Jagged Changjin Lake: Kill the enemy and become stronger

"What? Looks like a dead pig."

After being pulled up by others, Toyama turned around unwillingly and said while groping forward.

"Dead pigs? Didn't we catch all panting animals in this village during the day? How could there be dead pigs? Dead people are more or less the same. Mr. Hushan, you must have broken your head, right?"

Another little devil felt that Toyama's statement was too absurd and couldn't help but make fun of him.

Toyama ignored him, and kept stretching his hands forward on the ground, and then his fingertips touched something.

Some soft, some hard, like clothes.

Grab it in the palm of your hand and pinch it, it is really clothes, the feel is similar to the military uniform you are wearing.

Pulling back hard, it was so heavy that one hand could not pull it at all.

"There's something on the ground."

Toyama said in surprise, curiosity drove him to take a step forward, and put his hands directly on the object he caught.

Under the clothes was a corpse that hadn't completely cooled down. After pinching it hard, I could even feel the elasticity of the muscles.

"It's dead."

Hushan yelled again, groping with his hands on the corpse, found the position of the face, and lowered his head to look carefully.

Just when his face was almost touching that of the corpse, he finally saw clearly.

"This... Isn't this the Takeno-kun of the small team? How did he die?"

Toyama sat up straight suddenly, and said incredulously.

He never expected that he would meet Zhuye, whom he had talked with a few hours ago, here. He was still alive, but the other party turned into a corpse.

"died?"

The other little devils screamed in unison.

Immediately, the hairs all over his body stood on end.

After a brief shock, they came back to their senses.

If Zhuye died here, it meant that someone killed him. No wonder he walked for so long and didn't even meet a single person. The soldiers who were sent out to patrol with him were probably all killed.

Who will touch them?

The answer is beyond doubt, who else but the Eighth Route Army?

Toyama stood up, shivering and took two steps to the side, but tripped again, and this time he sat directly on top of a dead body.

His hand subconsciously grabbed it, and it felt the same as the military uniform that Takeno was wearing. He couldn't care less about identifying the corpse, and shouted in a panic: "Hurry up, shoot the warning, and send an alarm to Captain Heoteng." !"

Hurry back to the wheat field to report?

What a joke, none of the five people at the scene knew the way, and they had no other way to inform Hei Teng's whiteboard except for shooting.

A little devil immediately raised the rifle in his hand, with the muzzle facing the sky.

In order to prevent accidents on the way, they had already loaded the bullets when they set off. At this moment, as long as they pulled the trigger, the sound of the bullets shooting out of the gun chamber was enough to notify all the little devils in Qiaozhuang that something happened here.

Qiao Lin just rushed over. Although he couldn't understand what they were saying, he could already guess what was going to happen from their tone of voice and the raised rifle.

He didn't even think about it, and his body reacted most instinctively. The bayonet in his right hand was faster than a bullet, and inserted straight into the neck of the little devil who was about to pull the trigger.

There was a "poof".

The remaining four little devils had all been on the battlefield. Although they didn't know the way, they could tell right away that it was the sound of the bayonet piercing into the body.

Except for Toyama who was still sitting on the corpse, the other three little devils raised their guns at the same time.

In the blink of an eye, three gunshots rang out, and Qiao Lin also encountered the most tense challenge since the operation began.

If he couldn't stop the three little devils from shooting at the same time, then his sneaking into Qiaozhuang would be completely exposed.

Although it would not put him in danger, the hundreds of villagers who were still in the hands of the little devil were really in danger.

In the blink of an eye, Qiao Lin loosened his hands, and the two bayonets let out a sharp whistling sound, and shot straight out.

And the moment he let go, his right foot kicked hard on the ground.

A hole about four inches deep was created by his foot on the compacted ground, and the whole person flew out like a fired shell, heading straight for one of the little devils.

Although Qiao Lin has never practiced flying knives, he has proved on the battlefield countless times that his flying knives skills have reached a state of perfection.

In his spare time, he also deliberately verified that a fly was accurately nailed to the wall with a bayonet at a distance of ten meters.

Compared with flies, it is much easier to hit a living person. Although hearing the sound is a bit exaggerated, with Jolin's ability, in this dark environment, within a range of five meters, he can control the error within three within millimeters.

The whistling sound produced by the friction between the fast and direct bayonet and the air lasted less than a third of a second before stopping.

The two bayonets also accurately stabbed the throats of the two little devils.

The huge impact made the two little devils unable to maintain their balance after being shot by the bayonet, and fell to the ground after taking a few steps back.

When the bayonet hit the target, Qiao Lin's hands were pinched around the neck of a little devil.

It didn't occur to him to knock the little devil down and start fighting to kill him.

The moment his hands touched the opponent's neck, his palms suddenly exerted force.

With just one blow, the little devil's throat and spine were crushed, and his head, which was looking up at the night sky and about to shoot, drooped down, like a ball tied around the neck with a rope.

The shot was a kill, and the three little devils were killed on the spot.

