my battlefield my company

Chapter 135

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This is the sound of the little devil walking up the stairs from the bottom of the bunker.

It turned out that these little devils didn't stay in the bunker and stood guard all the time, but walked up from the basement below the sand level in turn.

The luck of labor and management was really good, Yan Zhi secretly called it a fluke, if Zhao Laomao was able to unlock the lock just now, before he opened the door, he would be discovered by the little devil after hearing the sound, and then waited behind the door with a machine gun in his hand.

Since it is a bunker, at least there must be a crooked handle.

Everyone in the squad didn't dare to breathe, and stood motionless, listening to the little devil walking up to the bunker step by step wearing wooden clogs.

Yan Zhi made a gesture, and everyone dispersed around the bunker, gritting their teeth and sticking to the wall.

As soon as his back touched the wall, Yan Zhi grinned, the wall is really hot, at least sixty degrees.

Nalan Xinghui was beside Yan Zhi, her back was leaning on the back of one hand, she knew it was Yan Zhi's hand, she didn't speak, just bit her chapped lower lip unconsciously, looked at distance.

The three American soldiers were a little fat. They tried their best to stick their bodies against the wall, and they had to suck their stomachs, so as not to be discovered by the devils because of their protruding bellies.

Suddenly, water droplets fell in front of Zhao Fugui.

Standing on his left and right sides, Wu Zhonghua and Fang You covered their mouths at the same time to prevent themselves from laughing out loud.

Zhao Fugui could only curse in his heart, this is the little devil of Gou Ri peeing, he could only lean against the wall and move as far as possible to the side.

Finally, in the bunker, the sound of clogs "quack, quack" was heard again, coming from top to bottom along the stone ladder. When they reached the level of the sand surface, the sound of clogs went underground and then disappeared.

Zhao Fugui gritted his teeth and said to Yan Zhi: "Sir, can you catch this little devil later and leave it to me?"

Yan Zhi deliberately said, "Why?"

Fang You and Wu Zhonghua snickered.

Zhao Fugui held back for a long time and said: "Sir, just now I heard that the little devil in the bunker was wearing clogs, and walked a total of thirty steps from the top of the bunker to the surface of the sand, and then walked down ten steps from the level of the sand surface. "

Yan Zhi, Wu Zhonghua, Fang You, the three of them were confused at the same time.Old Mr. Zhao, he actually counted how many steps the little devil took, and successfully changed the subject.

"This bunker is about ten meters high. The devil walked thirty steps from top to bottom, which means that three steps are one meter. From the level of the sand surface, he walked ten steps. That is to say, the little devil In the basement about three meters below the sand surface.

Zhao Fugui looked up at the wall of the bunker as he said: "This bunker is airtight everywhere. If the little devil lives in the bunker, he will be suffocated to death in such a hot day."

Yan Zhi, Wu Zhonghua, and Fang You all looked at each other, and Zhao Laojiao was really careful, and the old soldier's oil was really not a bragging, and the old oil stick came in handy at the critical moment.According to his calculations, the little devil is three meters away from the basement, so that the team can find a way to deal with it in advance.

But the most important thing at present is how to open this door.All eyes were on Zhao Fugui.

Suddenly, Zhao Fugui knelt on the ground and kowtowed to a crumbling corpse in front of him.

Everyone froze, is this old man Zhao crazy? Does he want to ask the dead to help him open the door?

After Zhao Fugui kowtowed four times, he picked up a human leg bone and put it on the ground. He clasped his hands together and muttered something: "This uncle or aunt, brother or sister, something happened suddenly today, so I can only borrow your body." Use it, I'm also here to avenge you, if you know, don't blame me, if you want to blame you, blame the little devil who killed you."

Matt Beckholt, Ed Sanchez, El Robles, Ava, the four Americans didn't know what Zhao Fugui was doing kowtowing and muttering, so they asked Nalan Xinghui.

Nalan Xinghui didn't know how to translate it better because she didn't know what Zhao Fugui was going to do next.

Jump God?
pray?

It's okay to pray, but it will take a little longer to explain what is the dance.

No one knew what Zhao Fugui wanted to do.

I saw Zhao Fugui pull out the dagger from the scabbard on his calf, and in less than a minute, pressed the dagger with his palm, and forcibly cut a small piece of bone from that leg bone. Under his gaze, he took a small piece of bone in his hand, and with a sharp dagger, cut out an oval-shaped slender strip in two or three strokes.

