Rise from eight hundred.

The torches held in the hands of the Japanese infantrymen who had completely entered death mode fell down!
However, before it fell to the ground, it was quietly caught by a palm, and then stuffed into the already weak hand.

Marionettes have no right to refuse!
Then, heavy footsteps sounded.

Of course it will be heavy, because that is the footsteps caused by the weight of two people, not because of the Japanese military-style cowhide boots studded with iron nails.

Mingxin has a tall body, but he is not really tall. He is only 1.7 meters tall, but he is half a head taller than the Japanese soldier in front of him. Even if the Japanese soldier wears a helmet, he cannot completely block Mingxin behind him, so , he can only stand in the air!

The two feet are a full five or six centimeters from the ground, which is much more awesome than the zombies in Chinese legends who can only walk by jumping.

All of this is based on the jaw-dropping strength of Mingxin. He actually pinched the Japanese soldier's cervical spine with one hand, and his strong arm supported the hundreds of catties of corpses hanging several centimeters in the air. Only in this way can he completely cover the Mingxin behind him.

Under such a line of sight, you don't need to block it for a long time, perhaps only a second is enough.

The Japanese second-class soldier who had dropped the cigarette to the ground because he didn't connect it properly had just found the cigarette by the light of the torch. When he looked up, he saw a veteran walking towards him one meter away.

However, in the dim light of the fire, not only the body looked extremely weird, but also the complexion.

He even saw a black thing on the veteran's forehead, and a strange liquid was flowing down.

Is that a head bump there?
"Shenmu Jun" the Japanese second-class soldier instinctively wanted to remind the veteran.

Then, he saw the veteran rush towards him.

What are you trying to do?Before he had time to think about the reason, out of respect for the veterans, the second class soldier's first thought was to open his arms.

It's not to welcome good friends, but, as a recruit, he can't let the senior stumble like this!The strict hierarchy concept of the Japanese army made the recruits make the most correct choice.

A strong stench mixed with the smell of blood rushed into his nostrils!
Then he died.

At that very frightening moment, the military thorns suddenly drawn from the skulls of the Japanese infantrymen's corpses pierced into his big mouth that was about to shout loudly like lightning.

The cold military stab knocked off his front teeth, smashed the uvula that hadn't had time to tremble and made a sound, and then passed through the gums, penetrated the brain, and passed through the back of the head.

His body suddenly went limp, and he supported him and the cold corpse in his arms with both hands, and gently placed the two Japanese soldiers, the dead and the dead, in a dark corner of the wall, so that they could continue to be intimate Hug, then, pull out the army thorn, wipe it clean on the Japanese soldier's shit-yellow uniform, and leave.

The smell of blood is too strong, it may stimulate the olfactory cells of the next victim.

Although this was only Ming Xin's first assassination attempt, it was obvious that the little Taoist with a strong psychological quality was better than most people in this world.

Not only is the shot fierce, but also extremely calm!
The brainwashing education of the Taoist temple that guards China for thousands of years is really excellent, and such a strong soldier may never appear again.

The soldiers of the Four Elements Regiment should be very grateful that they can meet such a comrade-in-arms, but the Japanese, I am afraid, belong to that kind of unfortunate unlucky children.

But this is completely self-inflicted. If you want to be a robber, you have the consciousness that you will be killed at any time!

The Japanese second-class soldier whose brain nerves are not completely dead is like a fish that has been pierced by a willow leaf through the gills and is not completely dead. The feet of the cowhide boots were twitching, and there were some muffled "poofing" sounds with the ground.

Obviously, this little noise was not enough to attract the attention of the two Japanese soldiers who were disturbed by the decaying smell from the incense candles and broken wooden boxes in the house.

Of course, the cries of the Chinese civilians not far away and the ferocious roar of the Japanese army had long covered up this insignificant noise.

In the courtyard, the two Japanese soldiers who heard the movement in the room looked at each other and approached the door of the house with the joy of capturing the prey.

"Chinese pig, come out quickly!" The Japanese soldier kicked open the door and shouted loudly.

He had already heard the sound of breathing inside the door, very tense, but not rough, it should be a Chinese woman, and his rich life experience has even allowed him to recognize the gender of the Chinese in the room.

He can fully understand the nervousness of the Chinese woman, and perhaps she will resist.

Of course, in the eyes of the Japanese senior soldiers, this prey would still cry with those, but it became humble and helpless at the moment when the shining bayonet approached, and then left like driving pigs and sheep.

This is the humble Chinese, who are afraid of death and are destined to usher in more deaths.

In the Chinese city, the Japanese upper class soldier who has always been at the top of the biological chain did not even raise his rifle, but put the rifle behind his back, holding a torch like this and preparing to enter the house to catch his prey.

However, even rabbits can bite people when they are in a hurry.

What's more, this rabbit has already ground its fangs for half a month just for this moment.

At the moment when the torch was stretched in, the 16-year-old girl jumped out of the darkness like a nimble deer, jaw-droppingly fast.

