Amidst the explosion of "Boom~", a 0.45kg Type 91 grenade flew in the air over a distance of 200 meters before landing and exploding.
So damn good! The netizen ‘Kuaima’, who was holding the extra-long rod in his hand that was as sharp as a toilet plunger, happened to be very close to the explosion point.
As a result, under the shock wave and flying shrapnel of the explosion, he flew several meters away like a tattered doll.
When the person was in the air, Kuai Ma, the unlucky brother, was probably dead and could no longer hold on to the thorn thunder in his hand, so Yang Dongli and the others rolled out backwards after landing on the ground with the strongest heavy weapon.
Far far away.
Seeing such a scene in the eyes of Yang Dongli, this greasy uncle-level salesman in real society almost cried on the spot.
Because when the task was originally assigned, the netizen "Kuaima" with the thorn thunder claimed that he was a "Guo Jia second-level athlete" at that time, and he was still practicing sprinting.
Even though more than ten years have passed, today's "fast horse" figure does not look athletic enough at all.
But after thinking for a while, everyone agreed to give him the task of charging with the "Thunder"; after all, this guy still had some foundation back then, and he should be able to run faster than them at critical times.
In fact, "Kuaima~" has also proved this in actual actions. He is really very fast.
No! When everyone was frightened, they dropped their legs and ran backwards.
This fellow, who was originally in the middle of the team, managed to pass many of his companions with a pennant-like thorn in his hand, and ran to the front of the retreating team.
Then, he was sent into the sky by a Type 91 grenade.
At the same time, it also represents one point: the Japanese grenades have given priority to attacking the fastest people, and it seems that they intend to miss none of them.
You can't fight, you can't fight, you can't escape, you can't escape.
Under such a situation, Yang Dongli and others really had no other hope except despair.
However, miracles always happen unexpectedly!
Just when a group of netizens instinctively took off and ran towards the small hills and woods, hoping to get away from this damn turret.
Two characters that they absolutely did not expect appeared before their eyes.
The guy who took the lead was the trainee commander Hu Biao who, at best, was receiving preferential treatment, but at worst, he said, "Get away, don't cause trouble for us."
The trainee commander, who had been staying in a safe area, was now rushing towards us like crazy.
Crazy! This adjective is not wrong at all.
At this time, the moonlight in the sky coincidentally appeared for a while among the dark clouds. In the looming moonlight, Hu Biao's face with a size 43 shoe print was full of twisted expressions.
A ferocious expression.
Especially under the moonlight, this guy opened his mouth and exposed his white teeth, he looked so crazy, even his mad dog-like expression was a bit scary.
Of course, in the eyes of many netizens at this moment, this is a performance full of fighting courage by Hu Biao.
In just a few seconds, this guy ran to where the Thunderbolt landed. He leaned over slightly and picked up the front end of the Thunderbolt. Without even the slightest hesitation, he easily pulled out the safety pin on it.
In this way, when the 20-centimeter-long steel head on the front end of a toilet plunger hits the target, the impact force generated will cause the internal firing pin to hit the ignition powder and successfully trigger it.
Then, Hu Biao passed Yang Dongli and others with the thorn thunder and continued to rush towards the gun tower.
That look was very similar to the legendary Don Quigote who charged at the windmill with his long lance; like the last soldier on the battlefield under the charge, charging at an opponent a hundred times more numerous with his bayonet drawn.
It looks really ridiculous, but also inexplicably tragic.
It was also at this time that everyone noticed more small details.
For example: Hu Biao ran really fast, no faster than before. The "fast horse" who was known as "Guo Jia's second-level athlete" back then was only half a bit slower.
So much so that in such a mad dash, a pair of flip-flops on his feet disappeared.
Therefore, after stepping on the branches and stones on the ground, the soles of the feet had already been scratched, leaving a series of bloody footprints on the ground, which continued to spread towards the turret.
Netizens who discovered these small details subconsciously slowed down their escape.
An indescribable and unclear complex emotion, including shame, anger, speechlessness, etc., rose up in their hearts.
And when Hu Biao passed by one netizen after another, another figure lagging far behind also allowed them to see clearly.
It was only after they saw it clearly that they understood why the two of them were so far apart.
Because that person is the sick brother "Swordsman", another burden in their hearts.
Rather than saying that the 'Swordsman' was charging, it was better to say that he was struggling towards the turret, using a spear as a walking stick, supporting his body while constantly moving with one foot deep and one shallow.
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Even in such an activity that was too strenuous for him, the swordsman's face with glasses turned frighteningly pale, but he still insisted on moving forward step by step.
