my battlefield my company

Chapter 270 Corpse Legion
When explosions sounded continuously from the commanding heights by the German river, Zhao Fugui, an experienced man, knew that the Allied forces must have launched a massive attack.

Zhao Fugui, who is as stable as an old dog, led Zhong Jiagen and the others, and set fire to more than a dozen small buildings, causing a lot of panic in the hearts of the German devils.

Now, the speed of igniting the small building must be accelerated to make the German devils more nervous and cause more riots among them.

Zhao Fugui is very proud, this arson is his specialty, coupled with the concealment skills he learned when he was a bandit, he is like a fish in water in the German devils' camp, and arson is a joy, if it is not for the body In the enemy's position, he had already sang aloud a song often sung by the chief, "Who can resist in 20 years!"

Shao Daguo and the others admired Zhao Laojiao's endless methods of arson. They all thought that he was indeed a bandit, and the banditry he showed while bowing his waist during the fire prevention did not look like a good man.

Zhao Fugui didn't know the achievements he had made. He was being slandered by his three soldiers at this time. With Shao Daguo and enough money, Liao Baotian came to a small building that looked old. From behind the curtains, he could see Looking at the small buildings that were lit by them, many German devils were attracted: "Yeah, you bastards, you still want to catch labor, don't be so dreamy!"

Suddenly, lying at the window on the west side of the small building, looking into the distance, Qiangushi showed fear in his eyes, and stammered, "Zhao Zhaozhao...platoon leader, that...the one from over there... yes yes yes ...It's a human or a ghost..."

Zhao Fugui suddenly became angry, and when did the soldiers he led become cowards, he cursed in a low voice without turning his head: "Little bastard, have you been mad at running away, even people and ghosts?" Can’t tell the difference? German devils are living ghosts!”

As soon as Zhao Fugui finished speaking, Shao Daguo, who was curiously walking to Qiangoushi, who was looking out, also stammered suddenly: "Old dog Zhao Zhao Zhao Zhao (pick), over there... the German devil who came by... Is it... is it a human or a ghost..."

"These two little bastards, are they trying to make me angry..."

Zhao Fugui was talking, but he saw Liao Baotian standing in the middle of the house, looking straight at the west.

Zhao Fugui couldn't help but follow Liao Baotian's eyes, and looked at the window where Qian Goshi and Shao Daguo were standing. Wherever he saw, his heart suddenly tightened, his eyes shrank, and he was almost sucked into the cold air in his lungs. Choke.

Looking along the window, in the mist seven or eighty meters away to the west, a group of strange soldiers in German uniforms came. Their walking postures were very weird and unique. They looked like a group of dead bodies walking, step by step, staggering forward.

Zhao Fugui's eyes narrowed again, he took a few steps lightly, and pushed his palms apart, pushing Shao Daguo and Qian Goshi who were standing dumbfounded by the window to the two sides, then stretched out his hand to close the curtain, his hands trembling slightly, stretched out his index finger to press on the curtain. On the corner of his lips, he looked around the three of them and made a gesture of not speaking.

The three nodded, their faces ugly.

Zhao Fugui slowly opened the curtains, and the group of devil soldiers approached.

The soldier walking in the front was actually missing half of his head, and the messy hair on the other half of his head was floating in the mist. The shocking wound on his head was covered with black blood, which extended to his chin.

At this moment, Zhao Fugui seemed to have forgotten to breathe.

The walking posture of this half-headed soldier is very strange, the knees are not bent, like a big compasses, two stiff legs, stepping forward in turn, the surviving eye looks coldly forward, and the two arms Open, staggering forward.

Behind the half-headed German devil, there is a long line of soldiers who can't see the head at a glance, and can't see the head because of the fog, and there are more fearsome soldiers like him.

Zhao Fugui was choked by the chill in his heart, and choked out four words from his throat: "Army of corpses."

There was panic in his voice.

Standing behind Zhao Fugui and looking out, Shao Daguo felt as if he was falling into an ice cellar when he saw this scene. He subconsciously took off the M1 rifle from his shoulder and was about to pull the bolt when Zhao Fugui held him down. hands.

Zhao Fugui shook his head towards Shao Daguo, closed the curtains, pressed his fingers to his lips again, made a solemn movement, and looked around Qianshoushi, Liao Baotian.

At this moment, Zhao Fugui suddenly felt that he didn't have the confidence to face such a group of corpses without following Officer Yan.

Facing abnormal monsters, the more people feel fear, the more they want to find out.

Zhao Fugui gently opened the curtain again, so, together with Shao Daguo, enough money, and Liao Baotian, the four of them looked out along the gap in the curtain.

As the army of corpses approached, their faces became clearer and more terrifying.

Now Zhao Fugui and the four can be sure that these corpses are dead German soldiers.

Every dead soldier has fatal wounds on his body.

Some bodies were missing an arm, and the severed arm was covered with bones, and the brown flesh was dragging, staring at the front with terrifying eyes, walking stiffly, keeping pace with other dead bodies.

Some dead bodies had a big hole in their chests blasted out by bullets, and half of their hearts were clearly visible inside. What made people feel horrified and puzzling was that half of their hearts were still beating slightly after being blasted out.

The abdomen of some dead bodies was cut open by shrapnel, and the internal organs were clearly visible, which made people want to vomit involuntarily.

There are still corpses with only one leg left, and his other broken leg is used as a crutch by him to move forward.

The dead corpses moved with stiff steps, their movements seemed slow, but they were actually advancing at an astonishing speed. In the fog that gradually became thinner and finer, their military uniforms that looked a little bigger fluttered, looking very evil.

Watching the army of corpses getting closer and closer behind the curtain, Zhao Fugui didn't dare to breathe out, his forehead was covered with cold sweat. He knew that bullets might not be effective in the face of such a group of monsters.

Suddenly, a soldier of the corpse army appeared in front of Zhao Fugui.

This soldier of the corpse army was the German soldier who woke up in the morgue not long ago and was killed after being forced to confess by Zhao Fugui.

Zhao Fugui's eyes were fixed on the knife wound on the chest of the dead soldier.This incision was made by him with a bayonet. Now, the blood on the wound is still fresh red, and his hair is wet, and some parts are covered with a thin layer of ice.

This is undoubtedly the wounded soldier he stabbed to death with a bayonet. Zhao Fugui's legs are a little weak. This group of corpses is actually composed of the corpses in the German morgue.

So, how are those brothers on the third floor doing now?Thinking of this, Zhao Fugui felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar...

Could it be that the brothers from the Independent Company and the E Company hidden on the third floor were all...

Suddenly, a black shadow sprang out from the small building where the four of Zhao Fugui lived, and there was a loud noise.

At the same time, the dead soldier who was stabbed to death by Zhao Fugui and whose blood was still fresh and red suddenly raised his head and looked towards the window of the small building.

(End of this chapter)