Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

The battle came sooner than everyone expected in the wooden house. When the sky was first seen and the parachute was found, these Nazis were still quite far away from the wooden house. After landing in the mountain forest, ordinary people would have to find the wooden house at least 15 to 20. Minutes of time, combined with the bad weather of the storm, usually takes half an hour to reach the wooden house. However, it takes no more than ten minutes for the old man to distribute weapons and build a simple defensive position. The enemy has already rushed to the wooden house. As a result, it seemed that the two old men's judgments on these Nazis were extremely accurate. They did not have the idea of ​​abundant time to prepare for the battle.

When the grenade exploded, the young people all saw the Nazis outside the window from their own perspectives — wearing military coats, gas masks, black gloves and black boots, all covering their skin. He has an iron "卐" card on his chest, and there are no other decorations such as military rank badges. The explosive flames and air waves ripped open the rain curtain and swept the Nazi at once. However, when his figure disappeared, the young man in the wooden house could not judge whether it was engulfed by the explosion or had left the explosion area. .

The old man who first launched the attack rolled on the ground, and the bullet that penetrated the wooden wall rubbed a young man's cheek, scaring him to pale. Another old man shot blindly from the bunker built by the sack. Although the enemy cannot be seen, from the standpoint of the attack suspension, the enemy probably has left the position. The initial crossfire didn't seem to fall down, it was colorful, but the expression of the old people was more tense, because although the young people in other positions were holding firearms, this collision has proved that they are difficult to make a difference. The old man tumbling on the ground climbed up, inspected the bullet holes penetrating through the wooden wall on the other side, and said to the old man, Shen Sheng, "It is a gunpowder weapon."

"It's really good news." The old man hiding behind the sack bunker took a cigarette and lit it, and the oil lamp shone on his face, but it was full of shadows: "These guys make such an exaggerated airship. Also It means that they have also made great breakthroughs in individual weapon technology. With gunpowder weapons, our gap is not too big. "

"What happened just now? Did we kill that guy?" A young cowboy girl asked nervously.

"No, their most powerful place ..." Before the old man finished speaking, he immediately stopped his voice and motioned the others not to speak. Then everyone heard, and there seemed to be footsteps on the roof. But soon he was overwhelmed by the sound of the storm. Then, there was a sound of something sliding against the ground outside the house. The sound of the wood swaying in the rain also made people feel a little different from peace. These sounds, which are imperceptible without attention, outline a fragmented imagination in everyone's heart. People can not help but lift the heart.

"Damn it!" The old man's voice couldn't help but raise a little. He knew what he was facing. It was almost impossible to suppress his voice to try to cover up his position. "They are playing with us!"

"Playing?" The young man on the other side repeated dubiously.

"These guys are like ghosts unless they can be seen with their eyes. The sounds we hear are all made by them on purpose." Another old man explained with a hazy expression.

"Is it possible to be a tactic?" Another young man asked.

"Impossible!" Said the old man firmly: "You haven't played with them, otherwise you won't think that way. They have the ability to rush in directly. There is no need to make a mystery."

"But we built a position!" The cowboy-dressed girl yelled in disbelief: "they dare to rush in and eat a gun, maybe they are just to confuse us and ensure foolproof."

"No, even if they attack, they have the ability to ensure that they will not be harmed. Even if they are hurt, they will have no loss as long as they don't die. Their recovery ability is beyond imagination." The old man Shen Sheng said.

"We can hit their heads directly. It's like hunting!" The young man with a strong body who was silent on the other side was a little dissatisfied. "My accurate head is good. As long as I hit the head, everything is over. Now. "

The old man glanced at him, and sighed: "That's how you can hit his head and say it, and. Even if it hits his head ..." Compared with education, it is a bit outrageous. Young people have never been to World War II. Those terrible battles have deliberately disguised some truths by historical readers. No normal person would think that it is a good thing to reveal the abilities that demon-like guys really possess. In order to maintain a relatively stable order after the war, let ordinary people know that this is an ordinary world is the best. When the mysterious Nazis are deliberately reduced and the mysterious aura is presented to the world, they can stimulate people's anger and resistance to those evil ones to the greatest extent. Even so, in the past half century, people who searched for Nazi secrets and heritage still do not know how many, and the social unrest caused by their actions can only be disclosed after repeated cover-ups.

