Today I have a headache, and this one is written so-so.

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Shao Daodao is also a ruthless person.

"Smack!"

After the bullet was fired, the pistol smashed into the face of a dead soldier, directly smashing the nose to the side, the nostrils were facing the sky, and the dead gray eyes could simply scare the ghost to death.

If it weren't for the fact that the dead corpse soldiers were barely pleasing to the eye after looking at them for a long time, Shao Daodao would have jumped up in fright.

Now, Shao Daodao's pistol and rifle were thrown out, the grenades were gone, and the bullets were gone, so he could only take off his steel helmet and smash it on the head of a dead soldier who had opened his arms and rushed over like a crab, and smashed his forehead into a deflated pit, and the gray-brown flesh and blood were blurred and splashed, emitting a burst of fishy smell, and he immediately fell to the ground.

The dead soldier did not stand up like a spring after falling to the ground like other dead soldiers and continued to attack, but fell to the ground on all fours, his abdomen arched upwards in a semicircle, and a leech-like ghost thing was smashed by a steel helmet and fell to the ground from another wound in his head.

"Holy!"

Shao Daodao scolded.

The slugg-like ghost thing that was soft and didn't pull a few sluggers was shaken out of the dead soldier's head, and he seemed very frightened when he saw the sun, his body instantly shrunk into a ball, and the sticky liquid on his body quickly dried up and wrinkled, and it was only a short two or three seconds from falling out to finally opening his chrysanthemum-like mouth and dying.

, what the hell is this, Shao Daodao glanced at the slug-like ghost thing, felt sick in his heart, carried the helmet in his left hand, pulled out the knife with his right hand, and stuck it in the neck of a dead soldier who pounced on him.

"Nima!" Shao Daodao pulled out his bayonet with his hand, "Labor and management let you die again." ”

Who knows, one of the dead corpse soldier's hands suddenly grabbed the bayonet, and his dead gray eyes stared at Shao Daodao, and a suffocating smell almost choked Shao Daodao to death.

"!" Shao Daodao pulled the bayonet back, not only did not twitch, but was almost grabbed by the arm of the more powerful dead soldier's other hand, he quickly let go and abandoned the bayonet, his legs kicked the ground suddenly, and while his body fell backwards, his legs stretched out and stomped on the chest of the dead soldier who followed him and kicked it away.

As soon as Shao Daodao's back hit the ground, he rolled backwards and stood up.

"Phew!"

A big long knife slashed at the place where Shao Daodao's back landed just now, cutting a half-foot-deep hole in the ground.

Shao Daodao was shocked into a cold sweat, just now he turned over a second late, and it is estimated that he has now been cut into two pieces by the big knife.

Shao Dadao retreated.

The dead corpse soldiers behind swarmed, and several of them had already chased two or three meters behind Shao Daodao, some brandished long knives, some with bare hands, one by one struggling in the sun with dead gray eyes, their limbs stiff, running forward like marionettes, and the speed was fast.

Shao Daodao only had a steel helmet left in his hand, and with a "poof", he turned around to block a long knife draped over his head. "Nyima, the dog is so strong." His arm was numb from the shock, and he jumped to the right, dodging the direct slash of another long knife, but he was chased behind by two dead soldiers with bare hands, and he was sure to finish the game as long as they caught him.

Chief Yan once said that in the face of absolute power, all fists and embroidered legs are scum, and the world's martial arts are only fast and unbreakable.

Although this is a good statement, Shao Daodao is facing a dead corpse soldier who can't run and can't feel tired, and he quickly sprints from inside the cave to outside the cave, his physical strength is gradually exhausted, and he can't get up faster no matter how fast he thinks.

Seeing that Shao Daodao was in danger, Zhao Fugui gritted his teeth, pulled out his bayonet, turned around and ran backwards towards Shao Daodao, jumped high, kicked down a dead soldier, twisted his waist in the air, and plunged into the throat of another dead soldier with the bayonet in his hand, pulling Shao Daodao to run forward together.

Liao Baotian and Qian Enough rushed over with guns.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!" Liao Baotian yelled, "You two run sideways, run straight, we can't shoot to cover for you!" ”

Just now, Shao Daodao and Zhao Fugui ran in front, and the dead soldiers were chasing behind, Qian was enough to make and Liao Baotian throw rat traps, afraid of hurting their own people, and they didn't dare to shoot, their marksmanship could not reach 100 shots, they could only watch Zhao Fugui and they were in crisis and stamped their feet to help, there was really no way, they could only hold the gun and rush towards the dead soldiers.

Hearing Liao Baotian's reminder, Zhao Fugui and Shao Daodao changed their lines slightly, and Liao Baotian and Qian Enough used their rifles to strafe for a while, temporarily blocking the dozen or so dead soldiers chasing at the front.

The dead soldiers in the back also ran out of the cave with long knives, except for a small part chasing Zhao Fugui and them, most of them ran in the direction of the battlefield where the gunfire was dense on both sides.

Liao Baotian and Qian Enough threw the pistol to Zhao Fugui and Shao Daodao.

Qian Enough made two grenades thrown backwards, blowing up seven or eight dead soldiers, and the four of them breathed a sigh of relief, and ran forward in a straight line, changing magazines in turn, and falling behind to block the enemy.

Zhao Fugui and they knew that these dead soldiers were not easy to deal with and would bring great trouble to the allies and brothers, but they had no choice but to run back, even if they didn't run back and lead these dead soldiers elsewhere, they wouldn't be able to last long, and they wouldn't be able to run far.

When they are killed, the dead soldiers will still return to the battlefield, and the German devils have created these undead soldiers, not for specimens.

Moreover, there were nearly a thousand dead corpse soldiers in the basement, it was impossible for all of them to chase the four of them, these soldiers knew where the battlefield was, and it seemed that they still had a little consciousness left to be able to distinguish their own people, which was completely different from the captives that Zhao Fugui met in the desert.

Although the corpse soldiers were stiff, they were tall and long-legged, like the captives in the desert, and they had no exhaustible strength and did not feel fatigue.

If they were caught up by these dead soldiers, the four of them would have no choice but to die, and now they could only rely on rifles and pistols to take turns blocking the approaching enemy, and once the bullets were finished, they would not be able to outrun these dead soldiers.

If it weren't for the grenades, rifles, and pistols that took turns to stop the pursuing dead soldiers, the four of them would have been surrounded long ago

What makes the four people feel scared, they can't run away from the dead soldiers, they die in battle or sacrifice their lives for the country, become martyrs, national heroes, and they are afraid that after they die, they will become dead corpse soldiers like these damned German devils, and harm their brothers, so not only can they not become martyrs and heroes, but they will also be charged with shame.

"Brothers, pay attention, something unclean is coming."

Yan Zhiyuan heard Zhao Fugui's roar from afar, he quickly sat up, Zhao Fugui's throat was hoarse, he must be in big trouble.