Although there was no trace of humanity left, the members of the group exuded a strong murderous aura, like an unsheathed sword, which was heart-stopping and chilling.
Snap.
Snap.
In fact, many people would leave a bloody footprint on the ground before they even took a step forward. Their feet had been scratched in the swamp, but they had already been soaked and lost consciousness.
Whoosh.
boom.,
Blood and residual limbs kept flying everywhere.
Those Indonesian soldiers were immediately stunned. How could these Chinese soldiers, who looked like they would fall at any time, still have such strong fighting power? It was terrifying.
Dong Dong.
"Class 1, follow me, quickly."
A soldier with a strong body waved his hand and kicked his foot across a trench. However, his vision suddenly went dark, and his body suddenly fell forward and fell to the ground with a thud.
"Monitor."
"Monitor."
One soldier stretched out his hand tremblingly and probed. His teeth were clenched and his pulse stopped beating. He was carried out of the swamp by his squad leader, as was another soldier. Just now, their squad leader smiled and said that he was strong.
, nothing happened, and they even said they were competing to see who could kill more. But now, now, their squad leader had exhausted all his energy at this time and was exhausted.
"Ah." He suddenly raised his head, shouted loudly, and hugged his squad leader.
"kill."
"kill."
Roars sounded one after another, echoing over the rebel command camp.
Everyone seemed to be going crazy, holding guns and rushing towards the Indonesian soldiers.
Da da da.
call.
boom.
Boom.
A charging soldier fell down, his right hand was pierced by a bullet, and he lay on the ground. He kept taking deep breaths. He was really tired, so tired. He really wanted to lie down like this and have a good sleep.
Da da da.
The dense bullets kept whizzing past his head. He tried his best to raise his head slightly and looked at the machine gun emplacement built with sandbags in front of him.
Wow.
He kicked his feet on the ground, and his body scraped against the ground and slowly moved forward.
Soon, a dazzling blood trail appeared on the ground.
"Haha, those damn Chinese people don't dare to show their heads now."
"Go on, block their way."
"yes."
Several Indonesian machine gunners laughed ferociously loudly, as long as they were able to hold on, these Chinese people would be dead.
"kill."
Suddenly a loud shout rang in their ears, and then a bloody figure appeared in front of them, with murderous intent on his face.
"No."
"Run quickly."
boom.
Blood spattered and the machine gun position instantly went silent.
"Quickly, kill all these ***."
"We cannot let our brothers die in vain, kill them."
"kill."
The overwhelming sound kept ringing.
In the command camp.
The major general's face was so gloomy that it was about to drip with tears. How could these Chinese people still have such strong fighting power? There was no trace of fatigue at all.
He couldn't sit still anymore and stood up with a whoosh, "Let's go."
"yes."
"Protect the chief."
A group of guards rushed in with guns in hand, protecting the lieutenant general and others as they headed outside.
Wow.
The door curtain was lifted.
Suddenly, everyone was stunned. A clay figure was standing there, with only a pair of eyes as black as ink, flashing with endless murderous intent. Moreover, hadn't the battle not reached here yet? How could this guy touch him?
of?
"you."
Da da da.
A tongue of fire emerged.
The light machine gun held by He Zhenzhong in both hands opened fire.
Puff puff.
Blood continued to splash, and a large number of those guards fell instantly.
"Quick, rewind."
Deng Deng.
He Zhenzhong walked in while shooting.
"Protect the first..."
Poof, poof.
Corpses fell down one after another.
"No, we can surrender." The Indonesian lieutenant general was shaking all over, his face twisted into a ball of fear, "As long as you don't kill me, we can discuss anything."
"Sorry, we are here to kill people." He Zhenzhong opened his mouth, revealing two rows of white teeth, and then pressed hard with his right index finger.
Da da da.
Poof, poof.
"Ah." A shrill scream sounded. The guy's legs had been broken, and his flesh and blood were covered in pieces. He lay on the ground, grabbed the ground with both hands, and crawled forward.
He wanted to insist, he could already hear the footsteps of soldiers outside.
Snapped.
He Zhenzhong threw away the light machine gun. With a thought, several grenades appeared in the right center and he threw them out.
Boom boom.
The Indonesian soldiers who rushed over immediately fell to the ground.
"Don't kill, kill me. I can surrender." Seeing He Zhenzhong approaching, the guy was so frightened that he was trembling and almost crying, "I can surrender."
Swish.
A flash of cold light flashed.
A heavy machete appeared in He Zhenzhong's hand from the storage space. Bang, his foot stepped on the guy's vest and he waved his right hand.
call.
"No."
puff.
A splash of warm blood.
Gulu, Gulu, a bloody human head rolled down on the ground a few times and stopped, with its eyes still wide open and a look of horror on its face, looking extremely ferocious and terrifying.
Deng Deng.
He Zhenzhong walked over, bent down, grabbed the head, then grabbed a micro punch with his right hand, turned around, and walked outside.
Da da da.
Poof, poof.
Several Indonesian soldiers who were rushing over were swept to the ground.
But the faces of the Indonesian soldiers hiding aside changed drastically, and their eyes were horrified. What was that guy holding in his hand? Isn't that the head of their supreme leader?
In their eyes, He Zhenzhong, who was covered in mud and blood and carrying a bloody head, was like a murderous devil walking out of hell.
"Run quickly, the leader has been killed."
"We are not opponents, let's run."
With a horrified sound, an Indonesian soldier stood up, and two, three, and more guys dropped their guns, got up, turned around, and started running back.
call.
He Zhenzhong took a deep breath, they won this war.
"First company, quick, start the tank."
"Second Company, control the self-propelled artillery."
"Others who can move, follow me and don't let them stop."
"yes."
Those who still had the strength to move all changed their guns and followed He Zhenzhong in pursuit of the fleeing Indonesian soldiers, just like chasing ducks...