Checking all the equipment and bringing all the spoils of war, Cong Jun gave the order for all the party members to gather in the Novice Village.
The 40-man team was like a single person. After spending more than ten years together, they had already worked together seamlessly. They could easily understand each other's subconscious actions. The trust between them had reached the point where they could entrust their backs to each other.
Now, with Cong Jun's order, all the members had to bring their luggage. Those who were naked and had no clothes left first. They had to reach the novice village as soon as possible and find a place to keep warm.
A dozen naked men sprinting in the snow and ice. There was probably no place like this.
As soon as they left the fortress, they noticed a team in the distance. Seven or eight horses were dragging a long flatbed cart. The cart was filled with supplies and was escorted by two Japanese soldiers.
When they saw a group of naked people running out of the bunker, they laughed as if they had seen something. They dragged the coachman in front of them to watch the show.
As expected, watching a show was the favorite thing for people all over the world.
Cong Jun quickly discovered these people in the bunker. It was not because of anything else, but because the destination of these two Japanese was his bunker. In the white snow, supplies and rest were very important. Obviously, his bunker should be their supply point.
The team members who ran out first were not in the mood to pay attention to them. They had to wait for 24 hours to resurrect, which cost 500 yuan.
The tiger pounced and the wolf ran, heading straight for the novice village.
Home was still the best. The few of them had already begun to consider whether they should use the money from the card to buy a set of clothes.
The Japanese people laughed out loud. They stood at the entrance of the bunker and were not on guard against it.
Cong Jun, who was in the bunker, called out to the members beside him.
"Who knows how to shoot? Come here, let's kill these two Japanese first.”
Needless to say, the three members were all soldiers who had been discharged from the army. Their marksmanship was not bad in the past, but now they were holding old guns in their hands. The model could not be distinguished, and they were aiming at the two Japanese outside.
Cong Jun's gun was the best, and it was also the old and tattered one. He aimed it at the Japanese.
An order was given.
Bang bang bang! Continuous gunshots rang out across the plains. One of the Japanese was shot in the head, while the other was shot in the stomach.
After being shot, he quickly lay down.
Unfortunately, he was too close to the bunker. Cong Jun and the others fired at him randomly, causing him to roll back and forth. He was shot in the leg again.
However, he was already hiding behind the carriage. As long as the horse left, it would be able to bring him along.
The soldiers in the bunker must not let them go.
"Let's go out and kill him." An order was given.
His subordinates rushed out of the fortress.
"Bang!"
There was a cloud of smoke behind the carriage.
The members beside Cong Jun fell to the ground and disappeared into white light.
It was the Japanese soldier. After he hid, he quickly got ready for battle. He equipped the bayonet on his 38-head gun and aimed and fired in one go. He was obviously an elite. Even Cong Jun was on guard. He had led countless soldiers in the army, but almost none of them could do this.
Even if Mount Tai collapsed in front of him, he would not change his expression. After being ambushed, he would immediately find cover and quickly counterattack.
Such mental fortitude definitely surpassed the vast majority of modern people.
Only now did he know why the old general wanted to train the soldiers. Only those who had truly been on the battlefield could achieve military accomplishments. No one could teach them.
"Kill! I'll pay for the resurrection!" With Cong Jun's order, they could only risk their lives.
As long as he could kill him, it would not be a loss. It was just the money for resurrection. It was nothing to him, who had received military funding.
More than twenty people carried all kinds of weapons and charged forward. They did not move, did not use any tactics to dodge, and were the ones who were not afraid of death. In any case, their leader would reimburse them.
"Bang, bang, bang, bang." The Japanese soldier's shooting skills were very accurate. In his hurry, he did not want to directly headshot him.
Every time he hit his opponent's body, the exact location was around the heart. No matter how many times he hit, he could not be accurate. The pain on his body greatly reduced his marksmanship.
After a few shots, they had already closed in. The deputy leader of the party, Caesar, was the first to reach him with a furnace hook.
"Take this!" A furnace of hooks directly hit the head of the Japanese soldier.
"Stabbing!" At the same time, the other party's bayonet arrived and stabbed into his heart. Then, he pulled out his saber.
"Hiss!" This was the first time Caesar knew how painful it was to be stabbed. His face distorted and he turned into a white light.
The ghost was obviously stunned.
"Bang!" A big pot was pressed against his head, and he completely lost his vision.
When he lost his vision, death was inevitable. The seven or eight people who rushed up smashed the weapons in their hands at him.
There wasn't a single fatal blow. The result of the group beating was that there was no good place on his body. Both his legs and hands were broken, and the aluminum soup pot on his head was deformed. He couldn't take it off even if he wanted to.
Finally, it was finally over.
This was the first time Cong Jun knew how terrifying it was to fight against real professional soldiers on the battlefield.
He had also fought drugs and drug dealers, but compared to the well-trained Japanese soldiers, the monkeys of South Vietnam were like pigs waiting to be slaughtered.
He turned around and looked at his remaining brothers.
Eleven died, and almost everyone else was injured.
As for the enemy? There was only one Japanese soldier. The other horse grooms had already run away in fear.
Those who had seen blood and experienced the battlefield were indeed different.
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