese man in this squadron actually turned around and started running wildly.

Even the officers of the Japanese were the same.

Hu Biao, who had long been influenced by the emotions of "demand for money but not life", didn't care about these guys who were running away. He forced himself to support his body, which seemed to fall down at any time, and staggered towards the second-tier position.

In this process, blood beads kept falling down.

The reason for this is that there are various spoils collected when they cleaned the battlefield before...

At this moment, Xiaopingtou Yuansin was still lucky to not die.

He was seriously injured by An Tusheng, an orthopedic doctor, to the anti-aircraft hole of the second-tier position and was placed with five other netizens.

The serious injury made him feel very uncomfortable, but he would definitely not die for a while.

However, when Hu Biao threw a bunch of backpacks containing big yellow croakers, Yuan Datou and gold jewelry on him and smashed a mouthful of old blood, Yuan Sui felt that he was really not far from death.

Fortunately, after seeing the other wounded people, they were thrown into various Japanese equipment, his little face became much more comfortable.

The practice of throwing all the spoils collected before onto the wounded.

That was Hu Biao thinking about how he could bring so many things back alone? He could only try to throw dozens of kilograms of things on each wounded to see if he could be taken back.

After doing such a thing, Hu Biao felt that his body was even weaker.

But before he insisted on going to the front line, he struggled to pull down the scattered rifles, bullet boxes and small melons on the Japanese, and threw some on Qingtian and Jason respectively.

The crooked handle with a gun barrel was considered a grenade launcher that was temporarily useless after using it, and Hu Biao also planned to take it back together.

After all, there should be related accessories for sale in the system mall, and the wrinkle can still be used when repairing.

However, these two weapons may have been buried somewhere in the trench by the flying dust. Hu Biao had no choice but to give up and pick up some easily discovered spoils.

During this process, I haven’t forgotten to install the 4x scope on the middle-aged warehouse, and I picked it up together.

When the swordsman rushed out, he was thrown to the ground and his old antique camera and waist bag, and was also carried in his hand by Hu Biao.

Even a little surprised, he picked up another mullet on the position, which made Hu Biao very happy.

Finally, Hu Biao staggered to Qingtian and Jason, and threw the spoils in his hands towards them one by one.

By the way! Qingtian and the fake foreign devil Jason, the final performance of these two guys was actually very impressive. Even after a brief melee battle, they were much more angry than they were in.

However, in the previous melee battles, the results of killing two or three Japanese devils were worthy of praise.

Unfortunately, none of the people on this side witnessed the battle process, and they were even a little scared by Hu Biao's crazy fighting mode.

It was not until Hu Biao walked here and saw several Japanese corpses that fell down together around them, that he was surprised.

In the end, Hu Biao, who was carrying three 38-year-old large covers, picked up a sword of assistant, and squeezed out the last bit of strength on his body.

The whole person was spread on the ground and felt the coldness of his whole body due to the heavy blood loss. However, this guy showed a bitter smile under the moonlight.

Damn! It feels so good to complete the task like this.

The ground is full of equipment, but I can only bring back a little bit. It's so heartbreaking.

With such a complicated emotion, Hu Biao said softly: "System, go back~"

*******

At the same time, at the devil's departure position at the foot of the mountain.

With a 'ding~' sound, when the telescope in Colonel Miura's hand fell from his hand to the ground, it coincidentally hit a piece of the ground, and the six-caliber glass immediately fell into pieces.

However, at this time, the old Japanese with cold hands and feet no longer cared about these things.

Under his observation just now, the last warrior of the defender fell to the ground. Such a tragic scene made the old Japanese shocked.

At this moment, the last stumbling block in their way forward was finally moved away.

At the same time, he also changed the statement that the defenders were originally armed with warriors.

However, in order to seize such a 500 rabbit armed force, they paid such a great price to defend the blocking position.

Including: Yamazaki Brigade was almost completely destroyed, Matsui Brigade suffered more than half of its casualties, and Inagawa Brigade had a squadron.

After such a battle, Miura United almost lost half of its combat effectiveness.

Are these still the Chinese people in his mind who will collapse when facing the bayonet charge after a bombardment?

For a moment, the old ghost Miura fell into deep suspicion, wondering what was wrong with this world?

Just as the old Japanese fell into a depression, more bad news came.

After the adjutant ran over with a look of horror and panting, he immediately reported to Captain Miura in a hurry:

"His Excellency Miura, the headquarters just sent a message that the defenders of the Xiji stronghold sent the last farewell message at 11:55, but they could no longer contact them. I think they were completely lost.

In addition, according to the nearby Lao Yashan stronghold, a report of reinforcements sent to support the Xiji stronghold, there were about two regiments of rabbit troops moving quickly toward this side.

There are about 15 minutes left before their vanguards can arrive here."

The rabbit armed forces of the original two regiments were nothing in Miura's eyes.

In the past, he had only one brigade of troops on hand, and he dared to launch an attack directly and defeat these opponents.

But the battle just now destroyed all the enthusiasm of the Miura United.

"I inform the troops and spend 5 minutes to clean the battlefield quickly, and then retreat to Datong City." Miura paused for a moment and ordered this in her mouth.

Under such instructions, he clearly felt the adjutant and other soldiers' emotions relaxed.

After seeing this, Colonel Miura felt bitter in his heart. He knew that without a long period of repair, Miura's United was considered useless.

In this way, in 5 minutes, the Japanese did not even go to the mountain position.

They hurriedly cleaned the bodies of the dead in the battle near the foot of the mountain, and then began to retreat to the way they came.

Twenty minutes later, Li Fugui, a young soldier who was knocked unconscious by Yang Dongli, was woken up from the anti-cannon hole by people from other companies of the Independent Regiment.

Without saying a word, he pushed away the people in front of him and ran to the little warrior on the trench and looked down.

Looking at the familiar faces lying in pools of blood, this junior high school boy burst into tears.
Chapter completed!