"Ahh Lu Zitao was holding his Browning with a white face and rushing forward, when suddenly a scream came from the front, and a ghost soldier with a grunt in his mouth knocked a young man running in front of him to the ground, and the bayonet pierced his stomach. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The gun in the wounded young man's hand didn't know where it fell, and his hands tightly grasped the bayonet that had pierced into the stomach and did not let go, trying to pull it out, blood gurgling out of his mouth.

The devil soldier was bruised on his forehead, holding the bayonet and stabbing it down vigorously, seeing that the bayonet was sinking into the young belly one by one, Lu Zitao's legs trembled, and he was so frightened that he sat on the ground, forgetting that he still had a Browning in his hand.

"Help... Help me-" The young man before his death struggled to shout at Lu Zitao, who was sitting a few meters away, and with each shout, his open mouth had become blood-red, and his gurgling shouts became indistinct.

The devil soldier also looked up and saw Lu Zitao, who was sitting on the ground with Browning in his hand, and his white teeth were exposed, so frightened that Lu Zitao kicked the dirt with his legs and was about to shrink back.

"Yikes!" The devil soldier shouted, pulled the bayonet out of Qing Zhuang's stomach and brought out a stream of blood arrows, blood sprayed onto the devil's military uniform, and the devil soldier made up another knife, completely ending Qing Zhuang's life, and then rushed to Lu Zitao.

The devil soldier had a hideous face, full of blood, and pounced towards Lu Zitao, like a hideous monster, Lu Zitao screamed motherly, and he didn't care about the pistol, so he hurriedly stood up and was about to run back, what courage and hatred turned into a cloud of smoke at this moment, fear occupied the brain, and lingered.

The devil soldier jumped up and threw Lu Zitao to the ground, Lu Zitao fell to the ground hard, and then a person was pressed down on his body, and when he raised his eyes, he saw that it was the grinning ghost soldier.

The devil soldier eats well, his body is strong and strong, and his strength is also terrifying, Lu Zitao wants to struggle, but he, a young master who was once powerless, is the opponent of the devil, and he was soon pressed and unable to move.

The devil soldier's hands were like iron tongs and pinched Lu Zitao's throat and pinched down, Lu Zitao couldn't breathe, screaming that his face was red and his neck was thick, and his whole face turned purple, he struggled, his legs kicked hard, and he drew two mud grooves on the ground, and his eyes slowly became blurred.

Seeing that he was about to be strangled to death by the devil, Lu Zitao suddenly felt that his neck was loosened, and a stream of water was spilled all over his face, still hot.

"Fuck up! Lie down and wait to die! Before Lu Zitao, who was lying on the ground, could react to what was going on, the old king's shout came from his ears.

Lu Zitao opened his eyes and found that the ghost soldier who was pressing on his body had turned into a headless corpse, his head was gurgling and falling next to him, and his body was also sprinkled with blood.

Looking at Lu Zitao, who was lying down there, the old king scolded secretly that he didn't make a move, picked up the Browning and threw it over and kicked him twice: "If you can still breathe, get up and fight the devil!"

After finishing speaking, he carried his devil saber and went straight to the next devil soldier, and at this moment, dozens of people were fighting together, smoke and blood were piled up, and shouting and screaming continued.

Although the number of devil soldiers is small, they are in the elite, and it is not a problem to have one enemy and three enemies, on the other hand, on the old king's side, except for a few veterans who are barely supported, there are only a few left of the young and strong people who were killed and stabbed to death.

The old soldier monkey's weak body suffered a loss after all, and he was pressed under the ghost soldier and couldn't move, but fortunately, the old king gave the devil soldier a knife from behind and slashed it over.

But this devil is like crazy, and he is even more fierce when he is injured, just like those injured beasts, one person chases a few young people and runs, and the young people are scared to scream, and the old king's nose is almost crooked, and he scolds: "You have a burning stick in your hand!" Go back and fight! ”

The old king shouted and didn't notice that a devil rushed from behind, the bayonet stabbed into the body with a pop, he felt cold, and under the pain, he shook his hand and slashed over, one of the devil soldiers' calves was directly cut off, and he rolled on the ground and screamed miserably while holding the bloody half of the leg.

Lao Wang grinned with a headache, leaning against a corpse and panting, but the air was mixed with gunsmoke and the smell of blood, making his breathing feel extremely uncomfortable.

The wound was on his back, he touched it, his hands were covered with blood, he didn't know how deep the knife was, but he felt that he was getting weaker and weaker.

An injured devil found the old king's head and wanted to fish in troubled waters to solve him, the old king's head grabbed the saber and went to cut the devil's leg, although he cut the other party, but he was stabbed again.

