Although Hu Biao himself was stopped by Takeo Yamamoto, the commander of the island country team who rushed back in time, at a position about sixty or seventy meters away from the mother castle.

Immediately, the two commanders of the team were also rare mid-level experts.

The two of them started a ferocious and brutal fight with the power of their blood. This put an end to Hu Biao's idea of ​​leading his men into the mother fort and blowing up the interior of the mother fort.

But what is very gratifying is that the members of the Zhongzhou Team are extremely proactive.

Those members who had not met an opponent while advancing in the dark continued to move towards the mother fort after their commander got caught in a battle somewhere.

Doing this has only one purpose:

Blow up the passage in the mother fort as soon as possible to prevent more Japanese reinforcements from coming out.

But what annoyed these people was that after Yamamoto Aio arrived at the battlefield, some Japanese from the surrounding areas also rushed to the mother castle through the dense underground transportation network in the heart of Matsuyama.

Then he fought his way out through the gate of the mother fort and joined the battlefield.

So far, their number is not too large, but they have already made everyone who has advanced along feel some pressure and threats...

If the exit of the passage is not blown up as soon as possible, the pressure and threat will only become greater and greater as time goes by.

Regarding such simple truths, the veterans of the Central Continent team naturally realized it very clearly at the first time.

For the final victory of this night battle, they began a desperate battle...

The M1A1 submachine gun in Xiling's hand hit the target with a series of precise shots of "da, da, da~".

At most fifteen or six meters away from him, a Japanese figure who had just stood up from behind the bunker was knocked to the ground on the spot.

Why was Mao so sure it was a Japanese? Wasn't he afraid of hitting the wrong person?

Regarding this point, Xiling has absolute confidence.

Damn it! A short man who stood up straight and was only a little over 1.5 meters tall was holding a rifle in his hand that was taller than a man after including the bayonet.

In this situation, who else could it be but the Japanese?

Then, when this one stood up, he faintly hit his helmet with his fist, and an explosion broke out next to him.

Obviously, this guy actually planned to throw a small melon grenade at Xiling and others.

Fortunately, the little devil had just stood up and was killed by Xiling with a few shots before he could throw out the melon in his hand.

In the firelight caused by the explosion of the small melon, Xiling could see two Japanese soldiers holding Type 38 rifles in their hands, being knocked down by the flying shrapnel.

But after achieving such a result, Xiling quickly lay down in the nearest trench in a panic.

Mainly because at this time, a Type 92 heavy machine gun that had just been set up by reinforcements not far from the entrance of the mother fort had already fired a stream of bullets at him.

The main shooter who operated the heavy machine gun was obviously a veteran of the Japanese Army, and he was very good at using the heavy machine gun.

Therefore, although the string of bullets he fired was short, it was quite threatening and almost turned Xiling's head into a rotten watermelon.

So, after feeling the bullet flying past my head, it was a feeling of panic even for a veteran in the battlefield.

With Xi Ling in his mouth, he immediately roared:

"Zhui Feng, I'll cover you and try to kill that heavy machine gun."

Here, it is necessary to explain:

In fact, today's Central Continent team no longer needs to shout at the top of their lungs to communicate with each other tactically in many battles.

After all, they have fought so many battles and been tempered so many times that even a brick can feel patinated, let alone a human being.

Therefore, the Central Continent team has made great use of tactical gestures and coordination.

But the crux of the problem is that in such a dark environment tonight, no matter how well the tactical gestures are done, others cannot see it.

No! Xiling could only change the method of communication to roaring.

Faced with Xiling's request, the man was still more than 20 meters away when a mine exploded, causing Zhui Feng to be trapped in the crater.

Just in his mouth, he simply replied: "Okay~"

Then, he took off the bazooka that was carried all the way behind him and put it on his shoulders.

The Chinese character on the side didn't say anything when he saw this. He directly took out a 60 mm caliber rocket from the canvas ammunition bag he was carrying and helped load it.

Such a scene, in today's dark environment, Xiling naturally cannot see.

However, based on the good tacit understanding that the team members have developed over a long period of time and their rich combat experience, Zhui Feng and Kanji were ready to greet them with the bazooka rocket launcher.

Xiling stood up from the hiding place in time, picked up the M1A1 submachine gun in his hand again, and started firing at the machine gun group of the Type 92 heavy machine gun.

Although because of that Japanese veteran, he hid behind the sandbags in the heavy machine gun position in an extremely insignificant manner.

So much so that Xi Ling's bullets failed to kill this heavy machine gun, but he succeeded in attracting the most firepower from the opponent.

