The War of Resistance: the Start Was Full of Dead People, Leading the Remaining Soldiers to Kill Them Like Crazy

"Company Commander, there are only a few of us left, do you still want to defend?" "Shou. There are ordinary people behind us. If we retreat, what will they do?" 1937, Songhu. Special Forces Soldier Wang Lin Feng opened his eyes among the dead. There was a penetrating wound on his left leg, and an empty chamber made in Hanyang was in his hand. Three bayonets were approaching from three meters away. The moment the tip of the knife fell, he moved. Grabbing the gun, rolling, and firing three rounds - the three enemies fell, and he stood up with the gun in hand. No system, no plug-ins. All he had was infantry tactics that were half a century ahead of this era, and a roster stained with the blood of brothers. With a barrel of waste engine oil and hundreds of iron nails, he ambushed a squadron on a mountain road; cut through the barbed wire fence with one shot, and CQB rushed in to take out the machine gun team; in coordination with the tired enemy, night attacks, and infantry and artillery, he gnawed down the elite Japanese soldiers one by one. After every battle, he only did two things: cross out a few names on the roster, and then report a series of cold seizures - a hundred guns, 20,000 rounds of bullets, and two grenades. The team started from seven people and rolled into a group. He used millet and a rifle to snatch back the Japanese aircraft and cannons inch by inch. "Everyone in this book has fallen asleep. But as long as the book is still there, their souls will not be broken." When the roster filled with hundreds of thousands of names is closed, he will let the world know what the name of the establishment we destroyed is.