Anti-War Game: Starting from Normandy Campaign
Chapter 122 - 106: Immersive [Republic of Lu Bu] Experience (4.2k)_2

Chapter 122: Chapter 106: Immersive [Republic of Lu Bu] Experience (4.2k)_2

The perspective suddenly shifts, and the smell of smoke mixed with blood rushes in.

Fang Hui realizes he can control his body now and turns to look around:

"One, two, three... seven."

Counting himself, there are a total of eight people. It seems they’re separated again.

Everyone is holding a large knife, Fang Hui has taken count, but before he can deploy tactics, a roar is heard:

"The little devils are charging, kill!!!!"

The shout had barely left his mouth when the surrounding soldiers leapt out from their positions.

They charge towards two enemy squads, just twenty or thirty meters away. Leading the charge is the tall man standing just next to Fang Hui and the others, over 1.9 meters tall.

The towering figure leaps forward, bringing an intimidating presence that even surprises Fang Hui and the others.

As the tall, robust man leaps out of position, with rapid strides, he quickly reaches a grim-looking enemy barely 1.6 meters tall, brandishing a bayonet.

The enemy snarls "Banzai!" raising his bayonet to stab at the tall robust man.

But the tall robust man is quicker, raising his arms and bringing his own bayonet down like an enraged warrior:

"Kill—!!!"

Thwack!

The bayonet pierces the enemy’s neck, with a twist, flinging the corpse away.

Facing two more charging enemies, the tall robust man reaches out with his large hand, grabbing the gunstock behind the bayonet they thrust.

With force, he swings it, smashing it into another enemy.

The two colliding enemies tumble to the ground, and the tall robust man raises his bayonet without hesitation.

Thwack! Thwack!

Meanwhile, three more enemies attack. The tall robust man doesn’t pause, pulling a bayonet from an enemy’s hand and tossing it into the distance.

Then, he strides into the enemy lines like a shooting star.

At this moment.

Above the battlefield.

Fang Hui and the others are blank-minded, completely unprepared for such fierce combat. On Blue Star, they’ve never seen such a scene. The hand-to-hand combat training wasn’t this wild.

The warrior who just approached Fang Hui speaks, his voice slightly trembling:

"Company Commander... is this close combat?"

"It doesn’t feel like it, does it?"

Fang Hui gathers his thoughts, looking at the large knife in his hand, and grits his teeth:

"If this isn’t close combat, what is it?"

"How did you train normally?"

"Everyone, pull yourselves together!"

"Charge!!!"

Then Fang Hui leads the charge, holding his large knife, while the other seven Great Xia Federation soldiers grit their teeth and follow.

But ordinarily they trained with daggers, and are unaccustomed to this large knife combat style, and under the sudden charge.

They don’t know how to act.

However....

The charging enemy squad has no intention of sparing them.

Besides the majority surrounding the distant Republic fighters, a squad has split away, charging at them.

Seeing these stiff movements.

The squad of enemies smirks even more, aiming their bayonets at vulnerable abdomens, stabbing directly.

A Great Xia Federation soldier can’t dodge in time, stabbed in the belly. The faces of other Great Xia Federation soldiers change dramatically, they haven’t reacted yet.

The enemy squad member sneers, raising the bayonet upwards, this Great Xia Federation soldier is directly gutted.

Blood splatters all over the enemy, but he doesn’t show any fear, roaring more excitedly.

In an instant.

All Great Xia Federation soldiers are consumed by anger, breaking through reason.

Fang Hui seems to understand why these Republic fighters call these less than 1.6-meter beings little devils. He charges forward, roaring:

"Kill them all!!!"

The other soldiers hurriedly follow; the enemy’s face is contorted:

"Baka!!!"

Brandishing their bayonets, they stab forward, with the squad members behind charging as well.

The Great Xia Federation soldiers, unfamiliar with the combat style, but with adrenaline pumping, take advantage of their larger builds, managing to cut down several enemies.

Still, some are hit by enemy bayonets, consecutively stabbed, mixed with grim sneers.

Even Fang Hui can’t help but feel disoriented.

Are these guys sure they’re not bio-soldiers? Why do they seem more menacing than the ghosts in horror movies?

