"Fire the gun, fire immediately!"

The literary style roared desperately throughout the battlefield, making it extremely tragic and shocking.

Veterans familiar with the battlefield know that letting a row of gunfires is actually equivalent to firing at Wen Feng himself. How powerful is a 122mm howitzer? The possibility of targets above a 45-degree angle within at least 30 meters can be equated with miracle.

It can be said that whoever survives such an explosion can only be said that his family’s ancestral grave is filled with smoke, and the impact of the air waves can reach fifty meters away.

How many people in the world will be guided by God like a great man?

He is a legendary true god possessed. He has fought on the battlefield for decades and even led the way in the early stages of the revolution. What is bizarre is that he was stunned and didn't leave any scars on his body. How could this make the ten marshals feel!

What's more, there are now shells from a military vehicle. Even if a Vietnamese veteran would lie on the ground on the spot of the explosion, he would still scatter to find a place to hide. Under normal circumstances, he might be able to avoid the attack of a shell.

But remember, it's just a shell, what if it's a car?

Within a range of fifty meters, even if the bomb is not directly hit by a bomb, the huge explosion effect will be killed on the spot even if it is not hit by shrapnel.

Wen Feng clearly remembers that there was a saying in the battlefield information thirty-three years later that many soldiers died only bleeding from their seven orifices, but no scars were seen on their bodies. What was bizarre is that all their clothes were torn to pieces, and they were even naked after death, which means that they were completely injured by the enemy's shells and the strong shock.

"No! No one is allowed to fire the fire. I will shoot the heavy machine guns. The cover platoon leader will let him come back!"

Wen Feng's voice came clearly from the battlefield, but Zhuang Jianguo did not listen to him. It was different from the Fang Zhijun who could only obey orders. The calm and calm Zhuang Jianguo's biggest feature was that he could use his brain when fighting, and was particularly steady. Wen Feng's order meant, and Li Fei forgot. That boy ran fast and probably wouldn't die, but once the enemy's shells were detonated, their platoon leader would have to die.

"Gongguo, you guys come with me and grab the platoon leader back!"

To be honest, Zhuang Jianguo didn't spend long time with Wen Feng. He was even very dissatisfied with the platoon leader in the first platoon when he first came into contact with Wen Feng. However, after more than a month of running-in, he gradually accepted the platoon leader. Even after heading to the battlefield, he had discovered that Wen Feng's status and combat ability had become indispensable in the first platoon.

"Squad leader, I'll go!"

When he saw Wen Feng fighting with the Vietnamese officers, the recruit Gong Guo was furious and red. If it weren't for the battlefield orders, he would have rushed forward desperately.

After his gorgeous turn of literary style, his performance on the battlefield and the training ground has long become a shining benchmark in the hearts of the recruits. In the words of later generations, it is an idol-like existence. If screaming is allowed in this era, it is worthy of "ghost crying wolf heroes". At this time, literary style on the battlefield is equivalent to idols on the stage. After watching the performance of their platoon leader, these young soldiers in a row will definitely not buy it with "Mani", which is all from the heart.

At this time, the literary style was in the hearts of the soldiers. He was a brother and an elder. When he saw the platoon leader in danger, Gong Gu felt that it was okay if he wanted his life, but the platoon leader must not have any trouble. So when he heard Zhuang Jianguo's words, he rushed out almost immediately.

"Damn it, fire it, don't come here!"

The gunshots were full of fire, as if there were bullets flying in the sky, and there were even explosions constantly. Perhaps Wen Feng was confident that he was shot in his waist, and the possibility of running back was not high, so he was aiming at a huge rock beside the military vehicle. He thought that after the military vehicle in the distance exploded, with the protection of this huge rock, as long as the shells on the military vehicle around him did not explode, he might be able to save his life. So when he saw that the Vietnamese army had already reacted, he was worried that he would not complete the task in a while, so he decided to let a row of four-o fire explode enemy shells.

"Fuck, why are these stupid soldiers so desperate!"

But what made Wen Feng both angry and moved was that the two figures rushed out of the ambush with bullets and rushed towards him with a desperate rush. Wen Feng knew what they wanted to do, but he really couldn't say anything in his heart at that time. At least he knew that NPCs in the game would definitely not be able to do it. Why are these guys so desperate?

"No, I have to rush out!"

With the lightning flashes, I saw Zhuang Jianguo and Gong Guai rushing over. The Vietnamese army also rushed over also discovered it. The bullet immediately poured into the rain, killing the two soldiers in danger.

Seeing this scene, Wen Feng had to cheer up. He covered the place where he started to be shot. It was wet. He didn't know whether it was his own blood or the blood of the Vietnamese military officer. Fortunately, the wound was not as painful as he thought. Looking at the figure of his comrades rushing over, he realized that if he didn't leave, maybe the two "stupid soldiers" might fall down and run for the safety of others. This was the first time Wen Feng was born, and this psychological shock was simply indescribable.

Boom boom boom!

"run!"

Thinking of the preciousness of life, seeing the desperate rescue of his comrades, thinking of the future thirty-three years later, in order to survive, Wen Feng suddenly realized that there was an instinct in his body that seemed to wake up. He couldn't help but enjoy and reminisce - it seemed that every cell on his body was boiling and refreshing, the pleasure of life and death in the turning of his fingers, the bloody smell wandering between his mouth and nose, and the control and desire for life.

Once he decided to act, Wen Feng seemed to have forgotten the injuries on his body. He squatted up sharply, and then calmly pulled out the grenades on his body one by one, as if using a ruler to measure the time of the explosion every time he threw it out, and the target of the explosion.

When all six grenades on his waist were dropped, a cloud of smoke appeared on the battlefield ahead. Then, with the violent explosion, the Vietnamese soldiers rushing down one by one, and the shots let out a heart-wrenching howl. The moment they were not hit, they lay on the ground and looked at the smoke rising in front of them. They all sweated coldly on their foreheads, and they didn't dare to move for a long time.

"You guys go back to me, don't worry, I can run back!"

At this time, Wen Feng let out a muffled roar in his heart, turned around and began to rush towards Gonggu and Zhuang Jianguo at a speed of 100 meters, and roared at them. For the safety of his comrades, he would complete the combat mission as soon as possible. At that moment, Wen Feng felt as if there were flames churning in his body, and he actually found that his speed was as fast as lightning.

"Platform leader, hurry! Quick!"

"Cover the platoon leader, call me!"

"Heavy machine gun, firepower suppression..."

The gunshots were sounding, and a row of heavy machine guns were roaring, and amid the shouts, Gonggang and Zhuang Jianguo stood up. Bullets crossed Wen Feng's body like rain screens and shot towards the Vietnamese army behind. At this moment, almost the entire row of soldiers did not care about their own safety to protect Wen Feng. They did not want to lose the platoon leader, so they went all out.

"Damn, how did this bring me back to thirty-three years later? These stupid soldiers!"

The bullets and the loud shouts to Wen Feng were like warm currents that penetrated into his heart, as if igniting the flames in Wen Feng's heart.

Wen Feng moaned weakly and sighed in his heart. In that dark night, except for the gunfire that could vaguely illuminate his body, he turned into a gust of wind. The Vietnamese army behind him could not aim at him, and could only watch him fly away from the battlefield...

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