Seeing Guo Songling slowly fall to the ground, Han Baihang felt happy. Although he had great confidence in his marksmanship, in such a chaotic scene and under great mental pressure, he did not expect that he would actually do it.
The hit is sure to hit, as long as Guo Songling is killed, everything will be hopeful.
Guo Songling did not expect that he would be shot by Han Baihang among countless soldiers. He fell to the ground without struggling. The soldiers around him discovered the situation of the regiment commander in the chaos, and immediately moved closer, trying to kill Guo Songling.
Protection was in the middle. A dozen soldiers of the Third Army immediately formed a semicircle, and Guo Songling was tightly protected behind.
Han Baihang knew that he could no longer miss the opportunity. The pistol in his hand was out of bullets. He held a big knife in his right hand and rushed towards the dozen enemy soldiers in front. The soldiers on the other side had guns, and now the commander of the regiment, Guo Songling, was in his own hands.
Behind them, they didn't care about accidentally injuring friendly troops. Seeing Han Baihang rushing over like a murderer, several people immediately pulled the bolt and loaded the gun, and were about to shoot at Han Baihang.
Han Baihang is a veteran with guns. At such a close distance, it takes two or three seconds to raise the rifle from the top of the chamber to shoot, which is enough.
He held the knife and sprinted with a lunge. The big knife in his hand drew a semicircular arc beside him, and he immediately slashed at the three or four soldiers at the front.
The enemy soldiers in front did not expect that Han Baihang would be so decisive, and they were shocked. At this moment, cold sweat had soaked their backs. Just as the bullets of several people were pushed up, Han Baihang's broadsword was already raised from the side.
, he will cut it along his waist.
Several people had no time to raise their guns and shoot. They almost relied on their years of experience on the battlefield. They instinctively fell to the left and escaped Han Baihang's fatal knife in an extremely critical situation. The one closest to Han Baihang's knife edge
In the process of falling, the soldier panicked and couldn't hold the rifle firmly. He almost lost it and threw it out. Han Baihang slashed the gun handle with a knife. The entire gun handle was completely cut into two parts and fell heavily.
On the ground.
The few soldiers who escaped the fatal blow broke out in cold sweat and collapsed on the ground. They no longer had the confidence or idea to attack Han Baihang.
In the midst of this electric light and flint, Han Baihang broke through the defenses of several soldiers and finally saw Guo Songling, who was protecting them behind them. On Guo Songling's arms and thighs, the donated blood had stained the uniform red, and there was also a small puddle on the ground.
I don't know if it was his or it was there originally. The moment the two of them looked at each other, there was no murderous aura like that of enemies meeting each other, but they looked at each other and smiled.
Guo Songling didn't know why he was like this. He just felt that it was not a shame to fall into Han Baihang's hands. He had fought in battles all his life and had never surrendered to anyone, but now, he didn't expect that he would feel sorry for this person.
A young man who is twenty years younger than me is actually so convinced.
He does his best to obey fate. The path he chooses is inherently full of thorns. It is good to succeed, but if he is destined not to succeed, then he can accept it. wavv
It would be false to say that Han Baihang didn't admire Guo Songling. How could someone who could train such an elite person in the Third Army have no real ability? What's more, if he hadn't risked huge risks to secretly come back from the Shandong battlefield to support him, I'm afraid that now
Guo Songling has the final say over Fengtian City.
The two looked at each other, and Han Baihang suddenly felt that he had mixed feelings. He felt a little regretful in his heart. It was a pity that the Republic of China had lost such an outstanding general who cared about the country. It was even more pity that the Sixth Son would also lose such a good mentor and friend.
But none of these grains could shake his determination.
The eight or nine soldiers beside him had taken this opportunity to raise their guns and quickly aimed at Han Baihang. However, because Han Baihang was too close, it was difficult to aim the gun, but there was only one of the seven or eight soldiers.
If hit, Han Baihang will definitely die.
The team of 100 people behind Han Baihang saw Han Baihang fighting alone and fell into a desperate situation. They were all anxious and wanted to rush up to help Han Baihang, but they were surrounded by endless enemies and fought with each other. They could not move even an inch and could only think in their hearts.
I was in a hurry, but there was nothing I could do.
Seeing that the enemy soldiers were about to shoot, Han Baihang had an idea at this time, lowered his body, and used a slide to slide the big knife in his hand from his right hand to his left hand at some point, while he himself was moving with his feet, moving his body across
He hit the muzzle of the soldier on the right and detoured behind those soldiers.
Han Baihang's position was just behind several soldiers on the other side. In this way, the soldier on the left wanted to shoot but was blocked by the soldiers in front of him, while the enemy on the right had to turn around and aim at him if he wanted to shoot. Han Baihang temporarily escaped.
One calamity.
The dozen or so soldiers didn't even see clearly how Han Baihang avoided this fatal shot under their noses. They only saw the figure in front of them shaking, and the target they were aiming at had disappeared. By the time they figured it out,
, Han Baihang had already hidden behind his comrades.
But it was too late to retract the gun at this time. Two or three soldiers had already pulled the trigger while raising the gun, but there was no way to stop it at this time. Only two or three gunshots were heard. Han Baihang
The soldier directly in front had several small blood-red holes in his chest. Bright red blood spurted out from the hole and sprayed on the face of one of the soldiers who fired. The soldier was immediately dyed red by the blood and froze in place.
Hell, he never planned to kill his teammates, and the look in his eyes was still so incredible.
Guo Songling was less than five meters away from him. Han Baihang could no longer care about what was happening in front of him. Taking advantage of this narrow escape, he raised the sword in his left hand and pointed it towards the lying body.
He left Guo Songling on the ground.
The distance of five meters was only a distance of three or two steps for a skilled general like Han Baihang. He trotted with an assist to avoid a soldier who was stabbing him head-on. He sent his right hand heavily on the back of the soldier's head.
Knock the soldier down.
The knife in his hand was just like that. With his strength and the weight of the knife, this sprint was enough to cut Guo Songling in half.
Time seems to freeze at this moment. Three meters, two meters, just in an instant.