The evil Nazis obtained extraordinary evil abilities by evil means. However, no matter how to use "evil" to modify, the desire of human beings to pursue life change must be far beyond the rationality of resisting order maintenance. If we only have extraordinary power, then human beings at most destroy the old order and promote an order suitable for this power. The order itself is only a change and will not disappear. However, the power of the Nazis and the means of gaining power were completely extinct. When they destroyed other people, they also destroyed themselves. Their own order will be destroyed together with themselves after destroying other orders. It is precisely because of this that today ’s United Nations will unite to fight against the Nazis in the middle and late World War II.

Now that the Nazis are making a comeback, the elderly believe that their essence will never change. Now these guys have room to breathe for themselves and others, probably just want to play with their prey. They have n’t fought on this land for too long. The area of ​​this battlefield is small, and they are very weak, but For them, it ’s like a long-awaited appetizer, swallowing it.

There were footsteps coming, and in the dense rain and the uproar of the woods, these footsteps were as clear and audible as percussion on the steel plate. Anyone with a little idea knows. This is definitely not normal. Someone couldn't help but want to look out of the window, but the old man immediately shouted, "Retreat, come back to me!" His voice hadn't dropped yet, and the bullet penetrated the viewer's calf. Cries, the body seems to have lost strength. Suddenly fell to the ground, the pain of being shot was stronger than he thought.

At the same time, the majestic young man who was already tense already immediately estimated his position to fight back. He fired five shots in a row, but the enemies outside did not fight back. then. He put away his gun and left his position, trying to drag the wounded back. The old man's lips moved, but he still didn't stop him. He knew that the young man was stupid, but no one here was a professional soldier. Once the other party is prevented from bailing out the companion, the team's just-condensed heart will be strongly hit. Moreover, young people are not without opportunities. If the enemy still holds the idea of ​​playing with himself and others, it should not be stopped.

However, he still guessed wrong. The young man who had been injured in the calf again made a twisted cry, which was no longer a scream because of pain, but something more unexpected. The majestic young man just grabbed his hand and dragged it back. However, an opposite force came suddenly, and instead he made a stagger forward. I saw the injured young man's foot seemed to be caught by something, dragged back suddenly, and used his injured foot to drill a hole in the wooden wall. In the sound of the surging rain, everyone heard the sound of the broken bones of the injured, which was more chilling than screaming.

No one can see clearly what grabbed the injured person's leg. Because there is a wooden wall between there and the outside, the injured person's leg is hardly penetrated by the hole, the sharp edge cuts the injured leg, and he has been pulling his thigh completely out of the wooden wall. The screams of the injured made women want to cover their ears. The sound was like a sharp blade, drawn in the hearts of everyone, like a curse, to make everyone feel the pain.

The strong young man had sufficient arm strength, but he still could not resist the force that dragged the injured from the other side. He shouted angrily, his face flushed. The screams of the wounded person gradually weakened, his eyes lost, his tears flowing across his face, and he kept saying, "Save me, save me." Others came back to God and kept firing guns outside the wall, but the enemy I do n’t know where to hide, or how the other party caught the injured. All the shootings did not bring news-this is bad news.

The two old men glanced at each other, one nodded, the other made up his mind and suddenly turned out of the window over the injured person. Before, everyone failed to see anything from that window, but in this old man Immediately after flipping out, a fuzzy shadow moved. At the same time, the sound of the crossfire and the firelight rushed several times. The old listener staying in the room suddenly stood up and pulled the trigger in one direction. The majestic young man who tried to rescue the wounded suddenly felt resistant to his own strength, allowing him to drag the wounded back into the bunker.

The old man outside shouted a few times, and the others in the house immediately followed his instructions and shot intensively in one direction. Although no effect was felt, the old man's figure had reappeared in the window and he was eager to turn back inside. The two young men stepped forward to answer, but before they met the old man, his body was suddenly dragged back by something, leaving the young man empty.

"Damn it!" The old man staying in the house rushed to the window with one arrow, desperately shooting out. However, the old man outside was dragged further and further away. No one could see exactly what grabbed him, but only felt that there must be something in the shadow of that sensation. The towed old man grabbed his body and tried to release the gun, but his hands were immediately suspended, and the whole person was suspended in midair, and then flew up.

At the next moment, his movements paused, his body fell to the ground, and he slid far away on the damp turf, while his head was glaring round, so he hung in midair. The appalling sight made the witness tremble, which was not only anger but also fear, because everything the old man encountered was so weird in the eyes of normal people. Only the old man inside the house roared, and fired a few shots in the direction of the head. After that, the dead man's head fell to the ground. The old man seemed to have lost his strength and his face was gray.

