super zombie

Chapter 52 The Wrath of the Egghead

"oh oh"

Pigskin still nodded and said yes again and again.At this time, a devil rushed towards him with a bayonet and shouted.Zhupi was shocked, and a layer of cold sweat broke out all over his body in fright.

"go."

In a panic, he threw the big carrot in his mouth at the devil who was stabbing at him.The big carrot drew a beautiful arc in the air, but it missed the Japanese soldier, but fell on the grass half a meter away from the Japanese soldier.

"Baga." Perhaps thinking that the pigskin was humiliating him by throwing the big radish over, the Japanese soldier cursed and continued to rush forward ferociously.

But there is such a coincidence in the world, a big carrot, at the right place, at the right time, played an unexpected and huge role.

I saw that the Japanese soldier stepped on the big radish, and the chubby big radish rolled along with the ground. The Japanese soldier lost his balance and fell to the ground tragically.

"Little devil, I will kill you."

Zhupi seized the opportunity, jumped up from the ground, and rushed over quickly.The albino-like thin body burst out with a powerful energy at this moment, swung the kitchen knife, and slashed at the devil's head, even the skull was chopped off, and the devil was sent to hell to report on the spot.

"I killed a devil! I killed a devil!"

Looking at the corpse of the devil in front of him, Zhupi was so excited that he picked up the gun with the bayonet on the ground, locked on to the next target, and killed it with a loud roar.

"idiot."

Kameda Ichiro shouted angrily, and rushed into the battlefield holding an oriental samurai sword.His skills were exceptionally sharp, and in the blink of an eye, five or six Eighth Route soldiers were killed by his sword.

In the woods, blood splashed and screamed again and again, and a head-to-head bloody fight was staged. This is a funeral song of life.

The bayonet was pierced into a vital part, and the person who was pierced spit out a bag of blood and fell straight in a pool of blood. A life was ended. This is really a performance moment for the god of death.

"Happy, happy, hahahaha"

When everyone was envious, Liu Ziyan's heart-stirring laughter resounded on the battlefield. This laughter, like rolling thunder, made one's soul tremble.

Everyone in the fierce battle couldn't help but look towards the center of the battlefield.

At this moment, Liu Ziyan's blood-stained black hair stood on end, one man with one knife, invincible. The corpses of the devils under his feet were piled up like a hill, and the corpses of devils kept falling down, becoming this mountain. The bricks and tiles of the corpse mountain.

With a malevolent aura, Liu Ziyan was like an emperor who ruled the world, exuding an aura that made the world worship him.

Seeing this scene, the morale of the Japanese army plummeted, but the morale of the Eighth Route Army was at its peak, and it was on the verge of soaring to the sky.

"Kill." Wu Gui roared, stabbing the fearful devil in front of him to death.

"kill"

"bang bang puff"

After falling into a short period of silence, the entire space was once again flooded by the sound of shouts of killing and the sound of weapons colliding.

"Bagaya Road, you hateful China pig."

Seeing Liu Ziyan reaping the lives of his subordinates like harvesting rice, Kameda Ichiro was extremely angry.Beheaded one of the eight roads standing in front of him, and rushed towards Liu Ziyan.

"Death to me."

Just when his blade was about to hit Liu Ziyan's body, Liu Ziyan suddenly turned around.With cold green eyes and piercing fangs, like a ghost crawling up from hell, a powerful coercion struck Kameda Ichiro, making him stop abruptly.

"You are not human!"

There was fear in Kameda Ichiro's eyes, and cold sweat dripped uncontrollably from his forehead.

"Jie Jie, you are right."

What responded to him was Liu Ziyan's bone-chilling voice.

With a flash of light from the saber, the big saber in Liu Ziyan's hand quickly slashed across.

"Boom"

Kameda Ichiro's oriental samurai sword was cut off, and half of the blade pierced into the trunk of a nearby poplar tree at an extremely fast speed with a "buzzing" sound.

Kameda Ichiro looked at the broken knife in his hand in disbelief, "Boom", the bright knife light flashed again, and he felt a coolness coming towards his head from above.Looking up, the bloody sword in Liu Ziyan's hand was breaking through the void and slashing towards him quickly.

