Xiao Yi charged forward, his weapon blazing with furious flames, carving a bloody path for the warriors behind him. Like a valiant lion, Xiao Yi fearlessly charged into the enemy's fire. His posture was swift and steady, each step brimming with resolve. He gripped his weapon tightly, the heavy weapon akin to an extension of his life. With a pull of the trigger, flames erupted from the muzzle, and a volley of bullets, like a swarm of angry bees, whizzed towards the enemy. Xiao Yi's eyes were cold and focused. He aimed precisely at the enemy's firing point, each shot laced with the determination to kill. Bullets struck the enemy fortifications, sending sparks flying. The enemy's screams echoed in his ears, but this did nothing to slow his pace. Under his fierce assault, the enemy's defenses began to break. The once arrogant firing points fell silent one after another, creating a rare opportunity for the warriors behind him. Xiao Yi's body was stained with dust and blood, but he was oblivious. His figure weaved through the smoke, his weapon unwavering, constantly harvesting the lives of his enemies. His roars intertwined with the crackle of gunfire, creating a chilling force. The soldiers behind him followed closely on the bloody path he had blazed, their morale soaring, their cries of killing growing louder. Xiao Yi was like a sharp knife, piercing the enemy's heart, tearing a gap of hope into this difficult battle.

Finally breaking through the enemy's first line of defense, the two sides engaged in close combat. Xiao Yi and his warriors, like a surging tide, broke through the enemy's firepower blockade and instantly engaged the enemy in close combat. The atmosphere on the battlefield suddenly became more tense and brutal. Xiao Yi took a quick step forward, brandishing his sharp blade, his eyes filled with determination. The enemy, not to be outdone, rushed him head-on. For a moment, the flash of swords and sabers clashed, and the sound of metal clashing resounded through the air. The roars and gasps of the warriors on both sides mingled, each fighting with all their might. Some warriors hugged the enemy tightly, punching their heads with their fists; others kneed the enemy in the abdomen, trying to subdue them. Xiao Yi dodged a fierce blow and, with a backhand, slashed the enemy's throat with his blade, spurting blood. Without a pause, he turned and threw himself into another battle. An enemy attacked Xiao Yi from behind. Xiao Yi was quick to notice and turned around to kick the enemy to the ground. He then stabbed him with a knife, ending his life. The battlefield was in chaos, with people intertwining with each other, punching, kicking, and fighting. Every moment, someone was injured and fell, but both sides were so bloodthirsty that no one retreated. There was only a desperate fight. The sweat and blood of the soldiers mixed together and dripped onto the ground under their feet. But their fighting spirit became higher and higher. For the sake of victory and survival, they risked their lives and fought bravely in this brutal close combat.

Xiao Yi brandished the long sword in his hand, each swing carrying a determination to kill. Xiao Yi gripped the hilt of the long sword tightly with both hands, the hilt seeming to merge with his palms. The muscles in his arms were tense, veins bulging, and strength was continuously channeled into the blade. He suddenly raised the long sword high, the blade gleaming with an icy cold light in the sunlight. Then, he shouted loudly and swung it down with all his might, a swing that broke through the wind, as if it could tear the air apart. The long sword drew an arc, carrying Xiao Yi's anger and determination to kill. His eyes were firm and fierce, staring at the enemy in front of him, that look seemed to penetrate the enemy's soul. With each swing, Xiao Yi used all his strength, his body turning slightly with the movement, his steps flexibly adjusting position to ensure that each blow could exert maximum power. Wherever the long sword went, the wind whistled, and the enemy was all terrified. Sometimes, the long sword would directly chop at the enemy's head, instantly splattering blood; sometimes, it would cut off the enemy's weapon, leaving the enemy without the ability to resist. Xiao Yi's breathing became rapid, but his movements did not slow down at all. The wielding long sword seemed to have become a part of his life, carrying his courage and determination. On this bloody battlefield, he harvested the lives of the enemy and defended their dignity and honor.

Blood stained his clothes, yet he seemed tireless, raging through the enemy horde like a raging lion. Xiao Yi's clothes were soaked in blood, the crimson color spreading endlessly, making it impossible to tell whether it was the enemy's or his own. Yet, he remained unfazed, fighting frantically. His eyes burned with endless fury, and every breath was a heavy roar. His movements were swift and powerful, as if he possessed endless strength. Xiao Yi's footsteps were like the wind, weaving through the enemy horde with ease. His fists were like hammers, each blow shattering bones and tendons; his long legs were like whips, sweeping foes to the ground. His roar echoed throughout the battlefield, striking terror into the hearts of his enemies. Like a raging lion, he attacked the enemies around him recklessly. Whenever an enemy approached, he pounced without hesitation, slashing with his long sword or sending them flying with his body. His body was covered in wounds and blood flowed continuously, but this did not diminish his offensive power. Wherever Xiao Yi went, the enemies gave way, yet they could not escape his pursuit. He charged left and right among the enemy, leaving a trail of devastation and only the enemy's screams and fear in his wake. He knew no pain, no fatigue, and only one belief in his heart: to completely defeat the enemy, for victory, for his comrades, and for everything behind him.

The battle intensified, and Xiao Yi's comrades fell one after another. Xiao Yi's ears were filled with cries of pain and groans of despair, each one like a sharp blade piercing his heart. He watched helplessly as those comrades who had fought alongside him, like brothers, fell one after another in a pool of blood under the ferocious enemy attack. A young soldier, his face just as vibrant as ever, was instantly struck by an enemy bullet. Blood flowed from his forehead, his eyes filled with resentment, but he collapsed helplessly. Another battle-hardened veteran, besieged by several enemies in close combat, fought with all his might, but was ultimately pierced through the chest by an enemy blade and fell heavily to the ground. And the comrade who always smiled, bringing warmth and hope to everyone, was blown away by an enemy shell, his body drawing a tragic arc in the air before slamming heavily to the ground, motionless. Xiao Yi tried to rescue and protect them, but the enemy's attacks came like a tide, leaving him unable to split his attention. Every time a comrade fell, his heart felt like it was being yanked, anger and grief intertwined and burned in his heart. His throat roared low with anger, his eyes bloodshot, but he still couldn't stop this cruel reality. Those figures who once laughed and fought together now disappeared one by one before his eyes, leaving only cold corpses and endless sorrow.

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