Insufficient balance

  That old soldier finally stopped moving, no matter what he is a hero. The life and death duel between him and me, the victory was just because I had one more pistol! On the battlefield, there is often only a thin line between life and death.

  The jungle has now thoroughly turned into a hell on earth, with Chinese shock troops and three companies of enemy soldiers mixed together in this domain, the sweeping fire of submachine guns, the angry roars during bayonet clashes, the explosions of hand grenades, and the miserable cries of wounded soldiers all blended together to form a real and cruel battlefield!

  Taking a deep breath, the thick smoke filled with a sweet and bloody smell, I love it! I twisted open the wine bottle and took a big gulp, in the midst of the scorching heat and pain, I charged into this most chaotic battlefield.

  "Get out of my way, or die!"

  I was yelling at the top of my lungs, carrying a submachine gun and recklessly charging through the jungle, without distinguishing between friend or foe. The soldiers in the jungle were hiding behind trees, staring foolishly at me, this sudden madman who seemed to be looking for death. My submachine gun was continuously roaring with anger, and one by one, Indian soldiers fell behind me - some shot dead, some stabbed to death, some shot dead with my pistol, and some beaten to death with the butt of my rifle.

  No one can be faster than me, no one can be more ruthless than me. My front and back, left and right, all seem to have grown eyes, rolling, shooting, falling, stabbing, blocking, various military movements are being squeezed together by me. The Indian soldiers looked at me in disbelief as I fell down and got up again and again in the rain of bullets, I was like an indestructible nightmare, slowly approaching them. Behind me, more and more Chinese soldiers gathered, we started to sweep the right wing of the battlefield with overwhelming firepower, until finally I simply threw away my assault rifle which had run out of bullets and broken bayonet, holding a military sword and leading the charge in large strides.

  I brandished my sword and roared: "Kill! Kill!!! Kill!!!!!! Let these Indian bastards know what kind of storm will bring when the hidden dragon is enraged!!!!! If you still ask yourselves if you are the descendants of the dragon, then show your most crazy and bloodthirsty side, let this group of cowards forever remember our military spirit, remember those who offend me...

  "Kill!!!"

  Dozens of stormtroopers gathered behind me simultaneously let out a loud roar, with a layer of blood color in their eyes.

  "We are tigers, we are dragons, the most insane nightmare on the battlefield! We're not a bunch of cowards who need to gather together for safety!" I pointed at the forest in front of me and shouted wildly: "Charge in and kill every single one of them, no prisoners, no mercy! Unleash all your pent-up madness and discontent on the battlefield!

  My girlfriend ran off with a rich guy, I was bullied by some small-time hooligans when I was in school, as a new recruit in the army I had to be bullied by veteran soldiers, every day I had to wash a big tub of dirty and smelly socks. The officer is a damn idiot, always thinking about how to torment us to satisfy his perverted desires. Let all this anger erupt on the battlefield!

  Here, killing people is not a crime, it's your merit, it's the most direct proof of your loyalty to the country! Even in normal society, killing one person is a sin, killing a hundred people makes you a hero, and slaughtering 900 million people makes you the greatest hero of all! Tell me, what should we do?!"

  "Kill! Kill!! Kill!!!!"

  A shocking killing aura suddenly burst forth from the right flank of the battlefield, as dozens of soldiers, completely disregarding the fact that they were on a battlefield, simultaneously raised their submachine guns and wildly fired into the air. A frenzied atmosphere of "kill or be killed" erupted among these dozen-odd people, and at the moment it reached boiling point, I slashed forward with my combat knife, wildly shouting: "Then use your own weapons to vent your bloodlust, prove your military spirit!"

  "Kill!!!"

  Dozens of people dispersed in a radial shape around me, I stood in the middle holding a military knife and singing loudly: The night light is cold, the blade is chilly.

  With a heroic spirit, he rides forth with his whip in hand, before the wine's effects have worn off, his sword's aura rises, and with a splash of blue blood, he creates a masterpiece on the red wall.

  Traversing the world to right all wrongs, sweeping away all evil spirits from human society.

  Dazed and drifting, I gaze sideways at the bright moon, and I begin to sing a lofty song into the wind.

