Today's shells are not as safe as they were decades later. Subjected to a severe impact and a high-temperature flame burning, it exploded on the spot. Countless shrapnel whizzed through the air, and the giants bore the brunt, but the company's volunteers were not spared. In an instant, 20 or 30 people had already been killed, seriously wounded, and fell on Lin, shells that should have fallen on the head of the enemy.

It's like the literal word, with no half-price warnings. The remaining two Gass cars hurriedly stepped on the accelerator, slammed on the steering wheel, and turned 180 degrees backwards. Not because of the fear of death, but because of the fear that the important people in the car will also be affected, causing any harm.

Another reason, of course, was that the two trucks also carried shells. Volunteers are in short supply, but nothing can be wasted.

The two gas cars drove more than 100 meters in one go, thinking that they had escaped the threat and reached safety. They just want to stop and catch their breath. But suddenly, only the soldiers of the volunteer company heard the shouts at the same time. The voice was full of shock, horror, pain, and the most intense despair!

All the soldiers thought it was impossible to stand up again. The fat giant staggered to the ground. If we relied on only the remaining leg, this would be absolutely impossible. So the giant is not an independent golden rooster, but - legs! The cow that was blown off is now growing taller again. At first glance, there is no trace of being blown away at all!

This is the most terrifying thing about giants! As long as the only weakness is not touched, as long as the vitality is enough to sustain them, then they can grow again in the shortest possible time, regardless of whether any part of them is incomplete. Although this regenerative capacity is not unlimited. However, how can the volunteers, who have come into contact with this creature for the first time in their lives, know its details? The only thing they know is what their eyes can see: the advantage gained by the tremendous efforts of the former comrades for which they have devoted their lives is gone. No... Don't want this monster... When is it really never defeated?

Volunteer soldiers are definitely not afraid of sacrifice. The problem is that the sacrifice must be worthwhile. Most of them were peasant children and had not read any books. They don't even know what Sun Tzu said in The Art of War, that knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent is the only way to win war. However, the North and the South have fought for thousands of miles, and they are truly experienced. Their rich experience in warfare taught them that it was the best policy to temporarily retreat when the situation was unfavorable, and to fight only when there was a good way to deal with the enemy. For a fool to come, it is stupid to blindly cling to brute force and die willingly.

The volunteer platoon commander gritted his teeth and shouted angrily: "Retreat! Soldiers cannot be sacrificed unnecessarily." Everyone is protecting the chief, retreat immediately!" he pulled out a grenade and threw it at the giant.

You know, retreating is by no means a simple matter of turning and running away, it will only lead to the fact that the runaway Flying Colonel will have to leave some troops behind to cut off the rear, pin down the enemy and buy time for his comrades. The rest of the troops were able to evacuate safely. However, there is no doubt that the greatest danger that will be borne by those responsible for cutting off the latter is nine deaths.

Nine deaths and one life are just ordinary words. But now, it is absolutely very special! In the face of the indestructible terror giant, this is not a life of nine deaths, but a 100 percent dead end! However, the platoon commander of the volunteer army immediately took the initiative to take on the task of containing the enemy without thinking. Leave the hope of life to your comrades-in-arms and death to yourself.

I don't feel good, let alone self-sacrificing satisfaction. The volunteer platoon commander is single-minded and does what I take for granted. As the leader of the army, he should take more risks and responsibilities than ordinary soldiers. Being promoted to this position is an obligation.

This is the basic quality and understanding that every mature soldier and every party member of the volunteer army possesses. Nothing special. But there is no doubt that it is because of this understanding that they are... The loveliest people!

Grenades do not deal a fatal blow to the giant. However, it can at least slow down Jurao's progress slightly. The rest of the volunteers are protecting the Garth truck, which is driven by a real bigwig, and is backing as fast as possible. However, at this moment, the figure in front of him flickered, and the lieutenant of the Airborne Regiment William, with a sick face, Bergen, who did not know when he began, had jumped off Jurao's shoulders and stood in front of the volunteer soldiers, like a pair of flanks to flanks.