Perhaps, not only fast, but also resolute.

The kitchen knife that had been tightly held in his hand stabbed forward with all his strength, leaving no room for it.

This knife used at least 70.00% of the girl's strength.

Under such a tense and fearful mood, the girl can burst out more than half of her strength without being stiff and dull. She is already much stronger than 90.00% of the people in this world, whether they are men or women.

Even many recruits who had just entered the battlefield were not as good as her.

The big girl who has lost everything has no reservations. Ever since her father died and was fooled by a hero she imagined, she told herself that this thief is already rotten, and she is going to go up to the thief and said.

Alive, she no longer needs it, she wishes to die, and die with a Japanese soldier!

So, Thief God seems to have heard the Chinese girl's wish this time, and made her wish come true!

Driven by a force of at least forty catties, the sharpened tip of the knife effortlessly pierced through the Japanese military uniform, the fragile subcutaneous fat, the large intestine, and the viscera until the wide kitchen knife blade was cut down along the ribs. Stuck, this just stops moving on.

The Japanese senior soldier was stunned, looking at the kitchen knife that was nearly halfway into his lower abdomen, he was stunned!
The pain was not particularly painful. In the extreme panic, the rapidly secreted adrenaline acted as an analgesic.

He just feels cold!

It's not the coldness carried by the blade itself deep into the belly!

Rather, the kind of coldness that penetrates into the bone marrow that is about to usher in death!

The incomparably rich battlefield experience crazily reminded him that his intestines were broken, his liver was cut open, he was finished, he was destined to die!
After staring blankly at the blade for nearly ten seconds, the Japanese first class soldier took his gaze away from the half-cut kitchen knife that was about to take his life, and looked at the attacker.

It was a Chinese with a gray head and face. His short hair made it hard to tell whether he was a man or a woman, but he could still feel that it was a woman.

There were no less than ten Chinese who died by his gun and knife, but the Japanese upper class never thought that one day he would die by a Chinese woman's knife, which is really too shameful.

The big girl who stabbed out with all her strength was also stunned, she didn't expect that she would hit the little devil with one knife.

Really, so easy.

It turns out that killing the Japanese is so simple!

Extreme astonishment and great joy were intertwined, forming a huge shock, causing Da Ya to forget the next step, stir the handle of the knife, and use the width of the blade to smash all the internal organs of the Japanese devil together.

Then, the Japanese first class soldier with a feeling of coldness and great shame uttered a shocking roar: "Baga."

It's really not a good habit to always like to use a traditional line at any time. The Chinese can still use the word "dog day", but the Japanese keep repeating those two words over and over again.

Da Ya who was awakened instinctively twisted the handle of the knife, completing the 'tactical' action that she had repeated hundreds of times in her mind.

The human belly, which has no other protection except for the protection of the fat layer, has no resistance in front of the sharp blade.

The sharply secreted adrenaline finally couldn't stop the pain nerves from frantically sending the signal to the brain, and the severe pain almost took out all the strength of the Japanese first class soldier.

In the eyes of despair, the Japanese corpsman knelt on the ground with a 'plop', spitting out blood, and the powerlessness of receding like a tide told him that he should no longer be able to stand up with his own strength.

Perhaps, in a few minutes, he will fall into the cold abyss of death!

The second-class soldier who "could die" behind him was also unbelievable. When he saw the senior soldier kneeling like this, he realized that his senior was stabbed like a pig by a humble Chinese. .

The stabbing should be at the vital point, otherwise, he wouldn't kneel at the feet of the Chinese attacker in such a humiliating manner!
"Baga! He's dead." The frightened second-class soldier roared angrily while raising the rifle in his hand, pointing the muzzle at the fearless Da Ya.

Da Ya has already pulled out the kitchen knife, and plans to use this kitchen knife that has already killed a Japanese soldier, and throw it out, one knife for one gun, it is very cost-effective!
It can only be said that Da Ya's combat awareness at this time is actually catching up with those veterans. No matter whether he can achieve the goal of "one knife for one gun", his momentum is definitely worthy of the Japanese second-class soldiers.

At least at that moment, the second-class soldier who was "seeking death" showed panic on his face. This is a situation he rarely encountered, and the person holding the knife was actually holding the gun for nothing.

This also caused his body to froze slightly, and the hand that pulled the trigger was 0.5 seconds late!
What's worse, when the sound of "dong dong" footsteps sounded behind him, he also made a mistake that all recruits love to make.

The heavy footsteps startled the Japanese second-class soldiers to turn around suddenly.

The reason why he made a mistake is because he didn't evade to find a safe position at the fastest speed and then identify the enemy and friend.

If it was the Japanese first class soldier who had already knelt down, he wouldn't turn his head back like him.

It's a pity that the Japanese veteran has been beaten to his knees by a Chinese woman with a hatchet.He won't even have this chance. From this point of view, his performance on the battlefield is not even as good as that of a second-class soldier.

