Damn it, Wu Chengfeng is so angry now, I’m here to fight for life and death, but you, a hairy boy, are here to point fingers.
Although Wu Chengfeng only has the rank of private soldier, after joining the army for almost a year, he has fought in several battles and has lost all his impetuousness and rawness. He has a vague attitude of a veteran, so he is very interested in those who have just graduated with the rank of captain.
Officers with senior military ranks are really looked down upon, because the army respects the strong, not your military rank.
Wu Chengfeng took a look at the flying tiger armband on the officer's arm and felt more confident. He slowly turned around and asked: "What part are you in?"
"I'm from the staff of the Airborne Regiment, why can't I control you?" The captain suddenly became angry upon hearing this.
Wu Chengfeng shook his head disdainfully and pointed to the armband on his left arm: "I'm sorry, you really can't control me. Do you know which part I belong to? I'm from the 10th Division. The hand of your airborne regiment is
It's not that you stretched too far. You still want to take care of the affairs of the 10th Division. If you have any opinions, just talk to our division commander. If our division commander wants to punish me, I won't say anything. As for you, you'd better go and cool off.
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"you"
The captain didn't expect that a little private would dare to say that it was a corpse. It was better to say it was a pile of minced meat. The corpse was almost broken into two parts, but the nervous tissue and connective tissue were still stubbornly connected together, but most of the muscle tissue
It had long since disappeared. The intestines flowed out of the body cavity like a skinned snake that was still struggling.
Wu Chengfeng started to vomit, and it took him a full minute to recover.
"Son of a bitch, where are the bazookas and recoilless rifles? Kill these bastards."
After he finished vomiting, Wu Chengfeng became angry. Looking at the Japanese infantry artillery that was still firing, he grabbed the Garand rifle that had just been dropped aside and fired desperately toward the front while shouting loudly.
Wu Chengfeng's words were very effective. Just after he finished speaking, he heard two "swish" whizzes passing by him. Two rockets accurately hit the infantry artillery in front. When the smoke cleared, the soldiers discovered that they had just
The infantry artillery that was showing off its ferocity has turned into a pile of twists.