"System prompt: Congratulations to the host, merit +1, experience +1."

"System prompt: Congratulations to the host, merit +10, experience +10."

"System prompt: Congratulations to the host, merit +20, experience +20."

"System prompt ......"

“……”

Although the system prompt sound that increased the merit value and experience value kept ringing in his mind, the smile on Yang Chen's face was only bright for a moment, and it quickly froze.

Because he was shocked to find that just now he was only listening to the system prompt of the increase in merit points, and completely ignored the system prompt of drinking 20 bottles of high-grade luck potion.

When I reacted and went to check again, the Miao knife in my hand turned out to be a lucky value of +2.

Yang Chen even suspected that his eyes were dazzled, and he rubbed it vigorously, and finally made sure that he was not mistaken, and it was indeed a lucky value of +2.

"I'm Nima! Luck +2? What's so special.,Lao Tzu started to be obviously lucky +3, okay? Why did you lose 1 point of luck now? ”

Yang Chen's mood at this moment is like a husky, not to mention how sour.

What is called the lack of people's hearts and swallowing elephants, this is probably it.

"No way!"

Yang Chen was unwilling to fail, and gritted his teeth and exchanged 20 bottles of high-grade luck potions from the system mall.

Soon, a series of system prompts sounded in my head again.

"System prompt: invalid ......"

"System prompt: invalid ......"

"System Prompt: Your weapon is cursed......"

"System prompt ......"

Yang Chen didn't have time to listen to the system prompt, and now he only cared about the final result until the last system prompt ended.

He looked at it and saw a +3 luck rating.

"It's fine!"

Yang Chen finally let out a sigh of relief.

"I'm Nima! Isn't that right? It's obviously a lucky +3 from the beginning, okay? Lao Tzu wasted 4,000 merit points in vain, how can he be as happy as winning the lottery? ”

"The little devil of the dog, grandpa is here!"

Finally, Yang Chen rushed to the 358 position, swept his gaze downward, and soon killed the battlefield under the mountain.

At this moment, the enemy and the enemy have been completely intertwined, and it is very appropriate to describe it as you have me and I have you.

White-knuckle warfare may not be as powerful as the use of hot weapons, but its fierceness is only a few points worse than that of hot weapon engagements.

Many soldiers of the 358th Regiment have been stained red with blood, and they don't know if the blood is from the little devils, or their own, or both.

White-knuckle warfare sharpens a soldier's courage and will more than hot weapon warfare, and the thrill of stabbing the steel knife in his hand into the enemy's body is almost impossible to experience without experiencing it personally.

It is no exaggeration to say that as long as a warrior can survive a white-knuckle battle, then even if he is a soldier, after such a baptism of blood and death, he will become a veteran of a hundred battles.

Provided, of course, that he is not frightened by this war.

What really determines the victory or defeat of a war is not only the quality of weapons and the number of troops, but also the morale of the soldiers.

Especially in white-knuckle combat, morale is particularly important.

The reason why Japan encourages soldiers to fight with white knives is not only because of Japan's small land area and extreme lack of materials, but also because it is also to temper the courage and courage of the soldiers.

After the baptism of war, the devil officers and soldiers have long been accustomed to such scenes, so when they are fighting with white knives, there will be no stage fright at all.

However, the country. This is not the case with the military, in addition to their lack of systematic military training, they have not gone through the real baptism of war, and they may be experts in bullying and bullying the common people.

And once they encounter the warlike little devils, they will be beaten back to their original form at once, not only are their physical fitness inferior to the little devil officers and soldiers, but their morale is even more 108,000 miles different from the little devil officers and soldiers.

Even a lot of times, three or five countries. Officers and soldiers tied together are not the opponents of a little devil, so that the country. The defeat of the army is not only reasonable.

However, today is a special case, because Chu Yunfei's 358th Regiment is far from an ordinary country. The army can be compared.

The 358 Regiment is not only the trump card unit under Yan Laoxi, almost all of its officers and soldiers are veterans of a hundred battles, and they have also undergone strict military training, coupled with the bonus of strong pills, the combat effectiveness shown at this moment is not comparable to the officers and soldiers of the little devils, and they even have the upper hand with one enemy and two enemies.

If it weren't for the fact that the little devil's strength was much larger than that of the 358th Regiment, and there were only 500 officers and soldiers who had eaten the strong pill, it would have been impossible for the little devil to be beaten to the ground.

But that's it, the little devils are also in a situation of being passively beaten.

In the past, when fighting with the Chinese army, even if the number was far inferior to the other party, they could easily win, but today they are obviously more than 358 regiments, but they are still at a disadvantage, this contrast makes the little devils extremely uncomfortable, and it also greatly stimulates their competitive mentality.

The most terrifying part of the little devils is here, they never know what fear is, and they will not surrender easily, and even in the entire anti-Japanese battlefield, there are not many little devils who put down their weapons and surrender, even if they run out of ammunition and food, they more choose to commit suicide by disembowelment.

Surrender seems to be an extremely humiliating thing for little devils......

Yang Chen's left hand luck value +2 dog-legged saber, right hand luck value +3 Miao knife, almost rushed from the 358 regiment position to the battlefield at a speed of 100 meters.

"System prompt: Congratulations to the host, kill an enemy officer and soldier, and burst out a box of canned beef; Merit +3, XP +3. ”

"System prompt: Congratulations to the host, kill an enemy officer and soldier, and burst a lucky +1 92-style pistol, a box of bullets; Merit +2, XP +2. ”

"System prompt: Congratulations to the host, kill an enemy officer and soldier, and explode a box of cupola cannons; Merit +3, XP +3. ”

……

Yang Chen relied on the physical fitness of the top-level special forces to rush left and right, and there was no devil officer and soldier who was his enemy.

In less than a minute, seven or eight little devils fell under his double blades.

And at this moment, a devil second lieutenant seemed to find him, and rushed towards him with a saber in his hand.

Yang Chen glanced at his eyes and found that the saber in the hand of this little devil second lieutenant was still dripping blood, which showed that the soldiers of the 358th Regiment had either died tragically in his hands or were seriously injured in his hands just now, and he was immediately furious.

With a flip of his wrist, he rushed towards the devil second lieutenant with a luck value of +3 Miao knife in his hand.

"Poof!"

At a glance, the devil lieutenant hadn't even reacted, only felt a red light flash in front of him, and then felt a pain in his neck, and his body fell to the ground like a deflated ball.

"System prompt: Congratulations to the host, kill an enemy second lieutenant officer, and reveal a junior mystery gift package; Merit +30, XP +30. ”

……