my battlefield my company

Chapter 297 Monroe
"Let go of me, you let me go, you let my grandfather go." A girl's voice came from the stairs on the second floor.

Then, there was a sound of dragging from the stairs, and the girl was pushed and dragged downstairs by two German soldiers from upstairs.

Seeing Yan Zhi lying on the ground, the girl didn't dare to speak. She turned around and saw her grandfather was cornered by a German soldier pointing a rifle at his head. She broke away from the German soldier's hand and staggered to his grandfather Before, hug me.

The silver-haired old man put his arms around his granddaughter and pulled her behind him: "Don't be afraid, Monroe."

The silver-haired old man felt a little regretful, he might have to pay a great price for his lying.In troubled times, I'm just a commoner, and it's my job to keep my family safe, and I shouldn't do things beyond my ability to harm my family.

Now that the Germans have captured the Chinese officer, they don't know what to do with them.

"You killed our major general?"

The German officer kicked Yan Zhi hard in the stomach, then squatted down and grabbed Yan Zhi's hair, asking with cold eyes.

Yan Zhi responded to the opponent's ferocity with a deadpan expression: "Hehe! It was I who killed your major general and division commander, you can kill me now to avenge him!"

Yan Zhi knew that if he was just an insignificant Allied soldier, the Germans might kill him immediately to reduce the burden, but it would be different if he killed the German division commander. Not only would these German soldiers not kill him immediately, He will also protect him and take him back to claim credit.

The soldiers also knew that there was no credit for bringing a dead man who could not speak. Their superiors would not believe that their division commander was killed by a dead man.

Now is the time of fierce battle, several people bring a dead body back, not only have no merit but demerit.

Sure enough, the German officer looked at Yan carefully for more than ten seconds, and asked the other soldiers: "Do you think this man was running on the roof just now, chasing after Major General Jaron Richardson and waiting for the Allied officer?" ?”

Two soldiers nodded and said: "At that time, he was running extremely fast on the house. Although he couldn't see his face clearly, judging from his black hair and figure, I can be sure that it is him!"

The soldier holding the gun against the silver-haired old man turned his head: "Yes! His short black hair is too obvious, and he has the M1903 sniper rifle on his back. That's right, it's him."

The smile on the German officer's face flashed away, and the opportunity for meritorious deeds has come. It is a great achievement to capture the Allied officer who killed Major General Jaron Richardson and go back.

Yan Zhi glanced around, there were a total of eight German soldiers in the room, except for the German second lieutenant who grabbed his hair, the others were all soldiers, each of them was tall, mighty and powerful.

At this moment, Yan Zhi had at least three ways to kill the eight German soldiers, but because the silver-haired old man, his grandfather and grandson, were pointed at by a German soldier, he was worried that if he made a move, the German soldier would immediately attack the silver-haired man. The old man, grandson and grandson shot.

In the eyes of the German army, the grandparents and grandchildren are irrelevant. If you kill them, you will kill them, just like crushing an ant, no one cares.

Yan Zhi said to the German officer: "If you let them go, I will go with you. This matter has nothing to do with him. It was I who kidnapped the little girl upstairs, so this old man As a last resort, he said he didn’t see me.”

"Let them go?"

The German officer grabbed Yan Zhi's short hair, "If I judge correctly, this old man should be a damned Jew. He played tricks on us, how could I let him go. Besides, can I kill them both?" , you have to follow me! You have no choice!"

The German officer looked at the brown-haired girl, a strange look flashed in his eyes, his Adam's apple rolled over and he swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, and said to the soldier who pointed a gun at the silver-haired old man: "Take this girl upstairs to me." ’” and to another private, “Give me the bloody old jewish bastard, let him bleed slowly to his god, let his god punish him for lying.”

Several German soldiers laughed and looked at the girl.

This girl is really beautiful, with the unrestrained youth of a girl, and the charming atmosphere of a young woman.

The second-class soldier walked towards the white-haired old man and the girl. As he walked, he drew a bayonet from his waist.

The silver-haired old man was protecting his granddaughter behind him with both hands, but because another German soldier held his head with a gun, he could only stand there and stare angrily.

"Do you know what the King of Hades is?"

Yan Zhi said suddenly.

Several German soldiers and the white-haired old man's grandfather and grandson were taken aback at the same time.

What did the Chinese soldier mean by Hades?
"King of Hades is the one who takes care of the dead." Yan Zhi looked around at several German soldiers, "Originally, I wanted you to live a little longer, but if you want to see the king of Hades earlier, I will grant you that."

As soon as Yan Zhi finished speaking, his left hand stretched out like lightning, and he used the Eagle Claw Kung Fu to grab the German officer's throat, squeeze and shake it with all his strength, only a soft "click" was heard, and the German officer's throat was crushed. In an instant, his half-squatting huge body soared into the air, flew a few meters away, and hit the soldier who was pointing a rifle at the grandparent and grandson.

The soldier only saw a dark figure flying towards him, but he had no time to react, avoided it, and fell to the ground at the same time.

With the force of throwing out the German officer, Yan Zhi slid forward on the ground and kicked a German soldier's knee. With the sound of "click", he turned beautifully and stood up.

"Crack" Yan Zhi kicked a German soldier in the temple with his side whip leg. The moment the helmet fell to the ground and the German soldier spat out blood, Yan Zhi turned his elbow and hit another German soldier hard in the chest.

Amid the sound of the opponent's bones breaking, Yan Zhi's waist and abdomen exerted force, and a reverse kick kicked the body backwards 360 degrees. The shiny leather boots drew a perfect arc in the air, kicking a German soldier's neck and kneeling on the ground. Holding his neck with his hands, his eyes are protruding outwards, and blood is coming out of his mouth.

Amid the girl's exclamation, Yan Zhi landed on one leg and took advantage of the momentum to kick forward. His knee hit the back of the German soldier who was holding a bayonet and was about to bloodlet the silver-haired old man over there, hitting his spine. Shattered, like a broken kite that flew forward a few meters and fell to the ground.

Yan Zhi stretched out his hand like lightning, grabbed the bayonet that fell from the soldier's hand, and spun around, the bayonet followed him to draw a 360-degree rotating white light, like a white lightning, inserted into the index finger to catch the trigger, a soldier who was about to shoot On his throat, the soldier loosened his arms around his neck, and the rifle in his hand fell to the ground with a bang.

Yan Zhi knelt on one knee on the ground and gasped for breath. The series of lightning strikes just now almost exhausted his slightly recovered physical strength.

The silver-haired old man, grandparents and grandchildren, froze in place, staring dumbfounded at what happened before them, thinking they were in a dream.

Yan Zhi's speed was as fast as lightning. After he killed eight German soldiers, the German soldier whose knee was broken by his kick had just let out a miserable howl on the ground.

And the German officer was rolling and struggling on the ground holding his neck tightly with his hands, his eyes protruding like dead fish, and he opened his mouth wide to breathe, making a weird sound of "hehe".

The soldier who pointed the gun at the white-haired old man suffered a sudden accident and was knocked to the ground by his own officer. A rib, the internal organs were knocked out of place.

On the ground, except for the soldier who was stabbed in the throat by a bayonet and died on the spot, one of the remaining seven German soldiers was unconscious, and six were struggling on the ground, wailing and screaming!

"Old gentleman, help, kill them!"

Yan Zhi knelt on one knee, supported his knee with one hand to prevent himself from falling down, panted heavily, and said to the silver-haired old man, then looked at the girl named Monroe with surprise.

(End of this chapter)