Eight hundred and sixtieth chapters the end of the Vietnamese army
The Vietnamese charging team began to retract, losing air superiority and no cover for their positions. In front of fighter planes and armed helicopters, they had no other option but to die. Baidu Search
In the middle of the battlefield.
"kill."
A figure covered in blood roared loudly and rushed towards a Vietnamese soldier who was retreating hastily.
call.
The cold light suddenly appeared, revealing a heart-stopping coldness.
puff.
The already chipped head pierced the guy's right arm fiercely, and warm blood splashed out, like spring water, gurgling out.
Boom.
The figure fell to the ground together with the Vietnamese guy.
"kill."
Wow.
His body crawled across the stone-strewn ground, leaving a dazzling trail of blood. His right hand and left knee had been shot through by bullets, and a large piece of flesh and blood was torn off his shoulder by a sniper bullet, leaving pale bones.
exposed.
The Vietnamese soldier lying on the ground with an injured right hand was completely frightened. These Chinese people are madmen, really madmen. They use their bodies to blow up tanks and counterattack their bullets. When the bullets are gone, they use their heads. This
What is he other than a madman? And this guy is so seriously injured now, and he is still trying desperately to kill him. How can he not be afraid?
"kill."
It seems that there is nothing else to say. There is only one word in the mouth of the bloody figure, firmness, revealing a chill that makes people palpitate, like a bayonet.