Therefore, the breathing of the second-class Japanese soldier who made a mistake almost stopped, and a fist oncoming completely occupied all his sight.

Such a fast fist, such a hard fist!
The last thought of the second-class soldier who "courts death" stopped here.

Ming Xin, who rushed over from five meters away, didn't make any fancy moves, just a very simple straight punch, the protruding knuckles were like a sledgehammer, and it hit the face of the second-class Japanese soldier forcefully, making a toothache sound Not to mention the sound of bones breaking, and even smashed his front teeth flying several meters away.

Some things really don't need to be big, hard enough is the truth!

The big and hard ones really depend on luck. It is estimated that Tang Tuanzuo's pair of iron fists can fall into this category.

With just one punch, the Japanese second-class soldier was completely incapacitated.

No one can perform any tricks at the moment when the bridge of the nose is broken and the front teeth are knocked out, tears, blood and saliva are splashing, and at the same time, it seems that there are tens of thousands of bees in the brain.

The brain responsible for directing the whole body has wisdom that is incomprehensible to humans. If it feels cold, it will immediately mobilize blood to gather on the body surface to increase the temperature of the human skin. Why is there a reason for body fever in the later stage.

Being hit hard by a fist like a hammer like this, the brain will react immediately, enter a coma state, and use deep sleep to repair the trauma.

It's a pity that the nightmare of the Japanese second-class soldier who staggered back and forth and had basically entered a coma state was not over yet. Before he could slip down when he hit the wall, an iron knee hit his crotch.

The howling of pain was blocked by a slender white hand, and the hands covering his mouth with one hand and holding the back of his head with the other made a sudden mistake, and the head of the second-class Japanese soldier drooped softly. With the last mistake, he was completely annihilated. All his life was lost.

No matter how smart the brain is, it can only accept the fact that it is going to die at this time, and command the neuron cells of the human body to return to silence.

But all of this happened in just two seconds. Right in front of the stunned Da Ya, a Japanese soldier with a gun was shot to death with his bare hands, without the power to resist.

Like a little chick.

"You're fine!" Ming Xin glanced at the Japanese soldier who was kneeling on the ground and was still spitting blood and bubbles. He raised his foot and stomped it suddenly, like trampling a bug to death. The neck bone was smashed into a comminuted fracture, and the mouth grinned slightly: "Okay, it's dead! Your knife, don't keep pointing at me!"

Under the dim light, Da Ya, who is located in a darker room, can basically see Ming Xin's appearance, handsome and delicate in appearance.

But she will never associate delicateness with the murderous god in front of her. There is only one question in her mind:
This man is probably not a butcher!
This is Da Ya's second impression of Ming Xin.

The ferocity of the killing style is not important, what is important is the attitude of killing the Japanese invaders, even for a dying devil, he is merciless, just like trampling a small insect to death.

"I avenged my father!" Da Ya's body softened and she sat on the ground.

Ming Xin frowned slightly, why is this guy so sissy?It seemed that he was brave enough to recruit a good soldier for the regiment, but now it seems that he was overthinking.

"Drag these two devils into the house and hide them, and then hide in the next door. No Chinese will come to shout that everything is safe, so don't come out. I will move the two devils at the gate of the courtyard first." Ming Xin He was planning to leave immediately, but seeing his fellow clan sobbing softly in front of him, his heart was still not completely cooled after all.

If another group of devils find the body, the guy who is still here will not survive, but he can't stay here forever, he just killed a group of four people, at least a few more groups to kill.

"No, can I go kill devils with you?" The big girl raised her head with a serious face.

She didn't know who this man was, but he was Chinese and very strong, killing devils was like mowing grass, and that was enough.

"I'm on a combat mission. You are too weak to help me now. Before that, you still have to hide first. Come and find me when our army captures Licheng at dawn." Under the night, Ming Xin frowned. Wrinkled slightly, he opened his mouth full of nonsense.

Originally, monks did not tell lies, but Tang Tuanzuo said it well, this is an extraordinary period, and everything is for victory!
The four-element group doesn't need weak slags!
"Hey, don't go! It's dawn, how can I find you?" Da Ya looked at Ming Xin who was about to turn around and leave, and she couldn't help but shouted softly after a few steps.

"My name is Shen Laoliu!" Ming Xin didn't even think about throwing out a name.

Still exercising in the west city, okay? Shen Laoliu, who was sweating profusely from running, whispered to Lu Zhongda who was also sweating profusely: "Old Lu, why do I feel a bad wind?"

Lu Zhongda: "It means that you have killed fewer devils, and the ghosts miss you!"

"Bah, I almost believed what I said!" Shen Laoliu tightened his clothes tightly. "Ma De, this place in Licheng is evil!"

When a short-haired girl was looking for Shen Laoliu everywhere after dawn, the bewildered Shen Laoliu found out that he was so fucking right.

The things he didn't do were all blamed on him. If Heizi and Lu Zhongda didn't prove it, he wouldn't even be able to explain it clearly.

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