The Nazis in military coats fell into the bunker and stepped on the wounded leg of the wounded, covering his mouth before he screamed. The wounded couldn't help shaking, but couldn't help staring at the Nazi. The eyes hidden behind the gas mask seemed vaguely visible at this time. However, it was not normal human eyes. The eyes had an attractiveness that could not detract from the wounded ’s eyes. The faint eyes he saw quickly expanded in his field of vision. The injured person felt that his soul seemed to be sucked away by the other person's eyes.

However, the Nazis seemed to perceive something, and took the initiative to deviate from the injured person. Before the injured person responded, he had retreated, but at this time, the old man did not know when he had appeared behind him, and moved the bunker to block his escape. The explosion swept through the inside of the bunker, followed by an extremely strong flame, and the wounded were completely ignited without a scream, because before that, he had been killed by the grenade that the old man had stuffed in his clothes. . The flame ignited by the combustion aid swept through the Nazi body at once. When he jumped up, he suddenly felt that the interlaced sharpness cut through the back and forth of the neck. Even if he raised his arm to block, he still failed. Block the planned Jedi blow.

With the help of the hidden wire in the darkness, he severely cut off his arm and neck, and then his head was hit by successive bullets and flew back.

The young man hiding in the back room only saw the fire suddenly flash in the darkness, the blurry outline flew in the air, and then was engulfed by the darkness, followed by the sound of the body falling to the ground. The cowboy girl could not help shouting: "Old Allen!" There was no response. In the stormy night, the sound of the storm made the silence especially suffocate. The sound of the battle seemed to break at once, and the air was too heavy to breathe. Come. The young man clenched the firearm in his hand, and his palm was sticky, but he didn't dare to wipe it. All the lighting in the house has been destroyed, and the young people finally adapted to the extremely dark environment. Move your steps carefully.

Suddenly, a young man screamed and shouted in anxiety with his companion next to him. He pointed the muzzle over there, but did not see the other person's figure. The next moment, he felt something was wrong with his ankle Caught. He suddenly lowered his head. I only saw a pale hand, and the strength of it made him feel that his bones were about to be cracked. His hair was all erected all at once. He subconsciously turned the muzzle and pulled the trigger, but the repeated screams made him aware. To your own mistake.

"Is it you? Jack. How is it possible? Jack?" The young man's face was pale. When he thought of killing his companion by mistake, he blocked his heart, and he was mixed with more emotions in his terrified fear, making him completely uncomfortable. Understanding what you are doing and what you should do is blank in your mind. Staring staringly at the hand with twisted bones due to excessive force. The screaming suddenly sounded and ended suddenly, as if to let him know that his bullet had accidentally killed his companion. He finally saw the outline of a human figure crawling on the ground, but the power from that hand had quickly weakened.

Many things happened at this moment. When he reacted, the swarming information made him seem to have passed for a year. The voice of the companion Shen Shen questioned on the other side came to his ear: "What's going on?"

"I. I ..." The young man stammered and said nothing: "He, Jack, he ..."

Someone came up and groped for the human body on the ground. The young man didn't see who it was, only to understand that he was checking the status of Jack's human figure. The result is the worst he can think of. "He is dead." The man sighed.

"I, I didn't mean it, I don't know, I don't know!" The young man shouted in anger and terror. He didn't know why he was angry, but the things that had accumulated in his heart made him unable to control himself hysterically. A huge force was pulling him, and he struggled subconsciously, as if the force trying to suppress himself was an abominable and terrible enemy, until he was brutally dropped on the ground, as if a voice from a far distance pulled him back: "Damn! Calm down, I know, it's not your fault! Calm me down!"

The young man muttered to himself: "This is not my fault, this is not my fault ..." The bones in the whole body seemed to be loose and they lay on the ground with weakness.

"This guy is useless!" He heard his companions complaining: "Damn, those demons are torturing us! They have a lot of chances to kill us all at once, but they deliberately give us breathing time. They want us all Become this guy! "

He can understand the language, and the meaning is the same, but the extremely weak young people do not want to understand at all. He just stared blankly at the ceiling, and then, in this quiet and dark environment, he heard more sounds and smelled more odors. These heard, smelled, in his mind, outlined more signs of activity hidden by the heavy rain in the mountains, and these signs made him feel deep fear, not only because those signs will take away The lives of all people here are more because they are not keen to kill everyone at once.

His words describe the incomparable lack, and he can only tell himself: that is the devil.

