Jagged Changjin Lake: Kill the enemy and become stronger

A one-meter-long command knife and a bayonet less than forty centimeters in length, just like this, you fight back and forth, and the clanging sounds are endless.

Qiao Lin's weapon was obviously at a disadvantage, but he was superior in skills. Not only could he defuse the black vine whiteboard's attack every time, but he could also take the time to inflict some wounds on the enemy.

The wound was not shallow, but not fatal. Heiteng Baiban sensed that Qiao Lin had no intention of killing him immediately, and immediately felt like a monkey being teased. Suddenly, he became angry and jumped up on the spot, holding the knife in both hands and slashing at him. down.

Qiao Lin swung the bayonet horizontally, trying to block the blow again, but it was a pity that the black rattan whiteboard used too much force this time, and directly cut off the bayonet in his hand.

Seeing that he was about to be stabbed in the head with a knife, Qiao Lin quickly jumped to the side and did a few somersaults on the ground before avoiding the knife.

Looking at the remaining half of the bayonet in his hand, Joe Linton was speechless.

I thought that the quality of the little devil's bayonet was better than that of the Eighth Route Army, but I didn't expect that it was also a fancy product but not a useful one.

When the ordinary soldier's bayonet met the officer's command knife, he had no resistance at all.

Seeing Qiao Lin's dodging movements in a panic, Heiteng Baiban became more confident and rushed towards him again with a knife.

It has been such a long time, and there is no sign of any abnormality, except for the black rattan white board, no other little devils have appeared.

Qiao Lin understood that this was the last kid in Qiao Zhuang.

Seeing Heiteng Baiban rushing towards him with a knife raised, Qiao Lin still squatted on the ground, showing no intention of avoiding it.

Hei Teng Baiban thought that Qiao Lin was overwhelmed by his aura and was frightened out of his wits, so he became more determined to kill Qiao Lin.

If he couldn't kill Qiao Lin, he had to die, but if he wanted to kill Qiao Lin, looking at the stunned villagers, he felt that he still had a chance to live.

Although he had already embraced death just now, but at this moment, he seemed to see the hope of life again.

Heiteng Baiban's footsteps became faster and faster, revealing his ferocious desire to kill Qiao Lin by the knife.

As long as this knife goes down, he will definitely die.

A voice shouted in Hei Teng's whiteboard, he suddenly stopped his forward steps, and slashed down with both arms.

This command knife is made of carbon steel, it is extremely sharp, and it will definitely split this guy's head in half with one strike.

Heiteng Baiban thought so in his heart, narrowed his eyes, and showed a triumphant smile.

At the critical moment, Qiao Lin moved.

With a jerk of his right hand, he tore off the trouser leg of the little devil's military uniform, and then pulled out the bayonet tied to his calf.

These two bayonets were used to save lives at critical moments, and now they have finally come in handy.

Qiao Lin slid forward facing the black rattan white board, and stabbed the bayonet from bottom to top.

The command knife that was only a few centimeters away from Qiao Lin stopped suddenly, and could no longer cut it down.

The expression of the black rattan white board gradually distorted, full of pain.

He lowered his head in disbelief, only to see Qiao Lin's hand resting on his left chest, his arm softened, and the command knife fell down.

This knife pierced against the last rib of the left chest, went straight into the handle, and the tip of the knife was inclined at 45 degrees, and pierced his heart.

"Damn it, we have to rely on domestic products at critical moments."

Jolin drew his bayonet and stood up.

Heiteng Baiban rolled his eyes, knelt down on his knees, and put his head on the ground, assuming a posture of kowtow and confession.

He kowtowed in the direction of the hundreds of villagers in Qiaozhuang.

For the sake of caution, Qiao Lin also specially checked Hei Teng Baiban's body to confirm that he was really dead.

But he kept his eyes wide open until he died, and he did not rest in peace.

The moment he fought Qiao Lin, he thought about many problems, but there was only one that he couldn't figure out.

How many people from the Eighth Route Army sneaked into Qiaozhuang, why did I only see one, or was this the one who wiped out his entire Black Vine Squadron?

Of course, the answer to this question can only be found in the next life, but the chance is very slim.

For a villainous guy like him, even if he had the chance to be reincarnated, it would be difficult to reincarnate into a human fetus, and the chance of becoming a beast is higher.

After killing the black vine whiteboard, Qiao Lin's actions also came to an end.

The villagers of Qiaozhuang escaped safely!

The frightened villagers were still huddled together, and Qiaolin walked towards them.

Seeing this person who killed more than [-] little devils in one breath approach, the instinctive reaction of the villagers was fear.

Especially the clothes Qiao Lin was wearing were exactly the same as that of the little devil, and the villagers also regarded him as a little devil.

As for the fight just now, maybe it was an infighting and killing each other. Now that the little devils have been killed, will they want to kill them?

The villagers moved back involuntarily, almost shouting "Don't come here!"

Seeing that the villagers were all terrified, Qiao Lin realized the problem, and quickly explained: "Folks, don't be afraid. I'm not a little devil. I'm the Eighth Route Army, and I'm here to rescue you."

As he said that, he tore off his clothes and trousers in twos and threes, revealing the original homespun coat.

"You... are you really the Eighth Route Army?"

A villager asked boldly.

Without the little devil's military uniform, Qiao Lin looked no different from them, except that his blood-smeared face was really creepy.

"Heaven and earth conscience, can this still lie to you?"

