Sword life

Chapter 33 Life and death are unpredictable
The T34 crushed a bloody road again. Halfway through the kill, a loud noise came from the bottom of the vehicle, and the whole tank jumped up.

The little devil was so brave that he rushed under the tank with the explosives on his back, endured the severe pain of being crushed, and detonated the explosives.

The T34 made a harsh friction sound, and continued to move forward by virtue of inertia, but the track on the left broke, and the entire car body suddenly tilted to the left, and hit the wall with its head.

The hard blue brick wall did not stop the 34 to [-] ton behemoth. The T[-] just paused for a moment, and then easily broke through the wall. Hold the momentum.

"Tie Zhu, how are you?" Zhang Gang's body was far superior to that of ordinary people. At the moment of the impact, he had already supported the edge of the tank with his hands and feet. Although it was bumpy, he was not injured at all.

"Head, I'm a little dizzy. I bumped my head just now. It's okay. I'll get better after a while. I still have to fight devils with the leader!" Tie Zhu's voice was a little weak.

Zhang Gang's eyes were like lightning, and he had seen everything clearly a long time ago. The T34's driving stick was deeply inserted into Tie Zhu's abdomen, and came out from his back, and strands of blood flowed into the cockpit along the stick.

"Tie Zhu, if you have anything unfinished, you can tell me." Zhang Gang choked up.

"Team leader, I have a mother, Zhenbao, please help her!" After Tie Zhu finished speaking, he looked up at Zhang Gang, his eyes full of expectation.

"Okay, Tie Zhu, I will definitely find her, and then adopt a child, and burn paper for your grave every year." Zhang Gang said firmly.

"Thank you." Tie Zhu smiled gratifiedly, and let go in one breath, his eyes were loose.

Zhang Gang was full of anger, when he heard a voice above his head, he immediately punched the car door flying, and he rushed out of the tank as fast as a cheetah.

Gunshots continued, Zhang Gang felt pain in his left arm, his muscles tensed immediately, and he clamped a 6.5mm rifle bullet between his arms.

Might as well not tense up, fool, and let the rifle bullet go through!

Zhang Gang scolded himself for being stupid, his arm muscles relaxed, and then tensed again, a deformed bullet was squeezed out abruptly, and fell to the ground with a jingle!
Is this still human?Zhang Gang pushed his feet hard, jumped seven or eight meters, and met a small group of devils.

"Baga!" This group of little devils was taken aback, and then formed into groups of twos and threes, some of them wanted to pin Zhang Gang head-on, and the other little devils divided into two groups, trying to outflank Zhang Gang.

Zhang Gang was furious in his chest, scratched from behind, and took out a wrought-iron point steel gun, not bothering to assassinate these little devils, and with one round of the spear, he directly smashed six or seven little devils in the middle.

The other little devils saw that they were in a bad situation and wanted to run away, but Zhang Gang caught up with him. He swung his spear round as a war hammer, and pulled all these little devils down.

After killing these little devils, Zhang Gang suddenly felt palpitations, without thinking, he kicked the ground hard, and dodged towards the corner of the wall like a cheetah.

While the person was still in the air, a Type [-] artillery shell hit over, exploded at the wall, and a barrage of death spread around.

Zhang Gang gritted his teeth, the iron-pointed steel gun wheel was impermeable to the wind and rain, and the jingle blocked a few shrapnel, the iron-plated gun was broken into two pieces, and Zhang Gang's tiger's mouth burst, bleeding from all seven orifices.

Puff!Puff, a dozen pieces of shrapnel pierced Zhang Gang's body, and a cloud of blood mist exploded, dyeing him blood red all over.

boom!Zhang Gang fell heavily against the wall, and a mouthful of blood couldn't help but spurt out, but his heart was surprisingly calm.

Although he was brushed aside by a 70mm shell, he is not dead yet, and his health and luck are already against the sky.

Zhang Gang slapped the high-grade bandage backhand, Zhang Gang felt a little better, heard footsteps in his ears, exchanged ten offensive grenades without thinking, and threw them out in one breath.

The sound of the explosion mixed with the air waves, rolling up smoke and dust, drowning out the screams!

[You killed five elite Japanese soldiers, reward 1000 points! 】

[You killed 2600 elite Japanese soldiers, reward [-] points! 】

One guy gained 1 points, which killed more than 60 little devils in one fell swoop!
These little devils are really not afraid of death. They charged in groups just after the bombardment, and they deserved to be killed by Lao Tzu!

The sound of gunshots and cannons became indistinct in the smoke and dust. Zhang Gang took a deep breath, squirmed his muscles, and ejected some shrapnel.

There is no other way to deal with the deeper ones. We can only ignore them for the time being and deal with them when we have time.A chill came, and Zhang Gang patted on another high-grade bandage, feeling slightly better.

At this moment, there was a sound of shouting and killing from outside the wall, the unique crisp sound of the big eight grains flicking the clips rang out intensively, and the screams of the little devil kept ringing out.

In street fighting, semi-automatic rifles have an overwhelming advantage over bolt-action rifles.

Not long after, Zhang Dabiao came out of the hole, regardless of his own safety, and shouted loudly: "Leader, leader, where are you!"

"I'm here!" Zhang Gang replied, his voice was hoarse and scary, and he was taken aback.

"Head, you are not dead, you really scared me to death!" Zhang Dabiao glanced at Zhang Gang, and suddenly stopped talking.

The blood man in front of him had scars all over his body, and some shrapnel fragments were deeply embedded in his body.

With such an injury, ordinary people will die even if they have one, but Zhang Gang has been wounded dozens of times, and he can continue to fight, which is amazing!

"Captain."

"Well, it's a war, it's so tragic, it's as if I'm dead." Zhang Gang smiled, pulled out the shrapnel from his calf, tied it with a bandage, clamped it with a splint, and slowly stood up with one leg hard.

Time is running out. Although the Death Squad temporarily gained the upper hand with the high rate of fire of the big eight grains, the Little Devils garrison has been battle-tested and is gradually regaining its disadvantage by virtue of its manpower advantage.

Zhang Dabiao's eyes were red, and he directly clicked a block: "Zheng Bajin, you bring a platoon to guard here, and you can't let a little devil come over."

"Yes, I promise to complete the task!" A platoon leader saluted solemnly. Both of them knew that this was the last time they met.

At the same time, Wei Dayong also encountered trouble at the railway station eight miles away.

The remnants of the train station huddled on the edge of the station platform, relying on the warehouse to resist stubbornly, and when they were about to eliminate this enemy, the 35th Regiment had already killed them!
The 35th regiment had a large number of people. Wei Dayong and others robbed the arsenal. Each person had a submachine gun with strong firepower. The two sides fought hard.

However, as the follow-up troops of the 35th Wing arrived one after another, Wei Dayong and others gradually fell into a disadvantage.

(End of this chapter)