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Chapter 854 In Progress: Charge ([-])

He raised his sleeves and wiped the blood from his face.

Then he shook it hard a few times. I don't know if it was because of the shock wave of the explosion, or it hit the stone. Anyway, it was his head that was buzzing now.

After feeling a little more awake, Feng Hua ignored the severe pain in her body and tried to get up with her hands on the ground.

But it was also with such an action that he discovered that a large part of his body below the waist had completely lost consciousness.

Instinctively, Feng Huahui touched his lower back; as a result, he felt wet warm blood on the lumbar vertebrae.

There is no doubt that it was this critical wound that caused the paralysis of his lower body.

Let him lose the ability to move at this critical moment.

With great anger and unwillingness in his heart, Feng Huahui slammed his right fist on the ground; with too much force, the phalanges were bruised with blood.

Damn it!Instead of paralyzing like this, he might as well just die.

At this moment, a sentence came to my ears: "Forget it, brother, you have done your best, now lie down and rest."

The person who said such a sentence was naturally Hu Biao, a dead cripple; this was also the only comfort he gave to Fenghuahui.

The next second later, he crossed the Fenghuahui on the ground and continued to rush forward with one deep kick and one shallow kick.

Everyone in the other teams didn't even offer a word of comfort and crossed the Fenghuahui on the ground; no one lowered their head to help this teammate, and no one took him to continue charging forward.

It's not that they are heartless, it's that they can't.

no way!The remaining people, if they don't want to be killed by these blooming bombs, may die even worse.

Because after firing once from a position hundreds of meters away, the Yin army gunners were already loading shotgun shells under the gunner's roar.

If this thing really wants to greet each other, even if they deliberately distance themselves from each other, they can still knock them down like an iron broom.

Therefore, they must rush forward as soon as possible and get involved with the lobster soldiers on the battle line.

There is certainly nothing wrong with the choice made by Hu Biao and others.

But after everyone surpassed him, Fenghua gritted his teeth and grabbed the ground with both hands, following the charging figures of his teammates, and crawled forward little by little.

The severe blood loss on his body and the overwhelming feeling of weakness in his head actually made Fenghuahui realize that he probably wouldn't be able to climb very far.

But so what? Is the saying that "Xuan Ge Camp has progress but no retreat" just a talk?

As long as he has a breath left, he will not stop trying to move forward.

Therefore, including those who were attracted from the surrounding area during the singing, now there are [-] to [-] people watching from the surrounding location.

This figure lying on the ground and crawling slowly left a string of extremely dazzling and clear blood stains on the ground.

After seeing such a scene, everyone shut their mouths tightly, but the fire in their hearts burned stronger and stronger...

*****
"My ancestors bless me and help me to rush farther. It is best to rush to the front of the formation of these foreign devils before I die."

When the earth kept retreating rapidly under my feet, the familiar and scalding hot wind from the summer in eastern Guangdong hit me head-on on my cheeks.

Cross was in his mouth, muttering like this.

At the same time, this little brother moved his legs desperately and ran at the fastest speed in his life.

Even this semi-rookie who joined the team in the last mission has gradually surpassed many veterans, and now he has rushed to the front line, and has been far ahead.

To be able to have such a dazzling performance, not only is this a modern person, but he is also a college cyclist himself.

After throwing away the bicycle, he was still able to run at an astonishing speed just by relying on his strong thighs.

A more important reason is that he asked himself that as a native of Yangcheng, there are many things that are currently called "obligatory".

The moment he rushed down from the mountain, he decided to die.

Today, in a situation where many team members and the people of Yangcheng are destined to die, he must do something.

After much deliberation, the only thing he could do was to die before these people.Because only in this way can he be worthy of the great kindness he received from being raised by such a land, land and the people living there.

After all, among the 10,000+ people at the foot of the mountain, there might be many ancestors of their family.

Before dying, the only thing Shizi looked forward to in his heart was to open a hole in the Yin Army's defense line so that others could die less.

So with such a determination to die, Cross, a semi-rookie, broke out; he actually rushed to the forefront of the team.

I don’t know how much time passed, maybe only a minute or two, maybe more.

When Cross felt that his chest was rising and falling violently like a broken bellows, he finally rushed to a position 100 meters in front of the battle line composed of one or two companies of lobster soldiers.

Such a musket is about to enter the opponent's hand and is within the effective shooting range.

He clearly saw a command sword being swung down, and at the same time, the faint sound of "Fire~" filled with fear reached his ears.

Before a muzzle flash of gunfire lit up in front of him, he instinctively turned his head and blocked the wooden shield on his left hand between his head and face.

After the general made such an action, the wooden shield on his left hand shook, and two bullet holes were punched out.

Fortunately, the nearest one of the deformed lead bullets was about ten centimeters away from his head. It flew directly past and both shots were missed.

Unfortunately, a large piece of flying sawdust hit his face with such force that his face was disfigured on the spot.

At the same time, my stomach felt like it was hit hard by a big hammer.

Due to the distance, this shot probably did not penetrate the tattered heavy armor on his body, but the huge force caused him to instinctively tighten his legs even as he ran.

But even so, the cross that slowed down in the next second still did not slow down, and even moved faster.

Because he knew that this round of gunfire was just an appetizer.

As they continued to move forward, the most difficult time came when the muskets in the hands of the lobster soldiers fired more accurately and were powerful enough to penetrate their armor.

Two seconds later, the cross was only 50 meters away from the lobster soldiers' battle line.

As the first row of lobster soldiers knelt down after firing, the second row of lobster soldiers took quick aim and pulled the fingertip trigger again.

I don’t know if the ancestors of Shizi’s family really blessed this kid.

After a burst of white smoke rose, dense bullets flew around him, but not a single shot hit him.

Unfortunately, others are not so lucky.

There was a heavy muffled sound next to him. It was a soldier who still ran a hardware store in the modern plane. This veteran of the team, who was like an old scalper, fell heavily to the ground in front of him.

There is an obvious bullet hole on the bridge of the nose that is twisted to this side.

After another second and a half, Cross finally rushed to a distance of about 30 meters from the lobster soldier battle line; and then he had to stop.

If possible, he would naturally want to rush forward further.

With his professional knowledge as an athlete, he knew that the men's record for the 5-kilogram shot put should be 23.12 meters away.

If he used his internal strength, his arm strength would naturally be stronger than that of the record breaker, but whether he could throw the explosive package into the battle line of the lobster soldiers was still uncertain.

But after the lobster soldiers in the second row squatted down, the muskets in the third row were raised again.

This gave Cross an intuition that if he didn't throw it now, he would have no chance to throw it.

Pushing his legs on the ground, his fingers spread apart naturally, his thumbs and palms were placed on the explosive bag, and the cross was in a professional posture for throwing a discus.

The moment Xinshou pulled the fuse, another burst of gunfire rang out.

This time, Cross never had such good luck, and blood splattered in many places on his chest and abdomen.

Before the strength in his body subsided like a tide, Shizi shouted a cordial greeting of "Foreign devils, I am your mother", and at the same time threw the smoking explosive bag in his hand...

(End of this chapter)