under fire

The little girl was not at all surprised that Zhang Xiaodao left the team privately.

Assassins are easy to get ahead, and there are not many people who have the courage to fight against a large number of devils alone.

After receiving the rifle brought back by the big dog, I was really worried.

Heroes are forbidden by martial arts.

Warlords have been fighting in the Central Plains for many years.

Zhang Xiaodao joined the guerrillas, and he still has personal heroism in his bones.

The idea is very simple, as long as you can kill devils, even if you become a hero after 18 years, it will not be in vain for the ability you have learned since childhood.

He pulled the sorghum leaf clothes casually and inserted them into the devil's military uniform.

When the person lay down on the ground, it turned into a messy pile of sorghum leaves.

The devils who were attacked by the machine gun were very annoyed, and a team quickly dispersed into the sparse green gauze tent on the east side of the road, looking for the sorghum pole that was interrupted by the machine gun ballistic just now, while shooting and searching.

There was the sound of friction between military uniforms and green gauze tents, and the devil's stragglers who were searching northward took every step firmly.

Shuttled in the green gauze tent since he was a child, Zhang Xiaodao listened carefully to the footsteps of the enemy.

The cat bent its waist to avoid the occasional bullets whizzing by, and was ready to go around behind the searching devil.

The hot wind in midsummer shakes the green gauze curtain, and the sun spots formed by the branches and leaves on the ground sway.

Zhang Xiaodao never liked to act with a large group of people.

Ever since his brother who was the same as himself was sacrificed by the devil when he was young, he has become very withdrawn.

The Eighth Route Army pays attention to camaraderie, and as a stabbing head, he keeps making mistakes. Captain Pei asked him to participate in the study, largely hoping that the comrades of the secret service company would put some pressure on him, and let him understand that there is still a mountain.

Zhang Xiaodao is not a talkative person, the well-informed Liu Yuanqing saw his personal ability clearly at a glance.

Proper reconnaissance commando Miaozi, and anyone who can use throwing knives can almost become a sharpshooter.

A large number of devils came to search, and Zhang Xiaodao liked to hear the sound of those clothes rubbing against the sorghum leaves.

Carefully distinguish the soft sound of friction from time to time, which represents the location of the devil.

The approximate distribution of the devils appeared in his mind, and a terrifying smile began to appear on his face.

He had killed a lot of devils before, and he knew very well that the ability of a well-trained devil's individual soldiers is only in training and shooting skills.

In terms of hand-to-hand combat, the devil's strength is actually not strong.

In his opinion, a devil who is one head shorter than himself is extremely weak.

Devils fight with bayonets in groups of three, emphasizing tactics, and in the green gauze tent, it depends entirely on individual ability.

Those who are stunned are afraid of being violent, and those who are violent are afraid of dying. The devil's strength lies in their cooperation with each other and their ruthlessness that is not afraid of death.

He is most sure that the flying knife is within ten meters.

Attacking within ten steps, no one can escape his throwing knife attack.

It's just that the devils are too dense. If there is an accident in the attack at this time, the devils can use their precise shooting skills. If they fail to succeed in one blow and are targeted by the devils, it is probably difficult to escape.

Zhang Xiaodao was very happy to avoid the devil's skirmish line from the side.

He removed all the sorghum leaves on his body, and a devil soldier appeared in the green gauze tent in a wretched manner.

Under the sun, the devils attacked and searched so quickly in the green gauze tent that the second lieutenant who led the team completely ignored the unknown dangers that existed in the green gauze.

You can't have too many scruples on the battlefield, what you need is the determination to move forward bravely.

Swinging a knife to cut off the sorghum stems in front of him, the devils who were scouting ahead had found the location where the light machine guns attacked.

The heat on the bullet casings on the ground did not seem to have completely dissipated.

Looking up at the back of the devil who continued to search along the footprints, a chill suddenly appeared in his heart, his arms were suddenly bent in front of his chest and abdomen, and he fell to the ground, yelling in a broken voice: "Hidden."

This roar was truly heart-piercing.

Da da da.
The devils are proud of their strong bodies, which cannot stop the roaring warheads.

He sneaked into the military uniform viciously, tore the flesh, broke his arm, smashed into his chest, penetrated his abdomen, and occasionally a bullet with a big puff of blood came out from his wretched back.

The second lieutenant's hiss didn't help, perhaps, he gave the opponent the order to shoot.

The devils either fell on their backs in the green gauze tent full of mottled light, or escaped the raging ballistic trajectory by chance, and fell down suddenly in the gap of the ballistic trajectory.

They all made a dull sound, as if a mountain had fallen.

Searching in the unknown and dangerous green gauze tent, the devils were already very nervous.

The moment the gun rang, the battlefield habits developed over the years of fighting made the devils breathe a sigh of relief.

Lying on the ground, the devil quickly raised his gun, judged the position of the machine gun team by feeling, and fired accordingly.

The trajectory of the counterattack caused more sorghum poles to be sent flying.

Within the ravages of machine-gun ballistics, any attempt to confront an enemy head-on seemed foolish.

Devils know this truth.

They have to buy a little time for the three machine gun teams accompanying the team to set up a counterattack.

The devil observers did not call the enemy to attack indiscriminately, nor did they shout to fight back casually.

Quickly determine the source of the ballistic through the interrupted sorghum stems and leaves: "Two o'clock direction, a distance of [-] meters."

Hearing the yell of observation, the devils quickly turned their guns, adjusted their height and fired fiercely at an unknown position ahead.

The invincible second lieutenant was careless.

In his opinion, there were a large number of imperial troops behind him, so he didn't strengthen the guard on his back after entering the green gauze tent.

Zhang Xiaodao was now behind the devil's right wing, and he drew two flying knives in his hand.

With an unnatural cat, he slowly approached the devil in front of him.

The front was attacked again, and the stems and leaves were flying all over the sky in the green gauze tent.

There seemed to be a sweet scent of sorghum stalks in the air.

A poop-yellow figure rose up, and a pitch-black bayonet did not reflect a single ray of light in the sunlight.

Like a black horse, it slashed wantonly from behind to the neck of the battlefield guard post of the trailing trio.

Hearing the sound of the military uniform rubbing against the green gauze curtain behind him, the devil at the back quickly turned his head vigilantly.

The fierce bayonet immediately pierced his neck horizontally.

He blocked the "enemy attack" he was about to call out.

As a warning, the rifle in his hand was not loaded.

The cold sting made the devil's tense thigh nerves twitch.

The bayonet that looked like a poisonous snake was pulled out from the neck, and then stabbed at the guarded devils on the flanks of the small team of three.

The leader of the trio, the first class soldier, was about to turn around and ask questions when he heard the movement behind him.

However, he found that his companion had fallen to the ground, and subconsciously raised his gun, ready to deflect the black bayonet that was stabbing him.

The third devil at the guard post quickly pulled the bolt of the gun and loaded it.

When he turned his gun, it was a pity that it was a little too late.

Zhang Xiaodao, who was holding the bayonet with his right hand, quickly threw a flying knife with his left hand.

boom.
The devil with the flying knife in his eye socket subconsciously pulled the trigger.

The devil's final consciousness still hasn't been figured out. The young man behind is wearing the uniform of the imperial army. He is obviously one of his own, but he is doing something to his own people?

Fierce bayonets, skilled killing techniques, devils are very familiar with all these!

I was originally a ninjutsu enthusiast.

I finally understood that what I met this time was a martial arts master even more advanced than ninjutsu.