The only pity is that in order to achieve such a goal, the corner of Xiling's eyebrow was cut open by a ricochet.

Immediately, half of his face was covered in blood.

Fortunately, his injuries were not in vain; at the moment when Xiling's gun fired, Zhui Feng also came to a standard kneeling position from his hiding place, carrying a bazooka rocket launcher.

He quickly locked the position of the target on the opposite side based on the muzzle flash of the Type 92 heavy machine gun.

Then, he pulled the trigger on his fingertip, successfully ignited the rocket in the tube, and launched it.

The distance was only a few dozen meters, and for an experienced bird like Zhui Feng who had launched countless bazookas, the result was no surprise.

Or in other words, it was an accident if it missed the target.

In the blink of an eye, the Type 92 heavy machine gun, along with the sand in some sandbags, flew into the sky.

However, in the light of such an explosion, Zhui Feng helplessly saw five or six more Japanese, just rushing out of the mother fort.

The leading Japs among them even held a crooked light machine gun that had been gradually eliminated by the Japs' first-line tribe.

The moment the Japs rushed out, they opened fire with a crooked light machine gun.

A flurry of 6.5 mm caliber bullets were fired at random, and there were actually a few of them who were still alive, and they hit Zhuifeng accurately in the chest.

Under the impact of the Japanese Tomosaka bullet, Zhui Feng clearly felt that two of his ribs were broken on the spot.

Damn it! No one else has such bad luck...

Several ribs were broken. This level of injury is actually not a serious situation for the veterans of Zhongzhou Team.

As long as the broken bones are not staggered, stabbed, or punctured in the organs, it is not an injury that can be used on the battlefield.

Therefore, after realizing that as time goes by, more and more Japanese soldiers come to support, and what may happen if the battle situation is not good.

Zhui Feng decisively threw away the bazooka pipe he was carrying on his shoulder, and planned to pick up the 5 kilogram explosive bag that he had just casually placed in his hand.

I'm ready to hug this thing and start fighting for my life.

By the way! If they hadn't only had one of these on hand at the moment.

Otherwise, Zhui Feng, who is worried that a 5 kilogram explosive pack is not powerful enough, will get more.

At such a moment, an unexpected situation occurred, that is, from behind them, there was another loud shout of death.

Judging from the distance, it is just over a kilometer, and you can reach the battlefield in a few minutes.

Zhui Feng and Han Zi could even hear the shouts of killing clearly. There were quite a few childish voices in these shouts of killing.

There is no doubt that these are the child soldiers who are the reserve team and rushed up here.

"What the hell! What bastard issued the order and actually let these dolls enter the battlefield again? How dangerous are they without eyesight?"

After hearing such a sentence, Zhui Feng immediately cursed in his mouth.

Mainly because of the Central Continent team, they had already decided tonight that these children would not be allowed to participate in the war no matter what. Wasn't it enough that so many people died during the day yesterday?

Instead of doing this, they would rather people like themselves die more.

The problem is that Zhui Feng also knows a little bit. There is no point in cursing now. The only thing is to resolve the battle as soon as possible, before those baby soldiers join the battle.

With such an idea in mind, Zhui Feng was about to jump up to blow up the Mother Fortress, but when he jumped up, he was grabbed by Han Zi.

After turning back, he could see the strange expression on Hanzi's face under the dim starlight.

He also said calmly: "Zhui Feng, let me handle this kind of thing. I've been holding something in my heart lately, and I always feel a little unhappy if I don't do something big."

Then, he grabbed the explosive bag in Zhui Feng's hand and quickly rushed into the night.

Looking at this resolute figure, Zhui Feng knew one thing clearly: in this mission, this should be the last time everyone sees the Chinese character.

Because after a while, I am afraid that not even the complete parts of the Chinese characters will be left...

******

By the way! Kanji was the only survivor among the six-member fishing team of the Central Continent Team that stood at that starting position.

All the others died in the battle, and their deaths were heroic and miserable.

But the problem is, with images of broken gongs, Uncle Chu, pythons, and other child soldiers dying in battle constantly lingering in my head, Hanzi actually doesn’t want to live anymore.

At least for this mission, he didn't want to continue living; he felt that if he was to survive alone, he might as well die together and let the fishing team gather together.

Therefore, he felt that a method of death such as firing the explosives was very in line with his taste.

However, after rushing out for at most seven or eight steps, he lay down again. He could faintly see more Chinese characters in the mother castle, but he frowned tightly.
To be continued...