In the dim passage, the fighting almost never stopped for a moment.
As the ship's hull shook, Lu Feng couldn't remember exactly how many enemies he had killed and how many rounds he had changed the weapons in his hands.
Now, he was also using his bare hands, and like the crazy group of Japanese soldiers in front of him, he was fighting in a way that had no routine and only relied on instinct.
Numbly, relying only on instinct to punch and lift his legs again and again, one enemy fell down, and a new enemy rushed up.
Just like that, I don't know how much time passed. When Lu Feng punched out but found that it landed in the empty space, he finally had a different reaction.
After looking around, Lu Feng found that there was no longer a standing figure around him.
Enemies are not really endless after all.
"Poof"
When he could no longer see any attacking enemies in front of him, Lu Feng completely collapsed.
What followed was a huge feeling of fatigue. This feeling was so strong that Lu Feng felt as if his upper and lower eyelids were being glued together and could not be opened.
This can be regarded as Lu Feng's first time to go to sea on a boat in so many years. As a person with no experience in sea voyages, Lu Feng really can't adapt to the bumpy environment on the boat.
In addition to the extremely high temperature where he was hiding, and the noise coming from the engine room, his nerves were always in a very tense state.
If it weren't for the stand-in doll that strengthened his body, Lu Feng would have completely lost his fighting ability due to seasickness.
What followed was another series of close combats, which caused extremely serious damage to Lu Feng's body and spirit.
To be able to persist until now, Lu Feng really relies on his only remaining willpower.
"Beep beep beep"
The sound of the radio station in the equipment tray was like an alarm clock for waking up, lifting Lu Feng's spirit which was almost sinking completely.
"Just now, what did you mean? I didn't notice it."
Lu Feng shook his head, trying to wake himself up a little, but he felt that his eyes were really stuck with something, and he could only open them a little.
He struggled to stand up, and using the narrow opening of his eyes, he groped his way into an officers' lounge nearby.
When he came to the washstand, Lu Feng saw what he looked like in the mirror.
In the chaotic battle just now, the mask Lu Feng used to hide his face had long been taken off, so that his head and face were covered with scarlet blood and various dark brown bits and pieces.
His eyes were unable to be fully opened because they were stuck with dried blood.
After carefully washing away the things above his eyes and cleaning up the blood clots that almost blocked his nose, Lu Feng felt as if he was alive again.
Only then did Lu Feng have the time to take a closer look at his current appearance.
Except for his head, almost all of Lu Feng's body was covered with various pieces of flesh and blood at this time. Dark brown and scarlet traces covered Lu Feng's body layer after layer.
As for Lu Feng's clothes, they had long been torn into a pile of rags, with all kinds of messy things hanging on them, clinging to Lu Feng's body like tentacles of flesh and blood.
After he could breathe smoothly, the bloody smell mixed with engine oil in the passage was like a cannonball, constantly hitting Lu Feng's nerves.
"vomit"
After a long absence, Lu Feng once again had the stress reaction after killing someone.
The primitive and bloody battle just now kept popping up in his mind.
It made Lu Feng tremble all over.
The killing in the passage this time was bloody and cruel, and could not be compared to any previous battle.
The main reason here is the completely abnormal mental state of these Japanese soldiers.
The look of everyone being extremely crazy greatly affected Lu Feng's state of mind.
Lu Feng somewhat understands why there is a mental illness like PTSD. He feels that if he cannot adjust in time, he is afraid that he will fall into such a mental state before long.
"Beep beep beep"
The radio signal came again, and this time Lu Feng heard it clearly.
The responding ship has not found its own position and needs to send some more obvious signals on its own.
After Lu Feng received the reply, he pulled out a towel and started washing his body.
He had to adjust his mental state bit by bit.
After roughly cleaning up the things on his body that made him feel very uncomfortable whether it was tactile or visual, Lu Feng found a set of officer's clothes from the closet and put them on directly.
Then, he walked out of the lounge and once again stepped into the bloody hell-like passage outside.
In the dozens of meters long passage, there were corpses scattered all over the place, and blood almost dyed the entire passage red.
Inside, there were a large number of severely injured but not dead Japanese soldiers moaning and crying in pain.
Different from the clean and tidy battles in the previous battles, this time in the late stage of the channel fight, almost all instincts came into play.
This also resulted in many Japanese soldiers being seriously injured but not dying on the spot.
When the effects of the "Assault Tablet" wore off and they saw the horrific scene in front of them, these seriously injured Japanese soldiers fell into a state of mental collapse.
Various cries and begging for mercy could be heard endlessly, making the atmosphere in the passage even more terrifying.
Lu Feng wore clean clothes and walked through this hellish scroll-like environment with a calm face.
We walked all the way to the weapons depot.
He wanted to find something like a flare gun.
However, the various wailing sounds outside were like demonic sounds filling his ears, making Lu Feng's newly adjusted spirit become irritable again.
If he said he couldn't understand Japanese, maybe Lu Feng wouldn't have such a strong reaction to the wailing outside.
Just because he could understand what they were shouting, Lu Feng inevitably felt a sense of harm in his heart.
It's not that Lu Feng sympathized with the Japanese soldiers outside, but just as a human being's instinct and conscience.
After thinking about it, Lu Feng decided to give those people outside a happy time.
So, after finding the signal gun and flares, Lu Feng took out two more unique southern-style submachine guns.
Start loading their magazines.
After loading three magazines, Lu Feng walked out of the weapons warehouse with the flare gun and flares he found.
Pull the bolt, load the gun, and open the safety.
Lu Feng pointed his gun at a guy on the ground who was still moaning.
But he couldn't pull the trigger.
Lu Feng knew that these people were all invaders, and there was no great psychological burden in killing them.
But unlike the battle just now, his current behavior was an execution, and the target of the execution was a person who had no ability to resist and was constantly wailing in pain.
As a person who had just recovered from the edge of collapse, Lu Feng could not convince himself to do such a thing for a while.
Lu Feng closed his eyes and recalled the situation when he was in Dongya Tongwen Academy.
After taking a few deep breaths, Lu Feng recited a poem:
"Zhao Keman and Hu Ying, Wu Gou Shuangxue Ming."
"Bang, bang, bang"
"The silver saddle shines on the white horse, and it rustles like a shooting star."
"Bang bang bang"
"Kill one person in ten steps and leave no trace in a thousand miles."
The occasional jammed gunfire and the song "Xia Ke Xing" sung by Lu Feng rang out from the passage, becoming the last words of death heard by these Japanese soldiers.
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There’s another chapter to come.
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