"What a strange smell." Following the old man's words, there was no such doubt among the young people who had escaped because of the darkness in the house.

"It's gasoline." The majestic young man said tremblingly, "They are going to burn us?"

"Can't stay here anymore." The cowgirl said firmly: "Let's go out!"

Despite the fear of the outside world, although the wooden house is dark and the structure is relatively fragile, the separation between the walls still gives them a feeling of refuge, but if the enemy really put gasoline on the house, then stay in it again, it is the Jedi . They figured this out. There was no objection to the cowboy girl's proposal. The majestic young man was picked up and beaten by the spirit. The young man who could no longer fight, followed behind the others and leaned towards the window.

"Is old Ike dead?" Someone asked softly, the sound of the rain was loud, but the strange and dangerous situation made him feel that his heartbeat was clearer than the sound of the rain.

"The dead ones were raised by the bitches!" Said the cowboy girl firmly: "... at least old Ike solved one." She was not clear that the old man not only survived, but also planned to solve more. In the playful massacre of the enemy, the old man seemed to return to the light, feeling that his body, strength, experience and will had returned to World War II. In his mind, there is an illusion, and the illusion ignited his life. The old man no longer intends to live, nor does he feel that someone here can live, he is using his last life. Go and teach the enemy a lesson. It was only him that the plan was probably not feasible, but there were young people in the house, they were natural decoys-as long as these Nazis still carried the joy of returning to the battlefield, trying to taste death and cruel mentality Come to tease yourself and others, you will surely fall into these young people. For the old man himself, they are extremely cruel traps.

Old Ike was lying in the mud under the wooden house. In order to prevent rainwater from flowing back, when this wooden house was built, the floor was one meter high from the ground. He dissected the body of the first Nazi he killed, and wet the body with the blood of the other party. Carrying the corpse out of the wooden house, carefully disguised, leaving him in the dark as if the Nazis were lifting his body. Then he got under the wooden house floor, and was in the midst of lurking to the second enemy-the young man in the house, and the guy who let the young man's companion accidentally kill him. While he was working on the young man in the house. The old man raided the opponent, and the enemy's slackness was like a cold-blooded animal that had just awakened from hibernation. After the sneak attack, he clearly felt that these Nazi abilities did not reach those Nazis who nearly died in the late World War II. The average level.

Even so. Old Ike still insisted on his decision. Although the two Nazis had been resolved, the remaining Nazis were much stronger than their own in terms of ability, technology, and number. The time to kill two Nazis is enough to let them understand what they are facing, once these enemies are more serious. There is absolutely no way to wait for yourself. Therefore, it is reasonable to kill as many as they can before they wake up completely from hibernation.

Old Ike heard clearly the conversation of the young people. He was full of guilt, but he did not regret it, because even if he had pity on these young people, he would not get any good results. Rescue them, take them out? Doing so will only make everyone die worthless.

Yes, the value, the value of passive and active warriors in war is how many enemies can be killed. This is the most memorable understanding of Old Ike after World War II. He is already very old, and finally survived the War Syndrome. He thought he could enjoy his old age, but he did not expect to encounter these at the end of his life. The enemy who swept into the historical garbage dump. He feels very sad, not only for the environment that young people will face in the future, but also for his unfinished life, but at the same time, there is a euphoria and passion in his heart, because he is a fighter.

To die on the battlefield, take away the lives of the enemy, and die as a warrior is, in a sense, very acceptable to him.

Old Ike cut the two Nazi corpses subconsciously, listening to the blood flowing out of their bodies and entering the muddy water. He could smell the different normal **** smell, and it seemed to be seen that the blood was confused The muddy water turned into a scene in which the fuchsia spread rapidly. Gunshots, gunshots, and shouts rang in his ears, as if it were no longer a wooden house here, but the earth-shattering battle of the past, passing through time and space to the present. There were many figures swaying around, he could not see it, but he could feel it, he could not tell whether it was an illusion, but he could clearly distinguish the remaining eight Nazis he wanted to kill. His goal is very clear, except for these eight guys who can vaguely determine their position, the other figures have nothing to do with themselves. Therefore, whether these are illusions or real, are no longer important.

The muscles on Old Ike's face shook and seemed to be laughing, but it was a gruesome young man simply couldn't imagine. He dropped the two Nazi corpses and began to move. He believed that what he had done to the corpses was enough for these terrible guys not to recover, at least, not before dawn.

