Before Grunov could aim at the wild boar and pull the trigger fiercely, he saw Liu Lang's wrong steps, his figure flashed, and he stabbed down fiercely with a military thorn in his backhand. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The swarthy triangular military thorn directly sank into the neck of the wild boar, judging from the military thorn sashimi left outside, it also pierced more than 20 centimeters.

This is not over, Liu Lang did not let the military thorn stay in the wild boar's body, but took advantage of the wild boar's forward momentum, and pulled out the military thorn when he went back.

Blood, like a fountain, spurted out of the boar's neck. The smell of blood fills the yard.

"Whoa~~~Whoa~~~" The boar's long and terrible howl did not sound until this time.

The soldiers flashed much faster than the poor doctor, it can be described as a bird and beast, these veterans all know that the injured beast is the most terrible, don't look at the wild boar by the fat group seat such a guy, blood spray Lao Gao, I'm afraid the danger is much more terrible than before.

I don't even know how to hide from danger, and I'm not qualified to stand here for a long time.

They flashed quickly, leaving only poor Dr. Grunov with a small face holding a small Browning pistol and pointing it at the super boar with blood-red eyes and a blood-colored fountain on his neck, and his legs couldn't help but tremble.

At this time, no one laughed at the doctor's timidity, and the domestic pig was knifed, and several young men couldn't hold it down, let alone this super wild boar comparable to a tiger bear.

"Bang" a gunshot, although Grunov was frightened, but the bravery of the Germans still made him pull the trigger, the caliber 9mm Browning 1911 pistol was huge, and a blood flower came out of the broad shoulder blades of the wild boar.

The wild boar continued to scream miserably, but it could no longer move forward, and fell heavily to the ground, its hooves flicking wildly, and it was not long before the movements became smaller and smaller, and the fierce light in the frightening pig's eyes dimmed.

"God, I actually killed it, God forbid." Grunov's left hand kept making a cross on his chest.

One shot can knock down such a fierce beast, which is definitely beyond the scope of the doctor's psychological acceptance, and he can only attribute the credit to God and his old man.

"Haha, Dr. Ge, good marksmanship! Much more powerful than the sir. Zhao Ergou smiled and teased Grunov, who was still drawing a cross.

Don't look at the ferocity of the wild boar just now, the officers ran faster than the rabbit, but no one was too worried about Grunov's safety. If seven or eight box cannons were pointed at the wild boar, and the wild boar could still injure the top scholar of the Independent Regiment, they would really have to go home and sell sweet potatoes.

What's more, the chief is still holding the sharp steel bar and not moving! The terrifying commander has a record of killing ten Japanese soldiers with his bare hands.

"God is with his people." Grunov replied with a purely official European language.

However, the posture in which he proudly inserted the pistol back into the holster at his waist still exposed the pride of a certain blonde man.

Conquering beasts of prey is also a way to show off your male hormones.

It's a pity that the attention of the top brass of the Independent Regiment is now on the wild boar.

"The power of the Browning pistol is not small! Look at this shot, the shoulder blades should be broken. ”

"The American goods are good, but unfortunately this gun is too expensive, and the German box gun is also good."

"Say so much, now we should hurry up and get rid of the pig hair."

"That's right, big head, hurry up, get ready for boiling water, and the brothers will have a good meal today."

"Yes, yes, stewed potatoes with fatty meat, that's called a fragrant, and it will be even more beautiful with some wine."

"It's a pity, if it weren't for the guy just now, sir, who wasted so much pig blood and made a pig blood vermicelli soup after drinking, I told you, it would be called a beauty."

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Except for Liang Wenzhong and Yu Xiancheng, who are a little old and focused, the officers have already gathered around the wild boar who is about to swallow his last breath, and you and I have discussed it word by word. The topic gradually deviated from marksmanship, and finally discussed when to marry a daughter-in-law again, and there will be no regrets in this life.

No one noticed that the face of a certain fat group was gradually darkening.

These bastards, it's been a long time since I've practiced them!

Yu Xiancheng didn't speak much, squatted beside the wild boar, carefully looked at the extremely hideous wound on the neck of the wild boar that was still blistering with blood, and the more he looked at it, the more dignified his face became.

After a long time, he exhaled heavily and said slowly: "Do you think that breaking the shoulder blade can make a wild boar weighing more than 300 catties out of breath?" ”

"Also? If you get a shot in the head, it's pretty much the same. Chi Dakui frowned and spoke.

"Isn't there the one that the chief gave it? I don't think it's bleeding to death. Zhao Ergou spoke without hesitation.

Theoretically, this is the most scientific.

Bleeding to death? As soon as these words came out, thinking of the blood column that spurted out of the neck of the wild boar as high as half a meter before, everyone's faces changed.

If it is a knife that hits the artery, it is normal to bleed a lot, but in any case, the artery will not grow to the back of the pig's neck. The only explanation is that the wild boar is bleeding nonstop, and it is actually caused by the military thorn.

They are all professional soldiers, and it is self-evident what this represents, which means that the terrible military thorn stabbing people will also cause the same consequences.

On the battlefield, what is most afraid of is not being killed by a gun, nor being killed by artillery, what is most afraid is that the blood does not stop flowing and dying slowly, the fear of gradually approaching death, which no one can not fear.

And the wedge-shaped wound on the wild boar tells everyone that this kind of wound is almost impossible to bandage, even if it is bandaged in time, according to the speed of the wild boar's bleeding just now, it will not take a few minutes to have no blood to flow.

If there is no blood, the person will naturally be finished.

What a terrifying blade, at this moment, everyone looked at the eyes of the black bladeless thorn in Liu Lang's hand, and they all trembled a little.

This steel spike without a blade has no other purpose, and its only function is to kill.

Luckily, this thing is my own.

There is no doubt that there can be a pork feast, and the triangular military spur that has verified its strength has undoubtedly become an independent regimental bayonet.

And the stabbing training of all new veterans of the independent regiment also officially began from this moment.

According to Liu Lang's plan, all recruits and veterans of the Independent Regiment, no matter what kind of training they are doing, must spare an hour or so every day to practice stabbing skills, and those who fail to meet the stabbing skills after three months will be reduced by 3 yuan in military salaries, and the third-level commanders of the squad platoon company will be reduced by 5 yuan each.

In Liu Lang's view, stabbing is even more important than shooting, and the feeling of killing people at close range and killing the enemy with a shot from a distance is completely different.

The Japanese army can use the spurs to show the bravery of the so-called Imperial Japanese Army, and the independent regiment can also use the triangular army thorns to tell them that the invaders who shed blood are no different from the boars that can only howl miserably.

PS: The reason why Fengyue spent a lot of money on the military stab was because he remembered the battle of the stone pai, and at the same time, he also had an extremely crazy idea. If the military industry of the Republic were to take back 20 years ago, what kind of splendor would it be to have the blood of the Japanese invaders flowing on the military thorns? This thought is irrepressible, Fengyue really doesn't think about hydrology, please understand Fengyue and be grateful.