Hu Biao fell into a rage, and everything in front of him was cast in such a color.
After being in this magical state, although he can still feel pain in his body, the more severe the pain in his body, the more violent he will become and the more ferocious he will fight.
He didn't have any fighting skills. The only thing he had was the beast-like fighting instinct. While exchanging injuries for injuries, he kept knocking down one Japanese after another.
Of course, manpower is limited after all.
As his body continued to bleed, Hu Biao's physical strength was also rapidly passing away.
So what he didn't know was that even if he could deal with the current group of Japs, another complete squadron of Japs had already rushed to a position about 150 meters away.
One by one, these devils are all fresh troops who have been recuperating for a long time.
After they joined in the close combat, there was no longer any suspense in this battle.
When Hu Biao, the last of the first group of Japs, had a large dent in his head with brute force, it was as if Hu Biao had been evacuated from his entire body just by raising his head.
The next batch of Japanese from a squadron were less than 100 meters away from him.
It was also at this time that Hu Biao suddenly experienced a rare burst of clarity in his head. This sudden clarity also caused Hu Biao to lose the last trace of his body's strength in the severe pain all over his body.
Fortunately, the mechanical sound of the system, which usually sounds disgusting, now sounds extremely beautiful:
"Congratulations to the trainee commander, this mission has been completed. In view of the special circumstances of the current battlefield, the trainee commander can choose to return first. The specific settlement and score will be notified in the time and space channel.
At that time, the system can appropriately increase your stay time in the passage~"
Under such a wonderful reminder, Hu Biao, who felt that he would be blamed at any time, dared to delay even a little bit now.
The problem was that when the shout of 'return immediately' came to his lips, Hu Biao suppressed it.
Mainly because he suddenly realized a key issue in a flash of inspiration:
Damn it! If they were passed back in such a hurry, not to mention other trophies, everyone would have lost all their weapons and equipment, wouldn't they have returned to the pre-liberation camp overnight?
Thinking about the wealth that he had finally accumulated, all his belongings were lost like this.
Suddenly, Hu Biao felt that he had a little more strength and could do something else before returning.
So, when the Japs from another squadron cautiously approached the position about 70 meters away from the position.
He was horrified to find that the guy who had been stabbed countless times and who should have been dead long ago by a normal human being jumped up from the ground like a corpse.
This is why Guo Jia is particularly particular and superstitious about gods, gods, and ghosts.
Of course, there was also the extremely brutal battle before, which had a huge impact on their hearts.
After someone shouted something, first one of the Japs turned around and ran away, and then the Japs from this squadron actually turned around and started running wildly.
Even the Japanese officers among them were the same.
Hu Biao, who had long been swayed by the general emotion of "wanting money rather than life", could not care about these fleeing guys. He held on to his body, which seemed to be about to collapse at any time, and staggered towards the second-line position.
During such a process, blood beads continued to fall along the way.
The reason for this is that the second-line position contains various trophies that they collected when they cleaned the battlefield...
At this moment, Xiao Pingtou's original sin is still lucky to be alive.
Seriously injured, he was dragged by An Tusheng, an orthopedic surgeon, to the shell-proof hole in the second-line position, and placed together with five other netizens.
The serious injuries made him feel very uncomfortable, but he would definitely not die for a while.
But when Hu Biao threw a bunch of backpacks containing large yellow croakers, Yuan Datou, and gold jewelry on him, and a mouthful of old blood came out, Yuan Sin felt that he was really not far from death.
Fortunately, he felt much more comfortable when he saw the other wounded people, whose bodies were also covered with various Japanese equipment and whose faces were getting paler.
The practice of throwing all the trophies collected previously onto the wounded.
Hu Biao was wondering, how could he bring back so many things by himself? He could only try to throw dozens of kilograms of things on each wounded person to see if they could be brought back.
After doing such a thing, Hu Biao felt that his body was even weaker.
But he still persisted and walked to the front line, struggling to pull off the scattered rifles, as well as the bullet boxes and small melons on the Japanese soldiers, and threw some on Qingtian and Jason respectively.
The barrel of the gun was crooked, because after the melon was used up, it was considered a temporarily useless grenade, so Hu Biao planned to take it back with him.
After all, there should be related accessories for sale in the system mall, so that the crooked handle can be repaired and still be used.
It's just that these two weapons may have been buried somewhere in the trench by the flying dust during the shelling. Hu Biao could only choose to give up and pick up some easily found trophies.