Accompanied by a shrill scream, Liu Ziyan cut Kameda Ichiro's head in half with a single knife, and the bloody brains flowed out slowly along the wound, and then slowly dripped onto the ground. It was really disgusting. .

At this moment, Liu Ziyan's eyes returned to normal, and his long fangs retracted into their sockets, but his bright eyes were still cold.

"The lieutenant is dead, the lieutenant was killed by the Chinese!"

I don't know which Japanese soldier saw the scene of Kameda Ichiro's death, and shouted loudly in shock.

As soon as they heard the news of Kameda Ichiro's death, the Japanese army, who had been resisting for a while, lost all intention of fighting and wanted to retreat.When two armies are at war, the most important thing is morale. The side without morale is doomed.

"Kill" the Eighth Route Army, with red eyes, beheaded the Japanese army frantically.

Within a quarter of an hour, the remaining Japanese troops were completely wiped out.

Liu Ziyan stood on the top of the mountain of corpses, carrying a bloody sword on his shoulder, the blood on the sword was slowly dripping down the handle of the sword on the ground.The blood-stained black hair fluttered gently with the breeze, and his eyes were looking down at the world, like a demon king scanning the entire battlefield.At this moment, his heart calmed down. Just now, every time he killed a Japanese soldier, he drank a mouthful of blood. By now, his blood addiction has long since receded.

"Old Willow."

People from the militia surrounded him, Huang Daren was covered in blood, and they called out to him.

"Go, go back to the militia."

Liu Ziyan threw the broadsword everywhere, and walked to the base first.

Huang Daren originally wanted to say 'the militiamen have to stay and clean the battlefield', but after hesitating for a while, he finally waved his hand and said, "Let's go, listen to Lao Liu and go back to the militia."

"Yes"

The militia team left openly and aboveboard under the eyes of all eight groups. No one stepped forward to ask them to stop and help clean up the battlefield, because their performance was already comparable to the main force, especially the militia captain Liu Ziyan, who was one man with one knife. , The stalwart figure who bravely killed the enemy has been deeply imprinted in their minds.

Therefore, for Liu Ziyan, everyone felt nothing but awe in their hearts. Who would dare to ask him and his militia to stay to clean up the battlefield? Who would have the right to do so?

"Old Willow."

Wu Gui ran over and punched Liu Ziyan on the chest, "You broke into the group of devils by yourself just now, but you scared me into a cold sweat."

"You deserve it for being scared to death. It's not that you don't know me. I will do things that I'm not sure about?"

Liu Ziyan crossed his hands in front of his chest, raised his head at a 45-degree angle, pretending to be proud.

"It's alright for me to waste another expression."

Wu Gui punched Liu Ziyan again, and laughed loudly, "We won a big battle today, come to my place tonight, we" didn't say anything after that, he just nodded and smiled wretchedly, meaning 'You know'.

How can Liu Ziyan not understand, he smiled heartily: "Okay, prepare ten altars for me, I will drink you up tonight, hahaha"

"Just want me to scold you, right? As I said, come to my place to drink and eat. Alright, I'll clean up the battlefield first, and I'm afraid that the devil's ocean will be divided up by those little bastards when it's late. Let's Go back and talk about it."

As he spoke, he patted Liu Ziyan on the shoulder, and Wu Gui ran away.

Looking at Wu Gui's back, Liu Ziyan let out a long sigh: "Oh, the old Wu people don't look very good, but the wine that can be brewed is so damn unforgettable."

Recalling the wine brewed by Wu Gui, Liu Ziyan couldn't help sticking out his tongue and licking his lips, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Huang Daren staring at him with a gloomy face.

"Dantou, why are you looking at me like that?" Liu Ziyan asked with a tremor all over his body.

"Milk ball, why are you looking at me?"

With a gloomy face, Huang Daren said angrily, "Finally, I know why the captain of the militia team doesn't belong to me anymore. It turned out that it was because you, a big dung ball, knew Company Commander Wu."

"Aww, that's bad."

Liu Ziyan was shocked all over, and secretly screamed in his heart that he was so familiar with Wu Gui that he really shouldn't show it in front of big guys.

(End of this chapter)