Even another Type 91 grenade exploded about 10 meters away from him. The shock wave generated pushed him staggering, and the patient almost fell to the ground.
But after standing firm, the patient brother still moved forward firmly.
During this process, Hu Biao and the patient brother actually did not say a word of greeting to netizens like them.
Whether it was merciless rebuke or encouragement, there was none of it.
Just like this, the two of them rushed towards the turret that turned into a fire-powered hedgehog, like moths to a flame.
But saying nothing like this is far more effective for everyone than any kind of denouncement or encouragement.
I felt a huge, inexplicable shame in my heart, and my face was filled with panic.
Jason, the fake foreign devil holding a shotgun in his hand, cursed bitterly: "You damn little devil, don't you just die? I'm going to risk my life, I can't even be a rubbish trainee."
Neither the commander nor the patient can compare.
And you bastards, please listen clearly, I am not some fake foreign devil, I am a pure man from southern Fujian, and this is where Jason from southern Fujian died today."
After saying that, he turned around and chased after Hu Biao who was about ten meters away.
While catching up, he did not forget to take off the horns from his waist one by one, and began to laboriously load the tedious shotgun.
I don’t know if it’s because it’s difficult to reload while running, or if it’s done intentionally to make the fire more powerful and have a longer range.
In short, when loading, Jason put at least three times the normal amount of iron sand and gunpowder into the barrel.
Jason took the lead and turned around, which also made netizens who were running slower and slower make the same choice one by one.
"You damn little devil! Grandpa, if I fight with these little devils, there will be no cowards in Qingxucheng, Jin Province~"
"Why are you all running away? Do you remember how you were bragging just now? Do you still want to show any shame? As long as the little devils don't kill me today, I will kill them. The gentlemen of Jinmen stand upright..."
Amidst the curses with slang and characteristics from various places, one figure after another turned around.
In the end, everyone revealed their hometown in inexplicable emotions, and then staggered into a new charge with the glory of their hometown.
Together they faced the increasingly fierce firepower from the turrets and began to charge without fear of death.
Compared with the attack just now, the number of people charging now was almost one-third less, but the momentum that broke out was more than ten times greater.
In this new charge, some interesting things are quietly happening.
First of all, even if no one said it explicitly, they already had a considerable sense of identification with Hu Biao, the trainee commander, from the time Hu Biao launched his crazy reverse charge.
An emotion called admiration began to arise without them even noticing, and it quickly became stronger and stronger.
After all, when he was fleeing in embarrassment, such a commander who could lead by example and lead the charge was indeed worthy of their respect.
Regarding this point, Yang Dongli quickly realized it.
At that time, he wanted to shout and reveal the cruel truth of the matter: it was not Hu Biao, the trainee commander, who led the charge with fearless courage in an attempt to inspire everyone's courage.
The greater possibility is that this guy is suffering from late-stage rabies symptoms.
In other words, Hu Biao's grandson is simply sick.
However, when such a truth came to his lips, he couldn't really shout it out; because it would have serious consequences and make the angry man's morale drop again.
For this damn mission, and for himself to survive in the end, he could only choose to hold back the words that came to his lips.
In the end, with the huge grief and indignation in his heart, Yang Dongli just tightened his grip on the shell gun in his hand, endured the huge ups and downs and gasps in his chest, and rushed forward as fast as he could.
He also spoke in the Hunan dialect and shouted desperately:
"Funan Yueyang Yaozi, that is also a domineering one~"
Secondly, the sick man who is now at the end is still insisting on charging, and his courage and spirit put others to shame.
While moving forward with the spear, he was actually cursing and muttering in a low voice:
"I'm just a coward, why don't I just stay back and do my homework? Why on earth, why did I rush with this guy on impulse?
Now the wound line is probably open again, and it hurts so much."
Xu thought that shouting out loud could alleviate the pain on his body, so he also shouted out:
"The man from Baota City, Shaanxi Province, is here today."
Then he even sang a classic Qin opera piece that my fathers loved but I thought was rustic. It was a famous piece from "Changban Slope":
"The sword is as bright as frost, the horse is as fast as flying, and a single rider rushes out of the long board for..."
In short, these seventeen or eighteen different accents of curses, intertwined with the high-pitched Qin opera, are very much like those 80 years ago in the modern dimension.
In such a situation, people regardless of north or south, old or young, all roared angrily for the fate of this nation.
PS: The author has never been to many of the above places, so it is normal for the description of dialects to be incorrect. If book friends in the relevant areas see it, they can leave correct comments, and the author can modify it later.
Or join a book club and tell the author the correct information directly.