During this process, I did not forget to add a 4x scope to the middle-aged warehouse manager and picked it up together.
When the swordsman rushed out, he was thrown to the ground along with the old antique camera and pocket bag, which were also carried by Hu Biao.
Even unexpectedly, he picked up another shell gun on the battlefield, which made Hu Biao feel a little happy.
Finally, Hu Biao staggered up to Qingtian and Jason and threw the trophies in his hands towards them one by one.
By the way! Qingtian and the fake foreigner Jason, the final performance of these two guys is actually very impressive. Even after a short close combat, they are now breathing out more than they are taking in.
But in the previous close combat, the result of killing two or three Japs was worthy of praise.
It's a pity that none of our personnel witnessed their fighting process, and they were even a little frightened by Hu Biao's crazy fighting mode.
It wasn't until Hu Biao came here and saw several Japanese corpses entangled and fallen together around them that he was surprised.
In the end, Hu Biao, who was carrying three Sanba Gai, picked up a Zuoguan knife and squeezed out the last bit of strength in his body.
The whole person was spread out on the ground. Although he felt that his whole body was cold due to the massive blood loss, this guy showed a bitter smile under the moonlight.
Damn it! It feels so good to have completed the task like this.
The feeling of having equipment all over the ground but only being able to bring back a little bit is really heartbreaking.
With such complicated emotions, Hu Biao said softly: "System, go back~"
******
At the same time, at the starting position of the Japanese at the foot of the mountain.
With a "ding dong~" sound, the telescope in Colonel Miura's hand fell from his hand to the ground. When it coincidentally hit a piece of the ground, the six-times-diameter glass immediately broke into pieces.
However, at this point, this old devil with cold hands and feet could no longer care about this.
Under his observation just now, the last warrior of the defenders fell to the ground. Such a tragic scene shocked the old Japanese man greatly.
At this moment, the last stumbling block blocking their way forward was finally removed.
At the same time, he also changed the idea that the defenders were originally local armed forces to warriors.
However, in order to seize the blocking position held by such a rabbit armed with more than 500 people, they paid such a high price.
Including: Yamazaki Battalion was almost completely wiped out, Matsui Battalion suffered more than half of its casualties, and even Inagawa Battalion scrapped a squadron.
After such a battle, the Miura Regiment lost almost half of its combat effectiveness.
Are these still the Chinese people he thinks will collapse as long as they face the scene of bayonet charge after a burst of artillery fire preparations?
For a moment, Miura, an old ghost, fell into deep doubt. He didn't know what was happening to the world.
Just when the old devil fell into a depressed mood, more bad news came.
The adjutant ran over with a look of panic and panting, and immediately reported hurriedly to Captain Miura:
"Miura-dono, the headquarters just sent a message. The defenders of the Xiji stronghold sent their final farewell message at 11:55. After that, they could no longer be contacted. It seems that they have been completely lost.
In addition, according to reports from the reinforcements sent to support the Xiji stronghold from the nearby Laoyashan stronghold, approximately two regiments of rabbit troops are moving rapidly this way.
In about 15 minutes, their vanguard will be here."
The rabbit armed forces of the two original regiments were nothing in Miura's eyes.
In the past, he had only one large group of troops at hand, and he dared to directly launch an attack and defeat these opponents.
But the battle just now destroyed all the spirit of the Miura United Team.
"Inform the troops, spend 5 minutes to clean up the battlefield quickly, and then retreat back to Datong City." Miura paused for a moment before giving such instructions.
Under such instructions, he could clearly feel the adjutant and other soldiers' faces becoming more relaxed.
After seeing this, Colonel Miura felt bitter in his heart. He knew that without a relatively long-term repair, the Miura Alliance would be useless.
In this way, within 5 minutes, the Japanese did not even reach the hilltop position.
After they hurriedly cleaned up the corpses and equipment of their own war dead near the foot of the mountain, they began to retreat towards the way they came.
Twenty minutes later, the young soldier Li Fugui, who was knocked unconscious by Yang Dongli, was woken up from the artillery hole by other companies of the independent regiment.
Without saying anything, the little soldier pushed away the people in front of him and ran to the trench and glanced down.
Looking at the familiar faces lying in a pool of blood, this junior high school boy burst into tears.
Because he thought that he was the only one in the entire blocking force who successfully survived; in fact, what he didn't know was that he would also die in the battle.