Zhao Fugui's technique was very creepy, and the slight sound made by the dagger scraping the bone was even more creepy.

Yan Zhi didn't know whether to praise Zhao Fugui or despise him.

Zhao Fugui put the dagger back into the scabbard, held the "key" and squinted it in front of his eyes a few times. He blew two breaths of "Puff puff" to blow off the fine bone dross, and said "It's done" and stood up.

The four Americans were cold-blooded, whoever said that the Chinese soldiers didn't stand up bravely, I promise I won't kill you, this kind of sloppy and wretched Mr. Zhao was cold-blooded and made people feel cold-blooded.

Before, Ed Sanchez, Joel Robles, and Matt Baker were ridiculed by Zhao Fugui twice, and each of them felt a thousand dissatisfaction in their hearts. They all wanted to find a chance to clean up this old man Zhao when they returned to the war zone. At this moment, looking at Zhao Fugui's eyes when he was blowing his bones, the three of them felt scared in their hearts. How dare they provoke Zhao Laojiao? I just hope that Zhao Laojiao doesn't care about him. When the three of them first started, they satirized Chinese soldiers for being thin Can't run those few words anymore.

Zhao Fugui straightened up, stretched out his hand and pulled off the devil's military uniform on Ma Ben's head, which was used to shade the sun, wrapped it around the iron lock a few times, then pulled the clothes on Wu Zhonghua's head, and wrapped it around the lock bolt a few times to ensure that Even if you miss it, the lock and the deadbolt will not make a sound when they meet.

Wu Zhonghua and Ma Ben stared at each other with big eyes, dumbfounded, why doesn't this bastard, Mr. Zhao, use the clothes on his own head?

Zhao Fugui held the big iron lock in one hand, and the "key" in the other hand. Without looking at the lock cylinder, he rubbed his little finger on the lock cylinder to confirm the position, and lightly pinched the "key" with his thumb, index finger, and middle finger. , patiently and gently insert into the lock cylinder.

Everyone didn't dare to show their anger, for fear that they would disturb Mr. Zhao.

This "key" is too brittle.

Zhao Fugui squinted his eyes, muttered some bird language that no one could understand, and shook the "key" with his wrist. Judging by his expression, he seemed to be very satisfied with the "key" he made. After he let out a long breath, he gently moved his wrist forward, pinched the "key" with three fingers and twisted it slightly.

"Clap!"

The lock cylinder wrapped in clothes made an almost inaudible sound.

The lock is open.

Zhao Fugui didn't speak, and casually held the "key" in the corner of his mouth, and wiped the sweat from his temples to shake it out.

"hiss!"

A cold air went straight to the stomach, and there was an urge to vomit.

Nalan Xinghui and Ai Wa had already covered their mouths.

And the three American soldiers bit their fists, trying to control the urge to vomit.

Wu Zhonghua, Ma Ben, Fang You, Xu Zheyou and other soldiers of Brotherhood all gave Zhao Fugui their thumbs up.

This bastard really has a few strokes, and from the way he holds the bone in his mouth, it can be seen that he is ruthless.Although this guy usually looks a bit old-fashioned, sloppy, and looks a bit wretched, but he is definitely a ruthless character who does not show his true nature.

As for Nie Yuanfeng, Hong Long, and Liu Yunfei, the three of them were full of admiration in their eyes.In the past, they believed that the independent company was a group of stragglers with no combat effectiveness, either prisoners, deserters, or former bandits.

However, after two days of fighting side by side with the Independence Company, Nie Yuanfeng and the others looked at this group of death row prisoners, deserters, and bandits with admiration. Each of them had their own shortcomings and unique skills. After kneading together the turnips and the essence, it becomes an invincible weapon.

The four fingers of Zhao Fugui's left hand were pressing on the lock bolt, and with his thumb up, he placed the space between the lock and the lock bolt. Then he gently removed the big iron lock from the lock bolt with his right hand without making a sound.

Everyone benefits in one breath.

Zhao Fugui waved his hand behind him.

All the soldiers immediately moved aside, some gently pulled out the speed machine, and some directly pulled out the center bayonet.

(End of this chapter)