  Since ancient times, heroes have had unusual ambitions, they wildly grasped the nine states and the mulberry fields under the moon, wanting to transform into a dragon's spirit and write the Spring and Autumn Annals!

  Standing on the hillside overlooking the entire battlefield, Major Fang Xiang let out an incredulous low sigh: "My god, what kind of soldier is this? He's simply a born-to-kill leader, pure and simple. Anyone following him will become a complete madman."

  A lieutenant beside Fang Xiang said in a low voice, "It's best to go crazy. Only madmen can create miracles of war. If we can't end the battle within twelve minutes, we'll be bombed. In normal circumstances, it's almost impossible for hundreds of soldiers to end the melee within twelve minutes."

  The battlefield has finally undergone a qualitative change, dozens of soldiers who were brainwashed by me have taken themselves as the backbone and started the most brutal massacre with two to three soldiers. Yes, although Indian soldiers are holding weapons, although this is still an ongoing battle, it has become a one-sided massacre. Because too many grassroots commanders have been lost, and the assault team that lost its most basic cohesion force finally reunited again.

  "Rolling up the nine states' vast mulberry fields under the moon, wanting to transform into a dragon's spirit and write the annals of spring and autumn!"

  The tragic cries were heard all over the battlefield, followed by the deafening explosion of several hand grenades at the same time. Those soldiers who had already gone mad rushed into the enemy's bunker with serious injuries and perished together.

  I held up my battle knife and let my tears burst out, I shouted wildly: "Brothers, you go all the way!"

  The Indian army was finally terrified, and no troops dared to confront the Shura Corps, which was composed of brave and crazy killers. Some timid soldiers dropped their weapons and fled desperately, and as the explosions continued to sound, the Indian army finally collapsed completely. They threw away all the heavy objects on their bodies and ran wildly with their long legs, taking cover in the woods. The Chinese assault troops chased after them with bloodshot eyes, killing indiscriminately.

  I took a deep breath and shouted at the top of my lungs: "Halt, do not pursue! Everyone return to the mountain slope immediately and gather around Captain Fang Xiang. Those who disobey orders will be killed without mercy!"

  The sound waves I roared out spread layer by layer in the jungle, and the Chinese assault team soldiers who had already killed their eyes red suddenly stopped their whole body, swept out the last row of bullets against the enemy who ran faster than rabbits, and then quickly retreated to gather.

  "Huh?" Captain Fang Xiang exclaimed in surprise: "A crazy warrior like him not only has super strong combat and commanding abilities, but also can remain calm and analytical in this situation, making the most beneficial judgment for our side?"

  Captain nodded: "It only took seven minutes, in a slightly inferior situation, we almost annihilated three of their regiments, and we lost less than fifty men. He should be the kind of soldier who can create miracles."

  Forty to fifty soldiers with bloodshot eyes gathered around me, almost all of them were wounded. The most serious one had his left arm completely shattered by a bullet and was gritting his teeth as the medic injected him with morphine.

  Fang Xiang looked at me deeply again, then glanced at the dozens of soldiers standing beside me with lingering killing intent, and said loudly: "In this battle, I lost another platoon leader. According to wartime regulations, I have the right to directly appoint officers below two levels. From this moment on until you die in battle, Fu Yinxue, you are the new platoon leader! The soldiers beside you will all be under your command!"

  Another promotion, this time I truly understood the principle of "one man's achievement is built on the bones of ten thousand". The problem lies in whether this road to success paved with blood and dry bones should be paved with the bodies of enemies or those of my loyal soldiers who believe in me.

  I stood up straight and gave a stern military salute to Captain Fang Xiang, then turned around and shouted: "Long Sun Ting, Yang Qing, Bai Rui Qi, Yang Hong, step forward!"

  These four people indeed did not die in this melee, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief and shouted: "I need four squad leaders, from this moment on until you fall, you are my squad leaders!"

  "Yes!"

  Four men stood at attention, saluting me with military courtesy. I gazed steadily at the more than forty soldiers who had become my subordinates and said in a deep voice: "Since you have all become my subordinates, then hand over your lives to me. You are not allowed to slack off or disobey orders. Otherwise, I will personally shoot you."

  More than 40 soldiers remained silent, each just clenching the guns in their hands. If it were those who had really experienced the battlefield, they would understand that this was a kind of heavy killing intent after having a desperate determination to die.