my battlefield my company

Chapter 290

Zhao Fugui turned around abruptly, and suddenly his soul flew away. He resisted the two legs that wanted to escape, held his breath, and stared at the two dead soldiers behind him who were also staring at him.

A powerful chill of death permeated behind him, chilling people's bones, like falling into an ice cellar.

Zhao Fugui survived countless times in the rain of bullets, climbed over the pile of dead people, and experienced the desert of death. Although he was not shocked at this time, his body stiffened in an instant. He knew that as long as he escaped at this time, he would not be able to run a few steps , will be surrounded by these dead soldiers, and the consequences can be imagined how sad it will be.

There are too many dead soldiers in this basement, and Zhao Fugui went deep into the hinterland of the dead soldiers.

Only now did Zhao Fugui clearly realize that this wave of his death-defying operations had brought him to the brink of death.

When he was a bandit in the mountains, fighting guerrillas, and sneak attacking devils, he met Xiong Xiazi once in the deep mountains and old forests.

At that time, the stinky hot air from Xiong Xiazi made him sick, and his tongue like a file licked the flesh on his face. And leave.

That time Zhao Fugui narrowly escaped death and returned to the cottage to recuperate for half a year before healed his physical and psychological wounds.

But now these dead soldiers are ten times more terrifying than Xiong Xiazi.

Died in the mouth of a blind bear, and finally turned into bear feces and pulled out. I am afraid that after being killed by a dead soldier, he will become disowned by his relatives and become the executioner who killed his brother. ruined.

Zhao Fugui held his breath tightly, rolled his eyes, and exposed the white eyeballs like two dead fish eyes. His eyeballs remained motionless, and he kept turning his head and face, looking at the two dead soldiers very stiffly.

At this time, if the soldiers of the independent company saw Zhao Fugui's pose, they would definitely think that he had become a dead soldier.

This pose is terrifying.

The scene where the dead and the living look at each other is too weird.

Zhao Fugui knew that he was too careless just now. When he looked at the water pool with a telescope, his limbs were not tense and looked too soft, which was incompatible with the stiff bodies of the dead soldiers around him. That's why the dead soldiers became suspicious.

Judging from the current situation, the two dead soldiers were only suspicious, and did not confirm that they were spies or fakes who came in to fish in troubled waters, or they would have ruined themselves long ago.

Zhao Fugui's eyes were staring a little stiffly, he could only hold on so hard that his eyes almost rolled out of their sockets, so as to keep them from blinking.

The two dead German soldiers, one of which was the rank of warrant officer, had its head blasted beyond recognition. A bullet entered his jaw and pierced obliquely out of his temple, leaving a canine-toothed gaping hole. There was a large wound, and there were a few irregular white bone residues scattered on the plasma condensed around the wound. He was tall and looked down at Zhao Fugui.

The skull of another dead soldier was sliced ​​open by shrapnel, and the brains were drained, leaving only a half-empty head and shriveled facial features. The eyeballs were protruding, the gums were shrinking, and the skin had turned into orange peels due to excessive bleeding. He stared at Zhao Fugui.

Although Zhao Fugui couldn't breathe, the deadly smell from the dead soldiers still penetrated into his lungs. When he first saw the two dead soldiers, the air he inhaled into his lungs had that foul smell , I still hold it in my lungs and dare not spit it out!
The death warrant officer stared at Zhao Fugui's right cheek with eyes like a dead fish, and his cold nose almost touched Zhao Fugui's nose.

Zhao Fugui could only continue to hold his breath. He judged that this German corpse warrant officer wanted to test whether he was breathing.

This is so frightening. A dead person actually knows to detect whether the other party is breathing to judge whether the other party is alive or not.

The dead don't need to breathe, only the living can breathe.

These damned German devils are even more evil than those goddamn Japanese devils, and they can actually create such eerie dead soldiers.

Zhao Fugui cursed ten thousand words inwardly, "Grass mud horse, what kind of bastard made such a rotten thing..."

Zhao Fugui's chest was about to burst out from the stench he took in deeply just now, he cursed inwardly, the bastard is so smart, no wonder he was able to be a warrant officer before he died, and he can judge whether labor and capital are alive or dead by whether they are breathing .

During this period of time, Zhao Fugui almost swears all the curse words.

Don't hurry up now, I can't hold back any longer.

This is not holding back urine or shit, but holding breath, shit and urine can't kill people, but breath can.

Zhao Fugui could feel the cold air coming from the tip of the dead warrant officer's nose a centimeter away.

Zhao Fugui felt that if he didn't exhale the cloudy breath in his chest for another two seconds, his lungs would really burst, and the last trace of oxygen in his lungs had been squeezed out. Lack of oxygen, dizziness began to appear.

Zhao Fugui couldn't hold it any longer, and when he had an idea, labor and management would take a gamble with you bastard.

Zhao Fugui grinned slightly at the left corner of his mouth, and exhaled slowly, his eyes were still turned upward, not letting himself blink.

The feeling of exhaling slowly is as uncomfortable as constipation when defecating, but no matter what, the turbid air is always spit out, and the lungs are not suffocated.

Slowly withdraw half of the turbid inhalation in the abdominal cavity, Zhao Fugui opened both corners of his mouth at the same time, and inhaled slowly.

It's so hard for me!The living dare not breathe in front of the dead.

The corpse warrant officer didn't know about this, and thought that Zhao Fugui, who was stiff and had dead fish eyes turned over, was his companion. He took half a step back, and stared closely at Zhao Fugui's collar with cloudy dead fish eyes. on the military badge.

After the initial fear and suffocation, Zhao Fugui's heartbeat stabilized a little bit. Looking at the dead warrant officer, Zhao Fugui thought to himself, what the hell do you think you can recognize my rank?
Military rank?

How can you even recognize military ranks?
It's good to know the rank!
Seeing the dead warrant officer only staring at his rank, Zhao Fugui heaved a sigh of relief. The boss is a second lieutenant platoon leader, and you are just a warrant officer. According to your rank, you should salute the boss.

Should I slap them both?He remembered that when he was in Chichi Valley, Officer Yan just slapped the Japanese warrant officer a few big ears, and immediately received a miraculous effect.

But Zhao Fugui didn't dare, what if these two big-eared scoundrels failed to deter each other, but revealed their identities as living beings instead.

Just when Zhao Fugui was in a dilemma, the dead warrant officer, after reading Zhao Fugui's military rank, stared at his uniform again, as if he felt something was wrong!

hiss~~

At this time, Zhao Fugui remembered that when he entered the cave just now, he had a faint feeling that something was wrong. It turned out that his military uniform was completely different from the uniform worn by the dead soldiers.

The corpse warrant officer seemed to have noticed that the military uniform of the "companion" in front of him was a little strange, and immediately assumed an offensive posture.

Suddenly, all the dead soldiers in the basement immediately stood at attention and looked forward together.

The dead warrant officer who was about to attack Zhao Fugui also stood at attention and looked forward, but his standing at attention was too rigid, very weird and absurd, completely subverting human imagination.

"Crack...k...k..."

In the silent basement, there was the sound of leather boots stomping on the ground.

(End of this chapter)