"Why, what's going on?" The girl with purple lipstick asked with trembling teeth.

"Steel wire." After everyone returned to the bunker in the center of the hall, the veteran faced his face and bit his teeth to explain: "They are intimidating us, drawing on our fear and anger. Those **** raised deliberately to kill old Pat, hang his head in the air. "

Although this is extremely irritating, this explanation is full of science, but it makes other people's expressions better, because the previous situation is really weird, it seems that some strange power killed the old man. . Science is knowable. Facing what is knowable is better than facing unknowable things. The young man's pale face glanced at each other, although there was no slight relief, but the fear in it was somewhat reduced.

The surviving old man looked at these changes in his eyes and sighed deeply in his heart, because he did not tell the truth completely. The old man's head was indeed cut by steel wire and then hung by the steel wire. The dark night concealed the existence of the steel wire, but the whole killing process was not as scientific as imagined. The Nazis possessed the extraordinary power of evil. For the elderly, this sentence is not a modification, nor is it just based on ethics.

But what about the truth? It will only make these young people more at a loss. The death of the old man. Suddenly more than he had imagined, it made him feel that these years of rest and recuperation did indeed weaken his body, ability and will too much. If you switch to yourself in World War II, you should be able to save old Pat? No, if Old Pat was still in World War II, he would definitely not be killed in such a simple way. It is true that the Nazis were all terrible guys who could fight a hundred-man company with their own strength, but. Veterans who survived the battlefield would never be killed by the enemy so easily. Judging from experience, there is only one enemy who shoots, and he is holding a despising mentality.

Although many "ifs" can be imagined in the mind, the truth is so cruel. The old man is gone, and the young man is weak. Everyone will die here. The old man affirmed his thoughts, but he thought that at least one Nazi must be killed. Completely defeated by the enemy. It is not allowed by his self-esteem as a veteran. If you can, kill two, one for yourself and one for your old friends. In an instant, he made a cruel plan in his heart, and the young people here will be used.

Anyway, these young people are just temporary guests. He and his family of friends stayed in the city. Although the Nazis appeared suddenly, the country must not be completely unresponsive. They could only pray that the family members would be lucky enough to escape.

The old man thought about it and glanced at the young man who was bandaging the wounded. There was a trace of intolerance in his eyes, but soon disappeared, and his eyes became cold and deep. He was immersed in memory, and seemed to hear the sound of blood flowing inside his body. This sound brought him back to the battlefield, the one who ran out of food, the arteries bleed, and lay on the cold land waiting for the dead himself-the remaining Nazi stagger Coming towards himself, he grasped a fragment tightly, preparing to make a final counterattack when he counterattacked.

As a result of that battle, the remaining Nazis were killed by their own reinforcements, and they were able to save themselves and survive. Now, that scene is rolling in the mind of the old man, as if letting his state move closer to that time-a weak body, a strong will, and, as if reversing the general keen intuition.

The memory of battle is emerging from every cell of him. The old man loosened his palm and no longer held the rifle so hard, leaned his body against the bunker, closed his eyes to listen to the sound, smelled the smell, and used every inch of the skin exposed to the air to perceive the message conveyed in the underworld . The sound of rain in the battlefield is gradually going away, and the screams of the wounded ca n’t stop this abnormally quiet coming. Www.readwn.com ~ is too serious. Without surgery, this leg will not be saved. . "The cowboy-dressed girl frowned and looked at the calf that was wounded badly. The girls other than her couldn't bear to look at the wound again."

"Down the mountain?" A young man smirked.

"Damn it!" The majestic young man thumped the sandbag hard: "The guys are really teasing us."

"It's coming!" The old man suddenly opened his eyes, knocked away the young people, and turned out of the bunker snuggle. The ceiling suddenly collapsed, and the wounded looked at the top with horror, only to see a figure descend from the sky. Only the old man shot at the first time, but it was useless. The young man thought that the bullet did not hit the other party, but the old man knew that it had indeed hit the other party, but it had no effect. Just like many years ago, ordinary bullets must be saturated and attacked in the correct position to cause enough damage.

"Retreat!" The old man shouted, "Retreat to the house!" He flung to the other side, and several bullet holes appeared in the place where he had stood. During this time, he raised his gun and extinguished the oil lamp, and the whole hall fell into darkness. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point () to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. Please read it for mobile users.)