Ding Ziqiang has a cold appearance and tears in his heart, but Lakshin has tears in his face and blood in his heart. He and Jin Xing have one thing in common, that is, they love soldiers. All the parts were exchanged for supplies and thrown on the cavalry battalion. Lakshin, carrying the reputation of the brigade commander of the turtle, ordered all soldiers to wear turtle shells like arrow shields when they went out to battle.
Every soldier is his good brother, his nephew, and the capital of the blood wolf brigade. For these soldiers, he almost broke his heart, and led from the most marginal outside force to the main force, becoming the most powerful army. One of the combat troops.
Now, these precious soldiers are dying in his hands one by one, which makes him feel like a knife is piercing his heart. Just as Ding Ziqiang thought, these soldiers are all good. They fought no worse than the main force. Well, even if they lose to d2, they can't blame them. If they want to blame, they can only blame him, the brigade commander. He can't get more heavy machine guns, can't get more rocket launchers, and can't get them more bullets.
Therefore, every time he killed a deserter, his heart would open an opening. The pain caused him to burst into tears. When he changed the magazine and aimed at the dozen or so soldiers who had just run over, the tears were already blurred. his eyes.
"Brigade Commander, I am the Brigadier Commander, I am Chao Litai, the Second Battalion Commander Chao Litai, we can't go on fighting, let's retreat, we will die if we go on, the zombies have already broken through"
Lakshin wiped the tears from his eyes with his sleeves, and asked Chao Litai and the soldiers behind him with a crying sound:
"Helan Canyon, 600 people left behind in the Blood Wolf Brigade died in battle and 500 were injured. Did they retreat? Did they ever think that they would die if they didn't retreat? The battalion commander and deputy battalion commander died in battle, and nine of the twelve company commanders died in battle. One, three disabled, didn't they think about retreating?"
Lakshin's words left the soldiers speechless. They stared at Litai at Lakshin, tore off his military uniform to reveal his wounded body, took out two grenades, shouted, turned and ran to the position.
More than a dozen soldiers threw away their rifles, tore off their clothes, took out grenades, turned around and rushed towards the zombies. Looking at the officers and soldiers who went back to die, Laksheng couldn't stand up, knelt down on the ground, and kowtowed heavily to them. He knew What are they doing when they go back? They are going to let the zombie catch them and detonate the grenade, which will injure the zombie's face to create a chance for their comrades. They are using their lives to wash away the humiliation of deserters on their bodies.
"ah!!!"
Kneeling on the ground, Lakshin burst into tears, the rifle in his hand sprayed streams of light into the night sky, and the gun flame shone on the winding blood on his forehead, flashing a strange red
All this was seen by Zhang Xiaoqiang, his heart seemed to be filled with half a catty of chili oil, and his burning heart seemed to burst into flames. He couldn't help but howl loudly, the rhyme was so long that the big dog grinning in pain was also Sound fit.
"ha!!!"
With a loud shout, the big dog carried Zhang Xiaoqiang and jumped from the highest wall, over a distance of more than 20 meters and fell towards the center line of the battlefield. Pass a d2's neck and saw off its head.
After sawing off d2's head, the rotating mouse king blade changed its shape in a strange way, flashed a strange arc, passed the neck of the second zombie, and then gouged into the forehead of the third zombie.
Three d2 zombies pounced one after another, and the black dog carried Zhang Xiaoqiang to the forefront of the battlefield at this time. He had just arrived at the front line, and was still more than ten meters away from the Mouse King Blade. The three d2 zombies had already surrounded him, Zhang Xiaoqiang Stretching out his hand to grab Shuwang Renxu, the three-meter-tall body of the d2 zombie standing in front of him suddenly split open, and the zombie split into two leaves.
The next moment, the Mouse King Blade, which was used as a Frisbee, was thrown out again, and twelve d2s in a straight line were decapitated at the same time. The flying heads fell to the ground one after another, but the twelve headless d2s fell together.
For a moment, the front line was completely empty, and before the soldiers could react, they saw sixteen d2 zombies lying in a criss-cross pattern among the blood and stumps.
Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't stop, and continued to rush forward. The Mouse King Blade in his hand was thrown out again, beheading the d2 zombies that appeared one after another. At this moment, Zhang Xiaoqiang seemed to be possessed by a god, and the Mouse King Blade was like a long transparent line Holding it in his hand, he changed the angle again and again to chop off the heads of zombies one by one.
This is Zhang Xiaoqiang's long-awaited new ability. It looks very cool, but Zhang Xiaoqiang cursed it a thousand times in private. The seemingly cool ability actually has two functions, throwing things out, and then running to pick them up Come back, if the distance is farther, it would be better to think about it, but he can only pick it up within fifteen meters, isn't this cheating? What is the difference between fifteen meters and one meter?
The only thing that can make Zhang XiaoThe strong consolation is the angle problem. Although it can't be completely controlled like Tie Zhongyuan, it is no problem to let the Shu King Blade do a few simple disguises. Of course, it can't be too complicated, and it can't be too many times. All the time was wasted on practice, which is why it took him so long to take it out.
Zhang Xiaoqiang was dissatisfied with his ability, but the soldiers below were quite satisfied. Wherever Zhang Xiaoqiang passed by, the zombies were swept away like melting ice and snow. They went back and forth three or five times, and those d2 who were doing demolition were basically invisible. .
All of a sudden, the cheers from the battlefield filled with corpses rang out, but just after the sound, the troops continued to shoot under the command of the officer. Zhang Xiaoqiang returned to the position without stopping, and returned to the rear amidst the regretful sounds of the soldiers. As soon as he arrived, Zhang Xiaoqiang shouted to the anxious Jin Xing standing at the door of the war room:
"Let your second and third regiments go up, remove the soldiers in front, and arrange the remaining soldiers at the same time"
After explaining to Jin Xing, Zhang Xiaoqiang did not get off the ground, but ran to the medical camp on a black dog, and shouted at the officer in charge of the camp:
"Give me the box from the Virus Research Institute"
Back and forth, Zhang Xiaoqiang only took ten minutes to return to the position. On the position, the soldiers of the supply regiment were cleaning up the battlefield, dragging away the body of d2 and the dead soldiers, while the wounded soldiers were sitting in the corner with empty eyes waiting to be executed.
Except for about half of the injured soldiers who were injured from falls, they were sent to the rear for treatment, and the rest were scratches. Looking around, there were no less than thirty or forty soldiers. These soldiers also knew that they had reached the end of their lives, and no one wanted to die. , They don't want to become zombies, they can only wait for their own people to give them a shot, so that they can leave a whole body.
The violent gunfire in front of them could not suppress the officers who stood in front of them and pulled the bolts. The officers loaded their rifles, looked at the soldiers on the ground indifferently, and waved their heads to let the soldiers around them go up to see the wounded soldiers off.
Alcohol is not allowed in the barracks. The only exception is when wounded soldiers are about to be executed. These wounded soldiers are not criminals, but real heroes. Heroes can only be treated with strong alcohol.
Baijiu has been prepared long ago, specially prepared 75% medical alcohol. The soldiers before the temporary fear that the baijiu is not strong enough to anesthetize their nerves, and only hope that they can die drunk.
The white five-liter plastic jug is filled with alcohol. On one side, there are several wine jugs of the same size as spares. The open spout emits a pungent smell of alcohol. When it reaches the level of alcohol, the smell of liquor has long since disappeared. The wounded soldiers didn't care about the taste and taste, no matter whether they would drink or not, they picked up the jug and drank it in one go. Five liters of alcohol was only enough for eight people to drink, and five jugs made everyone vomit.
Zhang Xiaoqiang went down to the ground while the soldiers were drinking, and he did not stop the wounded soldiers from drinking. Although there were 100 js substrates in the box and only 39 wounded soldiers, it was impossible to save every wounded soldier. You know, this thing is only the most elementary. Although it has been purified by far better equipment in the virus laboratory than in the gathering place, the maximum effect is expected to be only 15 to 18%.
The farewell wine has been drunk, the officers shouted orders, and the flagons were taken away one by one. Every wounded soldier was flushed with a trace of calm, with his legs crossed, and sat unsteadily on the ground, waiting for the last moment. Waiting for the officer to put a gun to his head. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com