He felt completely powerless at the moment, lying there watching the injured devil crawl to grab the gun that fell out, a bloody trail dragged out on the ground, he wanted to crawl over to solve the devil, but he was weak, and could only watch the devil get farther and farther away.

Although there were only more than a dozen devils, the old king and they fought very hard, this was a small-scale scuffle, but it made them feel thrilling.

Lao Wangtou was originally just a cooking squad leader of the Sichuan army, and he never thought that he would become the main force with a gun to fight with the devils, but now that the veteran is dead, he, the cooking squad leader, has become the main force and a veteran.

Lu Zitao was covered in blood, but it was not his, but the ghost soldier's, a wounded ghost soldier was still crawling towards him, he was still afraid, his hands trembled and he raised Browning, who was full of blood and sludge, and pulled the trigger with his eyes closed.

Bang bang bang - all eight bullets were used up in one go, and the devil soldier who crawled towards him had several more blood holes in his head, and lay there motionless.

When he opened his eyes and saw the bloody devil soldiers, listening to the roar not far away, the fear in Lu Zitao's heart suddenly disappeared a lot, Platoon Commander Wang was right, the devil is also fleshy and will die.

killed someone, Lu Zitao's courage also increased, grabbed the gun stained with dust and blood, and couldn't bear to smash the head of a young and strong devil soldier, smashed once, twice...... It wasn't until the devil stopped screaming that he realized that the butt of the gun in his hand had been shattered.

Lu Zitao looked around, the melee had ended, and more than a dozen devil soldiers had all been put to the ground at this moment, mixed with blood and mud and blurred, and the living people were all sitting on the ground panting like blood people.

"Platoon commander, platoon commander, are you alright?" The monkey was slashed in the face by the devil's bayonet, and a bloody wound turned out, and at this moment, he didn't care about the pain, and ran to the old king's head lying on the ground.

The old king was still holding the army he got from Yang Ling in his hand, covered in blood, already extremely weak, he waved his hand weakly: "It's okay, I was stabbed by the devil, and it hurts a little." In fact, he was stabbed in front of and behind him, and he was already numb, and he could still feel pain there.

Seeing that the old king could still speak, the monkey relieved himself and came to the female hygienists who were hiding not far away to rescue the wounded.

More than 20 young men and male hygienists died, and most of the living were all bruised with bruised noses and swollen faces, and two of the five veterans who came over with Lao Wangtou survived, but they fought to the death of thirteen devil soldiers, although it was tragic, it was also a victory.

"Pack up your things and run quickly, the company commander, they won't be able to drag on for long." The old king asked the monkey to lead the people to continue running northwest.

The monkey wanted to reach out and pull the old king's head up, but the old king's head hurriedly waved his hand: "You go first, I'll rest, the old bones are tired, and I will catch up later."

"Let's go together," the monkey didn't follow, and when he picked up the old king's head, he found that there was a large pool of blood on the ground, and when he checked his back, he was stabbed in a bloody hole, and the blood was almost gone.

"Platoon commander, why didn't you say it earlier if you were injured!" Seeing the hideous bloody hole, the monkey's eyes immediately turned red, and he hurriedly called the hygienist to come and bandage it.

"Monkey, monkey, listen to me," the old king grabbed the monkey's arm and said word by word: "I'm afraid I won't be able to leave, don't toss, you take this devil knife, follow Company Commander Yang to fight the devil well, remember, we can't be slaves even if Chinese we die......

Stroking the bloodstained devil saber, the tears of the old king's head came down the corner of his eyes, how many brothers of the Sichuan army died under such a knife, and he can be regarded as avenging the dead brothers today, thinking about it, he felt that he was getting weaker and weaker, fought all the way, ran all the way, and suddenly became very sleepy, especially wanted to sleep peacefully, and his consciousness became more and more blurred.

"Hygienist! Hygienist! The monkey's tears fell down like beads of thread, and he couldn't hear what the old king said, so he choked and shouted into the distance, but the old king in his arms had lost his breath before he finished speaking.

Lu Zitao and the others rushed over, seeing that the old Wang Tou, who was covered in blood, had no breath, Lu Zitao's throat was as uncomfortable as if he was stuck in a stone, and the old Wang Tou had just saved his life, but at this moment it had become a cold corpse.

There were also gunshots in the distance, it should be Yang Ling and they exchanged fire with the ghost soldiers who caught up, the monkey gently put the old king's head on the ground, stretched out his sleeve and wiped his red and swollen eyes and then stood up.

"Let's go, the devil is coming after you."