Jolin smiled, showing his big white teeth.

It's okay if you don't smile, but it's even scarier when you smile. With a red face and white teeth, he looks more like a ghost who wants to eat people.

"You...don't come here!"

The villager who asked Qiao Lin earlier covered his eyes and shouted.

"I'm really the Eighth Route Army, the [-]th Brigade Independent Regiment. After learning that you were kidnapped by the little devils, our brigade commander sent someone to rescue you. Now the entire outside of Qiaozhuang is surrounded by the Eighth Route Army."

Qiao Lin understood that these villagers were frightened by the little devil, so they were so vigilant.

After some explanations from him, the villagers finally believed that he was here to save people, not to harm them.

"God, you are here. These little devils are really not human. They broke into the house, smashed and robbed us, and drove us here. They beat and kicked every chicken, duck, geese and dog in the village. After eating, even the girls were almost insulted..."

Who is the Eighth Route Army?The Eighth Route Army is there to support our people.

After confirming Qiao Lin's identity, the villagers surrounded him, telling each other how the little devil bullied them, like a group of wronged children.

Although Qiao Lin was young, he looked like the head of the villagers at this moment, tearing off the strips of cloth to help the village chief Hu Dagui bandage the wound on his leg stabbed by the little devil with a bayonet, while comforting everyone.

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"Don't feel bad folks, it's over and you are safe. The gang of little devils who bullied you are also dead. It's a relief to you. As long as people are alive, isn't it better than anything else?"

Qiao Lin bandaged Hu Yougui's wound and looked at the villagers around him. Most of them had wounds on their faces and footprints all over their clothes. Needless to say, it must have been done by little devils.

Yes, as long as they are still alive, they are no better than anything else. The common people these days are lucky to be able to save their lives when they encounter a beast like the little devil.

After listening to Qiao Lin's words, the villagers nodded in sympathy and felt much better.

"Comrade Eighth Route Army, how many people have you come to our Qiaozhuang? Why can't you see others? You are so powerful, you can't kill these little devils alone, right?"

Another villager asked curiously.

From the very beginning, Qiao Lin said that Brigadier Chen of the [-]th Brigade sent someone to rescue the villagers, but the villagers have only seen him so far.

For this question, Qiao Lin thinks that he should light a cigarette, sit on a chair with armrests, raise his legs, take a deep breath, and slowly exhale the smoke. His face must be covered in the smoke, and then he doesn’t take it seriously Say something:

Yes, I did it alone.

Such a scene is more in line with his temperament.

But now is obviously not the time to put on a fork, and this action is originally in the category of confidentiality and cannot be disclosed.

Qiao Lin smiled and shook his head: "How is it possible? How can I kill more than 100 little devils by myself? I am not a god. Our brigade commander sent a troop in this time, but the other comrades have their own task, so it’s inconvenient to show up.”

This explanation is reasonable.

The villagers also thought about it, there were more than 100 little devils with live ammunition, how could this young man in front of him kill them all by himself, there must be other Eighth Route Army.

"By the way, Comrades of the Eighth Route Army, you were the one who set the fire that suddenly started burning in the middle of the night, right?"

After getting out of danger, the mood of the villagers gradually calmed down, and some people began to care about their houses.

After all, the whole family has to live somewhere. For the folks, the house and land are the biggest assets.

"We released it just to attract the little devils. We didn't dare to shoot. We were afraid that it would be bad for you if you angered the little devils. It would be troublesome if we wanted to hurt you."

Qiao Lin explained honestly that he was the one who lit the fire, and there was nothing he dared to admit.

"The fire burned quite a lot. I guess the house would burn down too. Oh, forget it, the house can be rebuilt if the house is gone. The Eighth Route Army saved our lives. What's the point of burning down a few houses?"

A villager said with a sigh.

Although he didn't mean to blame Qiao Lin, his words were full of distress.

"Er Zhuzi, what are you talking about? Didn't the comrades of the Eighth Route Army set fire to save us? If it wasn't for us ordinary people, why bother to take such a risk? Just shoot and fire and it's over. We can't live if the little devil dies. "

Hu Yougui sat up with his hands propped up, and reprimanded the villager who said that the house was also burned down with some displeasure.

"Village chief, I didn't mean to complain about the Eighth Route Army? If it weren't for them, my family of six would have died long ago, but the house burned down. Where will the family live? My wife and children are fine. I can also live there, but my father and mother are old and dare not make any more fuss."

Erzhuzi explained with some grievances.

He really didn't have the idea of ​​complaining about the Eighth Route Army, not at all, complaining about his savior, is that something human can do?He was just worried that his elderly parents would suffer again if they didn't have a place to live.

"What's the matter, let's go to my house first. It's a good fortune that no one died in our village this time. There are people out there who are expected to find out. They all help to build a few houses for your family."

With a wave of his hand, Hu Yougui immediately solved the problem of Er Zhuzi's family.

"That's right, folks in our village, if anyone's family has difficulties, others can't just watch. I know carpentry, two pillars, and I'll take care of the doors, windows, beams and furniture of your new house."

"I know how to be a bricklayer, and I did the work on the top of the wall."

"I don't have any skills, but I have the strength, so let me do the ramming and digging."

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The villagers said in a hurry.

After this time of adversity, the feelings among the villagers have deepened.

These simple ordinary people may not dare to stand up and resist like soldiers when they encounter danger and bullying, but they have never done anything bad in their lives, and they have no evil intentions. They are really good people.