Although the process is somewhat cumbersome, it does not take long.

At least Toyama, who was sitting on the corpse, hadn't had time to take a full breath.

In the pitch-dark environment, he couldn't see clearly what happened, but the slight movements made him understand that something must have happened.

A few seconds had passed since he reminded his companion to shoot, but the gunshot did not go off, and neither did his companion.

A sense of fear of death suddenly swept over his whole body. Between trying to warn others or saving his own life, Toyama chose the latter without hesitation.

He joins the army and fights just to get promoted and make a fortune, and he fantasizes that one day he will have his own private driver who knows the way.

Chapter 480 Seven Peripheral Cleanup

In this way, he will no longer be ridiculed for not knowing the way or always going the wrong way.

When sweeping with the troops, facing those unarmed and powerless civilians, he felt what it means to be strong.

Especially when he uses the weapon in his hand on those innocent people, he can take the life of others without any effort.

The inferiority complex formed by being ridiculed as an idiot by others since he was a child has been greatly satisfied.

He enjoys the thrill of killing, only at that time, his head can be raised high.

But daring to kill does not mean that he can accept being killed by others.

At least since he joined the army until now, Toyama has never thought about dying.

Whenever he was on the battlefield, he would rush forward to find an opportunity to kill unless he was absolutely sure of safety.

As long as there was even the slightest possibility of danger, he would find all kinds of excuses to hide at the end of the charge, and even intentionally injured himself and stayed in the trenches.

Toyama has been in the army for nearly four years, and he is considered a veteran in the army. The soldiers who joined the army at the same time as him were the small captains at the second lieutenant level at the last time, and those who performed outstandingly were even awarded the rank of captain.

His low self-esteem, vanity and fear of death, although he can kill the killer without hesitation when facing those who have no resistance, but he has never made any military exploits on the battlefield.

Therefore, four years of military service only allows him to exchange for the position of sergeant by virtue of his seniority, which is almost the same as those recruits who have joined the army for one year.

Therefore, in the Black Vine Squadron, Toyama still couldn't escape the fate of being ridiculed. In addition to being called an idiot, he was often teased and planned to be a sergeant for the rest of his life.

Facing danger at this moment, Toyama still chooses to follow his heart, and saving his life is his only wish.

He moved his hips slightly, trying to move away from the body, and then looked for a chance to escape.

In this pitch-black environment, he could hardly see anything, so he concluded that his opponent could not see him either, which also gave him some confidence in choosing to escape.

But how did he know that Qiao Lin's eyes were equipped with night vision devices, let alone such an environment, even if it was a little darker, he could still see his every move clearly.

When Toyama started to move his butt, Qiao Lin, who had dealt with the four little devils in one go, noticed him and judged his intentions through his movements.

Qiao Lin understood that this little devil was greedy for life and afraid of death, and wanted to find a chance to escape.

But for the hatred of these foreign invaders, how could Qiao Lin let him go so easily?

Qiao Lin bent down, gently pulled out a bayonet that was still stuck in the little devil's neck, and walked towards Hushan.

His footsteps were so light that Hushan didn't even notice that someone was coming for his life, and he was still preoccupied with whether to turn left or right after rushing out of this road.

Just when Toyama felt that his buttocks were empty and he had successfully moved away from the corpse, a bayonet was attached to his neck.

Before he had time to be surprised, the blade slashed across at a fast speed and mercilessly.

At this moment, Toyama realized what it was like for those he killed before they died.

Desperate, unwilling, fearful, yet powerless to struggle, wanted to say something, but didn't even have the strength to move his lips.

"45!"

Qiao Lin counted, and this was the ninth devil group he had killed in combat form. Adding to the seventy stragglers before, he killed 110 five of Qiao Zhuang's little devils.

Most of the Black Vine Squadron was wiped out, and the rest were those little devils who were still on the wheat field to guard the villagers.

Qiao Lin understood that the time for the decisive battle was coming.

He raised his wrist and glanced at his watch. It was 10:[-], [-] minutes earlier than the scheduled time, and the battle to clean up the periphery was completed.

Qiao Lin was very satisfied with this result, and the development of the situation was within his plan.

Pulling out the bayonet, he walked towards the wheat field to the west.

Qiao Lin didn't run, and the hours-long battle had greatly consumed his physical strength, although it wouldn't make him unable to fight anymore.

But in the face of the last wave of little devils on the wheat field, the safety of the villagers is at stake, so he must show his best form.

There was still time, so he chose to walk there to recover his strength and see if he could find some water to drink.

Physical exhaustion is still secondary, but in a state of tension for a long time, the body consumes a lot of water.

Her lips were chapped, her throat was a little swollen, and even the saliva in her mouth was sticky.

Qiao Lin came to a house that was only a few hundred meters away from the wheat field, pushed open the half-closed courtyard door and walked in directly.

The reason for choosing this place is that the house of this family is taller than the nearby ones, and it is close to the wheat field. After drinking the water, you can climb to the roof to observe the specific situation of the wheat field at close range.