Chapter 1397

Ding Ziqiang looks cold and tears in his heart, but Lakshman tears on his face and drops blood in his heart. He and Venus have one thing in common, that is, they cherish the soldiers. In order to reduce casualties, Venus changes all the profits made in business into materials and puts them into the cavalry camp. Lakshman carries the reputation of the tortoise brigade commander, All soldiers are ordered to take the tortoise shell of an arrow blocking vehicle.

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 became one of the most effective troops from the most marginal outside forces.

Now, these valuable soldiers are all dead in his hands, which makes him feel like a knife in his heart. Just like Ding Ziqiang thought, these soldiers are good. They fight as well as the main force. They try their best. Even if they don't fight D2, they can't blame them. He is the brigade commander. He can't get more heavy machine guns and more bazookas, We can't get them more bullets.

Therefore, every time he killed a deserter, his heart would open an extra hole. The pain of his heart made his face full of tears. When he put on the bullet clip and aimed at more than ten new soldiers, his eyes were covered with tears.

"Brigadier, Brigadier is me, I am chaolitai, second battalion commander chaolitai..., we can't fight, retreat, if we go down, we will die, zombies have broken through..."

Rakhin wiped the tears in his eyes with his sleeves and asked Chao Litai and the soldiers behind him with a weeping voice:

"In Helan gorge, 600 people of the left behind camp of the blood wolf brigade were killed and 500 wounded. Did they retreat? Didn't they think they would die if they didn't retreat? The first and second battalion commanders were killed, nine of the twelve company commanders were killed, and three of them were disabled. Have they not thought about withdrawing? "

The soldiers were speechless when Lakshman said something. They looked at Lakshman at Litai, tore off his uniform, revealed his wounded body, took out two grenades, yelled, turned and ran to the position.

More than a dozen soldiers threw away their rifles, tore off their clothes, took out their grenades, turned and rushed to the zombie. Looking at the officers and soldiers who were going back to die, lachson couldn't stand, fell on his knees and knocked his head heavily at them. He knew what they were going back to do. They were ready to let the zombie catch himself and detonate the grenade, which would hurt the Zombie's face and create opportunities for his comrades in arms, They use their lives to wash away the humiliation of deserters.

"Ah

Lakshman kneels on the ground with tears streaming down his face. His rifle in his hand shoots streamer into the night sky. The gun flame shines on his forehead, and the blood on his forehead flashes a different kind of demon red.

Zhang Xiaoqiang saw all this in his eyes. His heart was filled with half a catty of chili oil, and his hot heart seemed to be bursting with flames. He could not help but howl. The rhyme was long, which made the big dog with a toothy grin under his body sound the same.

"Ha

With a loud shout, the big dog and Zhang Xiaoqiang jumped down from the highest wall, and over a distance of more than 20 meters fell to the middle line of the battlefield. Under the light, the flashing yellow sickle blade flew out of Zhang Xiaoqiang's hand, spinning like a plate, skimming over the neck of a D2 and sawing off his head.

After sawing off D2's head, the rotating rat King blade flashed a strange arc, skimmed the neck of the second zombie, and then chiseled into the forehead of the third zombie.

Three D2 zombies rushed to the battlefield one after another. Black dog was carrying Zhang Xiaoqiang to the forefront of the battlefield. Just after arriving at the front line, there was still more than ten meters away from the rat King blade. The three D2 zombies had surrounded him. Zhang Xiaoqiang stretched out his hand to grasp the rat King blade. The three meter high body of D2 zombie in front of him suddenly split into two pieces, A flywheel flies from the top of the Zombie's head and falls into Zhang Xiaoqiang's hands.

The next moment, the rat King blade, which was used as a Frisbee, was thrown out again. In a straight line, twelve D2 were decapitated at the same time. The flying heads fell to the ground one after another, but the twelve headless D2 fell together.

For a moment, one of the front lines was empty, and before the soldiers could react, they saw sixteen D2 zombies lying in large areas of blood and limbs.

Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't stop and continued to rush forward. The rat King blade in his hand threw out again and killed a D2 zombie. At this moment, Zhang Xiaoqiang seemed to be possessed by a God, and the rat King blade seemed to have a long transparent thread in his hand, changing the angle again and again to cut off the heads of zombies.

This is Zhang Xiaoqiang's new ability. It seems to be very attractive, but Zhang Xiaoqiang has cursed it a thousand times in private. It seems that the ability of attractive has two functions: throwing things out, and then running to pick them up. If it's a little far away, it's better to think about it, but he can only pick them up within 15 meters. Isn't that a pit father? What's the difference between 15 meters and 1 meter?

The only consolation for Zhang Xiaoqiang is the angle. Although he can't completely control it like tiezhongyuan, it's no problem to let rat King blade do a few simple disguises. Of course, it can't be too complicated or too many times. In order to control it, Zhang Xiaoqiang's whole time in private is wasted on practice, which is what he took so long to do.Zhang Xiaoqiang is not satisfied with his ability, but the soldiers below are quite satisfied. Where Zhang Xiaoqiang passes, the zombies are swept away like ice and snow melting, three or five times back and forth, and those D2 who are engaged in demolition are basically invisible.

For a moment, cheers rang out from the dead positions. Just as soon as they rang out, the troops continued to shoot at the command of the officers. Zhang Xiaoqiang returned to the positions and did not stay much. He went back to the rear with the regrets of the soldiers. As soon as he arrived at the rear, Zhang Xiaoqiang called to Venus, who was standing at the door of the combat room with an anxious face:

"Let your two regiments and three regiments go up, Take down the soldiers in front of you and place the rest of you at the same time. "

After explaining Venus, Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't go down to the ground. He rode a black dog to the medical camp and yelled at the officer in charge of the camp

"Give me the box from the virus Institute..."

It took only ten minutes for Zhang Xiaoqiang to return to the position. On the position, the soldiers of the logistics regiment were cleaning up the battlefield, dragging away D2's body and the dead soldiers, while the wounded soldiers were sitting in the corner with empty eyes waiting to be executed.

In addition to about half of the wounded soldiers were injured by falls and sent to the rear for treatment, the rest were all scratches. Looking around, there were no less than 30 or 40 of them. These soldiers also knew that they had reached the end of their lives, no one wanted to die, and they didn't want to become zombies. They had to wait for their own people to make up a shot, so that they could still keep a whole corpse.

The fierce gunfire in front of them could not suppress the officers who stood in front of them and pulled the bolt. The officers loaded their rifles, looked at the soldiers on the ground indifferently, and waved their heads to let the soldiers go up to see them off.

Alcohol is not allowed in the barracks. The only exception is that when the wounded soldiers are about to be executed, they are not criminals. They are real heroes. Only when they are treated with liquor and throat burning can they deserve it.

Baijiu Baijiu is well prepared, especially the 75 degree of medical alcohol, temporary soldiers fear that the liquor is not strong enough, can not anesthetized their nerves, only hope that they can drink to death.

The white five liter plastic pot is full of alcohol, on the other hand, there are several same size wine bottles, and the open spout is pungent and wine. To the extent of alcohol, the smell and taste of Baijiu are long gone. The wounded soldiers do not care. No matter whether they will drink or not, they will hold up the pot and drink blindly, and five liters of alcohol will be enough for eight people. Five bottles to make everyone vomit.

Zhang Xiaoqiang went down to the ground when the soldiers were drinking. He didn't stop the wounded soldiers from drinking. Although there were 100 JS matrix in the box and only 39 wounded soldiers, every wounded soldier could not be saved. You know, this thing is only the most elementary, although it was purified by better equipment in the virus laboratory than in the gathering place, The maximum effect is expected to be only 15% to 18%.

Seeing off wine has been drunk, the officers shout orders, one by one wine pot is taken away, each wounded soldier is flushed, with a trace of calm, legs up, staggering sitting on the ground, waiting for the last moment, waiting for the officers to put the muzzle on his head