He grinned, raised his hands, and held an ornately decorated Browning pistol between his left and right palms. He did not flinch and immediately raised his gun and opened fire. "呯~呯~呯~呯~呯~" continued the crisp sound of gunfire to pass. Four tires of two tankers were hit at the same time, and Zheng was hit on the spot

The truck barely used inertia to rush forward about seven or eight meters. It's broken and can't be moved anymore. Even if the truck is equipped with a spare tire, is there still time for them to change the tires slowly?, the volunteers shouted angrily and raised their arms at William?Bergen shot. Bullets can't deal with giants, can they still deal with ordinary people?

The second lieutenant of the Airborne Regiment does not seem to have the ability to regenerate the Giant Rao's anomalous regeneration. So if he gets hit by a bullet, he certainly doesn't have any good fruit. However, bullets could not hit him. He turned, dodged, moved, and suddenly jumped up on this battlefield, with a gorgeous martial art of death. Every move is carefully calculated to ensure minimal damage. At the same time, both pistols did not stop spewing blazing flames from the sharpest angles, hitting one target after another.

A limited number of bullets were used with maximum efficiency. This is called a shootout! His masterful, incredible, and powerful abilities allowed him to stop nearly 100 volunteer soldiers on his own. By this time, the ensign of the airborne regiment had undoubtedly taken all the initiative. He is a god on the battlefield!

Unable to break through. Despite the fact that the magazines of the two Browning pistols were emptied of 26 rounds in the blink of an eye, the volunteer soldiers still could not seize the opportunity to break through this seemingly weak, but in fact impregnable line. Because William Bergen miraculously only needed two seconds to go from quitting the old magazine to getting a new one, which was too short to repeat. The magazines around him never seemed to run out.

It's an iron wall built by one man. There is no way to lead, and there are suitors behind them. The fat giant's creepy laughter rang out again. It strode across the road and trampled the volunteer platoon commander to death before enjoying a bloody feast.

The platoon commander of the volunteers, having used up all the bullets and grenades, was also ready to die. His eyes shone with determination, and he clutched the 38-year-old bayonet cover tightly, and he stood as firm as Tarzan. Even if he died, he would do his best to delay this monster even for a second. Even if he died, he would make the monster pay the price, and he would never make it any better!

In the eyes of the fat giant, the sacrifice of the volunteer platoon commander is meaningless. He can't stop himself, let alone hurt himself. However, this monster likes to step on the soles of a rao foot and then slowly roll him into a mushy feeling. He had a companion in front of him, and he was in no hurry to catch up with his task. Instead, he decided to treat the soldiers in front of him as a big meal before eating.

Just like the pinnacle of Mount Tai! The shadow of the huge sole has completely enveloped the platoon commander of the Volunteer Army. However, at this time, the shouts of "quack~quack~" suddenly fell. The two great crows, both white and without half a mottled hair, flapped their wings and flew over, pecking at their eyes in spite of the seven, seven, twenty-one.

How can a crow hurt a giant?" the monster waved its arms disapprovingly, pushing the two birds away. However, their movements are nimble and unexpected. Minds are thus distinguished. For a moment, Jurao's attention was completely distracted by the crow, and he couldn't pay attention to the movement of the soles of his feet.

"Now, let's get started!" shouted as the [Wall of Flesh] team moved in full force. I couldn't stand it any longer! Even though they knew there might be trouble after that, they couldn't just watch these loveliest people being slaughtered arbitrarily by forces that clearly didn't belong to this world, and yet they didn't do anything. Therefore, they rushed out of the woods where they were hiding and quickly joined the battlefield.

The best strategy is to divide the troops into two routes. Tian Lin had seen bald eagles before and knew something about gunfights. Therefore, he took the lead in rushing to the second lieutenant of the airborne regiment. There is no Randa, the bullets arrive first. In an instant, the bullets fired from the pistols of the two sides collided in mid-air, and nine brilliant sparks burst out of thin air on the spot.

William Bergen was taken aback, and in any case he could not have imagined that there were some soldiers in the volunteer army who had such miraculous abilities. However, the war is fierce and dangerous. How could he think carefully about this matter in the heat of battle, and as time went on, the two sides became closer and closer. Tian Lin knocked heavily on the door, turned the handle of the sand eagle gun, and shot at the temples of the enemy. He had now suddenly learned how to sell it. He also used his gunfight skills.

Kill the emperor indefinitely