After picking up a Bai-style submachine gun, Xu Feng first picked it up and waved the gun body, and then removed a long and curved magazine on the right side of the gun body.
After confirming that this submachine gun was exactly the kind of guy with a 50-round magazine that he was expecting, he immediately beamed with laughter and emotion.
Then in his ears, a loud gunshot suddenly sounded.
After such a sudden gunshot sounded, Xu Feng did not frighten him, but because the target of this gunshot was not even three meters away from his current position.
Suddenly, a large spurt of blood spurted out from the wound and flew directly onto his face.
On the spot, most of the left side of Xu Feng's face was obscured.
After raising his sleeve and wiping the blood from his left face, Xu Feng turned his head in displeasure and shouted at the ashtray where the shot had been fired:
"I said, buddy, you should save your bullets.
Who knows how many battles we will need to fight in the next few days? So just stab it with a bayonet, and be careful not to stick your bayonet in places like the stomach~"
The ashtray at this moment was because two corpses had been turned over in the past period of time.
After experiencing the initial vomiting, it seems that there is nothing left in the stomach after vomiting.
Such a poor mixing plant worker is almost mentally numb now; after hearing this, he didn't even have the intention to refute Xu Feng's statement.
Silently, he found a bunch of bits and pieces from the Japs who had just shot him, and put them in a bag that was also packed in the Japs' backpack.
Then, as he continued to move towards the next target, he followed Xu Feng's request and straightened his bayonet.
But when he saw the next target, with his brains flying everywhere, and definitely dead, Ashtray gave up the idea of stabbing him again.
After all, the difference between everything currently happening and the outlook on life he had developed over the previous decades was too big.
You must know that not long ago, he still accepted the social principle that "winners go to jail, losers go to the hospital."
The result was so fierce that after killing the opponent, he had to make up for it with one more blow.
Even if the target of the last hit was a Jaap, a large animal that couldn't be considered a human being, he still felt a little uncomfortable in his heart when he was suddenly attacked like this.
So if you can save one stabbing, it is better to use one less stabbing. The Japanese in front of you is already dead, right?
Then, just when he lowered his head and was about to turn over the corpse.
Such a devil, who was supposed to be dead a long time ago, suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes were filled with a crazy look like a strange beast.
Immediately afterwards, the devil jumped up from the ground.
After pulling off a grenade on his chest, he hit his helmet hard.
Then, the devil tightly grasped the grenade in his hand and threw it towards the ashtray, intending to drag him to death with him.
In a panic, the ashtray started to retreat wildly behind him in great panic.
But after taking a few steps back, he stumbled on something, and the guy sat down on the ground. He even sat on a pool of blood without dying, and his whole pants were stained red.
Blockbuster.
Such a weird shape, if it were placed in another environment, would definitely be misunderstood by others, and the ashtray would immediately die socially.
Fortunately, at this moment, this is no longer important.
At this moment, Ashtray was in a huge panic. He picked up the rifle in his hand and planned to shoot and kill the Japanese directly.
But Mao's finger on the trigger suddenly seemed to be stuck to death by glue and seemed to be inoperable.
It's so evil that I can't hold it down no matter what.
Fortunately, at this moment, a huge ax swung down like lightning, and the head of the guy who must have been covered in other devils' brains was chopped straight into the sky.
Then, Xu Feng threw himself on the headless corpse before the ashtray could react.
After Xu Feng's body pounced on him, the Type 97 grenade that was supposed to be the Japs exploded violently on the spot.
However, the shock wave generated by the grenade explosion was all blocked by Xu Feng's body, so that the ashtray very close to it did not suffer any damage.
But even if he wasn't hurt at all at that time, the ashtray's eyes turned red in an instant.
That kind of accident caused by his own mistakes was solved by others at the cost of their lives. The huge feeling of guilt caused by it made him feel unspeakably uncomfortable.
"Xufeng, brother, are you okay? Everything is my fault~"
With a cry in his mouth, the ashtray rushed towards Xu Feng's body lying on the ground; at this moment, he even wanted to slap himself twice.
Then, Xu Feng cheated.
This guy slowly raised his head after a long cough of "cough~".
After seeing the tears on the ashtray's face, he cursed in between crying and laughing: "Why are you howling? Such a small scene can kill me. Who are you looking down on?"
It was also at this time that Ashtray saw clearly why Xu Feng Wei Mao was not only okay, but also looked a little bit arrogant when he was cursing people.
Because this guy actually put an ax blade, a big ax like a small table, under his body and pressed it on the Japanese Type 97 grenade.
Under the impact of the explosion, the result of this will definitely not be very comfortable.
But the most deadly shrapnel were all successfully intercepted.
Therefore, after scolding the ashtray, Xu Feng now looked nervously under the moonlight and began to look at the side of the ax that had been exposed to the grenade explosion.
After discovering that the green prop of this system, namely his precious big ax, had no damage at all.
This guy breathed a sigh of relief, and then he struck out with an axe, hitting a Japs with faintly moving fingers not far away, and then hit him with an axe on the spot.
At the same time, he didn’t forget to add something to the ashtray: “Continue to clean the battlefield, no more ink marks~”
After hearing this, Ashtray continued to act, but in this process, he suffered a loss for once, no matter what the devil looked like.
They will all stab each other with one bayonet, no matter how miserable the opponent looks...
"You see, only the dead Japs are the best Japs." Fatty, holding a cigarette in his mouth, emphasized this to the rookie Feng beside him.
At this moment, she is still wearing red pants, but after all, she has adopted a pair of pants in Hengyang City.
That is, Zhang Yunfei, a firefighter in the modern dimension, after hearing this, he felt a little bit frightened and nodded in agreement.
In fact, he encountered a similar situation before.
That was the corpse of a Japanese soldier in front of him whose body was cut into two pieces by the firepower of an M2 heavy machine gun. He was wondering if he could save a bayonet.
The situation over the ashtray happened, and he immediately broke out in a cold sweat.
After he came back to his senses, he didn't dare to have any luck in his heart. He raised the rifle in his hand, pointed at the body with only half of his body left, and stabbed him three times in a row.
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Facts have proved that there are still a small number of Japanese who pretend to be dead.
Under Feng's assassination, the Japanese didn't react at all.
Feng, whose nerves were suddenly tense, breathed a sigh of relief, suppressed the turmoil in his heart, and started rummaging through the corpse.
What! Thanks to his work as a firefighter, he has seen many tragic scenes after fires, or related information and videos, so now he can still tolerate the corpses.
After successfully completing the search for this body, he walked towards the next target again.
Then, he heard Fat Paper say something in a calm tone that almost made him collapse:
"Hey, buddy, don't be so impatient when doing things, especially when cleaning the battlefield. Didn't you see that there is a big gold necklace next to the devil's intestines?
Pick it up quickly, that's money."
"Uh~" Fireman Feng heard such words and immediately started to vomit. He finally couldn't hold it anymore.