Thwack!

A bayonet suddenly pierces through Fang Hui’s body from behind, emerging from his abdomen, while the enemy in front reveals a sinister smile.

Suddenly!

A thunderous roar exploded beside Fang Hui’s ear:

"Kill!!!!!"

The sound of a blade slicing through flesh came from behind.

Fang Hui could clearly see the face of the enemy soldier right in front of him turn into an expression of extreme fear.

A large hand reached out from the side of Fang Hui’s right ear.

The hand easily grasped the enemy soldier’s head, lifting him up effortlessly.

Swish!

A glint of silver flashed, and the enemy soldier was lifted off the ground, his abdomen pierced through.

"Are you okay?"

A deeply resonant voice, like a bell, came from behind, and Fang Hui was helped to sit down on the ground. Looking up, he saw a tall Republic soldier, who had charged out first, standing at over 1.9 meters.

Looking in the direction the man had come from, the ground was littered with bodies of enemy soldiers.

But now, he had two wounds on his body as well. With the battlefield situation critical, the tall man rushed back into the fray to support the Republic fighters.

Fang Hui clutched his abdomen and looked at the enemy’s corpse, fumbling to find a first aid kit, tearing open his shirt and pressing it with his hand.

He sighed in relief; it wasn’t a vital injury.

He then attempted to pull out the bayonet to bandage himself but tried several times without success.

In the end, he could only give up.

Looking at the tall soldier in the distance, armed with a bayonet, constantly challenging Fang Hui’s worldview.

White blade warfare...

Meanwhile, in other parts of the story.

At this moment, Shen Yan, Liu Feng, and others were not in a much better situation than Fang Hui.

In the [Xiajin Campaign] where Liu Feng was located.

Only two soldiers from the Great Xia Federation remained by Liu Feng’s side, with about a dozen enemy corpses on the ground. Watching as a bloodied enemy soldier approached with a bayonet and a sinister grin, Liu Feng cursed:

"Damn, the nicknames weren’t wrong."

"I was wondering why the previous parts had nicknames like ’foreign devils,’ ’American devils.’

"Turns out this is what we were up against."

"This is the root of it all."

A Federation soldier beside him, watching the approaching enemy soldiers, kept taking deep breaths:

"Battalion Commander, what do we do?"

Liu Feng swung his large knife, wiped the blood off his face:

"What do we do? We take them out!"

"This white blade warfare is much more thrilling than close combat...Kill!!!!!"

Liu Feng roared angrily, charging forward with his large knife, facing an enemy who snarled and lunged with a bayonet:

"Baka!!!"

The sound of flesh rent the air as Liu Feng’s hand tightly grasped the blade’s edge, raising his own large knife:

"I ’baka’ your mom?!?!"

Swish—

Blood splattered all over.

At this moment.

In Shen Yan’s part of the story.

The battle was nearing its end, and of the eight who had entered, only two were left.

The charge of two enemy platoons had been repelled, leaving behind numerous corpses, as Republic soldiers combed the battlefield, picking up enemy rifles.

Shen Yan, limping on one leg, was supported by a nearby Great Xia Federation soldier, watching the blood-soaked battlefield, never having imagined ’white blade warfare’ would be so intense.

Just sitting down, his shoulder was patted, a voice of praise echoing in his ear.

"Well done, your blade work was impressive."

"Cut down quite a number of enemies."

Shen Yan turned his head, a smile emerging on his face. The tall man before him was none other than the ’Republic’s Lu Bu,’ Shen Yan began to speak:

"Just lucky, my physique is slightly better than others."

Saying this, Shen Yan felt embarrassed; six of the Federation’s elite had died, showing that training was insufficient—real combat was needed.

The tall soldier praised:

"That was still quite impressive, from my view alone you took down seven or eight."

Shen Yan smiled wryly and nodded, then looked at the tall soldier carrying three rifles on his shoulder and glanced at the soldiers cleaning the battlefield, collecting guns and ammunition, couldn’t help but ask:

"Why not first deplete the enemy’s ammunition?"

But the tall soldier’s reply shook Shen Yan deeply.

"Because we...are out of ammunition."

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