The Nazis are difficult to kill. The evil forces make it possible for them to recover even if they are ripped, their hearts and heads are broken, and their limbs are separated. The frontline soldiers of the United Nations have found a way to suppress them with their lives. The special internal cutting method of the human body inhibits or even prevents this recovery ability. Although it has been a long time, the processing method deeply imprinted in the instinct because of doing too many times soon wakes up in the body of the old Ike. He didn't know the principle of suppressing the opponent, but the effect was tested during World War II, though. Whether to suppress or completely let the other party die, there is no one-hundred percent confidence.

Old Ike also felt that once the Nazis made a comeback, they must have greatly improved their soldiers. Whether this cutting technique is still useful and how useful it is is a question, but this time there is only one bet.

Just as old Ike was immersed in the illusion of the battlefield of the past. When a brutal counterattack started. The young man in the house had checked the window several times, and they did not know that the smell of gasoline was intentionally made by old Ike, just to make young people move. No one wants to burn them for the time being, but if multiple Nazis break into the wooden house at this time. Old Ike himself did not mind setting a fire-although the power of the fire in the storm was weakened, even if it was not weakened, it would not be too threatening to the Nazis. The burning could not enter "" at once, and the time was enough to let The Nazis quit, but only if they quit. It may be a decision made under a misjudgment of the situation, which can give Old Ike the opportunity to kill one of them.

The cowboy girl finally couldn't help it. She and other people had been delayed for a long time. The enemy may set fire at any time. Of course, it may be just to frighten others and force them to run outside. But she did not dare to gamble when the majestic young man questioned. Not very firm. It was dark outside the window, and the rain curtain made it impossible to see what was five meters away. Even if it was near two or three meters, it was vague. However, the young man deliberately forged a puppet with wooden frames and clothes, and the enemy did not attack. The more time is delayed, the more urgent they are. At last. The cowboy girl jumped out first, leaning close to the wooden house. The muzzle quickly swept around and whispered, "Come out!"

Three other young people who can move. Young people with mental breakdown also came out one by one. The process was very smooth, which made everyone feel relieved.

"What now?" Someone asked. But at the next moment, there was something in front, running from left to right, the quick action made everyone like a bow cup snake shadow, and immediately shot in that direction. Of course, the bullet seemed to be completely engulfed by the darkness there, and no feedback appeared.

Then, a gunshot sounded from the roof, and a slightly violent disturbance appeared in the bushes on the other side. The crowd could not help raising the muzzle, but from their perspective they could not see anything on the roof. The majestic young man shouted in a low voice: "Old Ike?" No one answered. They looked at each other, exchanged eyes, and let them shift towards the west side of the wooden house, where there was an independent firewood room.

It is dangerous to enter the mountain forest, and they have kept this in their minds. They also feel that their own actions have always been stared at by something hidden in the dark, but as long as the other party has not taken any further action, there is no better choice for themselves and others. The old shot may have been shot on the roof before. He did n’t die, which comforted the young people. His counterattack seemed to prove that he and others did not have room to fight back. Moreover, thinking about the benefits, the old Ike occupied the high ground for sniping, which is also very beneficial to the transfer of himself and others.

However, Old Ike was no longer on the roof at this time. He tried to snipe another Nazi who was lured by young people, but failed as expected. Before he moved, a dark shadow approached him quietly and almost cut his throat. Although he escaped into life in time, one hand was cut off by the other party. He rolled over and fell to the roof, but the dull voice didn't startle the young people's attention, because their attention had already shifted to the side of the chalet.

The pain of the broken arm and the impact of the fall made old Ike dizzy and almost breathless. Even so, he still firmly grasped the gun with the remaining hand ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ in his consciousness Concentrating, trying to flip over and climb up, a pair of leather shoes appeared in his vision.

"Damn it, is it just here?" He said "". Although I still want to resist, the pain has not subsided to the point where the body can move freely. The will can resist the pain, but the body cannot be indifferent in the pain. The actions that can be done at this time are much less than normal. Under normal circumstances, enemies who can't confront themselves with their own strength are even more difficult to deal with when they are half disabled.

He felt he was fierce. The figure stepped on the rifle, grabbed his hair, and dragged his head.

Lightning exploded, and suddenly the bright environment made him see a dagger rushing in, and at once he occupied all his vision, and a cold light radiated out.

He felt a cold kiss in his throat, cut through his cervical spine, and then grabbed the hand with his hair and pulled it up. Before his vision was completely swept into darkness, he saw the "卐" on the chest of the Nazis. Word badge.

That is something unlucky that cannot be described with prophecy. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point () to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. Please read it for mobile users.)