"Lao Feng! Lao Feng..."

"Feng the squad leader...Feng..."

After the earth-shaking loud noise, the despair screams from the Vietnamese hiding behind the desk, and the roar of Fang Zhijun's tears rolling down. There was also the new warrior Zhang Jinyun and Gong Guo who were shocked by the scene in front of him and could not be forgotten forever.

Yes, this person is Feng Ping, a fellow villager of Fang Zhijun, a veteran of squad, Gong Gu and Zhang Jinyun are also respectfully called squad leader.

Gong Gu and Zhang Jinyun never expected that this person who doesn’t speak much on weekdays and always teaches them very harshly, even makes them hate them sometimes, but one day they will save their lives.

"Lao Feng, your mother will be my mother in the future. Have you heard of it?"

After the explosion, an orange flame soared into the sky. In the flames, Fang Zhijun stood up desperately. He held up his gun and cried like a child, but he shouted in that direction as if from the soul. He hoped that Lao Feng was not dead yet, and that he could hear this sentence and let him walk with peace of mind.

"Squad Leader Feng, your mother is also our mother!"

Gong Gu and Zhang Jinyun also cried. The military camp was really a big family. They were family and their comrades were brothers. At this moment, they had never understood this sentence so deeply. They cried, crying loudly for Feng Ping's sacrifice, and crying for the affectionate brothers hidden in their hearts at that moment.

"I'm C, you guys, die for me! Go and die..."

Feng Ping's selfless behavior seriously stimulated Gong Gu and Zhang Jinyun, and of course Fang Zhijun. They didn't care about any sacrifices, fears, and fears. Three guns, three people, and the gun fires burst into a firepower net with hatred. With their longing for their comrades and deep affection for their comrades, they flew into the Vietnamese's bodies like flying.

After the explosion, the tables and chairs in the small command post were torn to pieces by strong airflow and flying shrapnel. The bodies of the three Vietnamese were exposed. In the eyes of a group of soldiers, two Vietnamese were directly piled up by the explosion of grenades. However, the Vietnamese officer seemed to have a breath left. When the explosion was exposed to Fang Zhijun and the others.

At this time, the Vietnamese officer did not seem to be afraid on his face. He did not even look at the soldiers of a group of soldiers, nor even care about the guns in their hands. He was covered in blood and was even more dragged on his legs. However, he sat on the ground with one hand, leaning his body and looking at the explosion site with an extremely complicated emotional gaze.

The two bloody bodies were only five meters away from him. In the faint light, the two black shadows formed a ball, covered with blood, and could not be distinguished at all. One was Feng Ping and the other was the Vietnamese soldier. But what everyone in the command post could not deny was that these two people were heroes and the country-protecting warriors with the strongest fighting will on the battlefield.

Who is right and who is wrong? No one knows!

War was forged with the lives of these passionate men, is that right?

No one can answer this question, and no one can answer this question, and it seems that they are subconsciously avoiding this question.

Then, the Vietnamese officer had to bear all the anger of a group of soldiers. The rain-like bullets hit his body ruthlessly. The violent bullets penetrated his body, then tore his uniform and skin, smashed his bones, and turned the internal organs in his body into rotten flesh. Then he seemed to sigh deeply and fell into a pool of blood in disgrace...

"Feng Ping...my brother..."

Then Fang Zhijun changed magazines one after another. He and a group of soldiers almost hit the corpses of the Vietnamese present, and beat the dead bodies to the flesh and blood and flesh. Until he could no longer have a bullet from the gun board, and the barrels were red, he threw the ak47 in his hand to the ground like a child, snatched Feng Ping's body from the crying Gongguo's hand, and then cried loudly, crying so sadly, so heart-wrenching...

The battlefield is so ruthless, and life becomes so fragile here. The one who was still alive a few minutes ago became a cold corpse in a blink of an eye. Did the hero's soul float above the living comrades? Can they still hear the crying of their brothers and comrades? They are so unable to let go of their old mothers and relatives at home!

No one knows that this scene keeps appearing on the battlefield anyway.

Wen Feng led the soldiers of the third squad to target the left side of the 387 Highland, where there was the 7th Company surrounded by Vietnamese, and there seemed to be a kind of force calling Wen Feng.

"What does the Qi Company have to do with me? Oh, by the way! Does it have to do with the literary style before?"

Wen Feng was full of questions, but the fierce battle made him bury the matter in his heart. The tenacity of the Vietnamese made him still remember this battle in the future.

Twist! Twist! Twist!

A rumbling explosion!

It was not until Wen Feng came to the position of the 7th Company being surrounded by Vietnamese people that Wen Feng and the soldiers of the third squad knew what kind of dangerous situation they were facing during the night of the 7th Company.

Looking down from above to the 387 high ground, the entire Seventh Company was suppressed in an area less than 100 meters, and around them, the Vietnamese were surrounded by almost 12 degrees and three sides.

What made Wen Feng and the others even more shocked was that this place was clearly a pocket that the Vietnamese had already arranged, and it was also a firepower cross-net on the 387 Highlands, which seemed to be specially used to ambush.

Because in the three sides of this area, the perverted Vietnamese actually built a circle of bunkers in this area. Each bunker was spitting out flames, almost pressing down on the soldiers below the company's soldiers. The powerful firepower and the powerful machine gun bullets almost hit the positions below the company's seventh company without even a complete piece of ground.

How did the 7th Company defend it? Wen Feng really admired the commander of the 7th Company. In his opinion, it was a miracle that the 7th Company was still holding on until this time.

It was the bastard who brought Qi Lian into this area. This was simply irresponsible for the lives of soldiers and a blasphemy of the honor of soldiers. Wen Feng simply wanted to curse because this obvious notch of the three-sided high ground was too obvious. People who had no problem with their heads should not enter casually, but someone just added Qi Lian. Wen Feng felt that it was unreasonable to not be dealt with.

Two completely different evaluations, one is praise, the other is ruthless spitting and anger, which bizarrely appeared in Wen Feng's mind, but that's the case, the Third Battalion and Seventh Company is really magical...


Chapter completed!