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The devil Dazuo sent the three spare trucks to Shaozuo as promised, helping to pick up people and save time, and ran all the way west to the afternoon, at this time to the bridge.

The motorcycle that was driving the road stopped at the east end of the wooden bridge, and did not dare to go any further, because now it was not only the problem of gunfire in the west, but also the deck of the wooden bridge was gone, and there was a horizontal gap in the middle of the seven thick beams, which had just been cut out, and sawdust was scattered all over the vicinity.

Guerrilla raids? The motorcyclist waved a stop gesture at the vehicle behind him, then pulled out his binoculars to try to observe the gunfire in the west, and the machine gunner sitting in the side bucket grabbed the grip of the machine gun and nervously visually searched the wilderness on either side, but failed to notice the strange mud a few meters below the roadbed.

The three trucks stopped, parked dozens of meters behind the motorcycle, the passenger door opened, and a devil stepped on the side pedal of the door and leaned his upper body to wait for the motorcycle in front of him to give instructions for the next step, judging whether to turn around in advance.

The Czech light machine gun howled violently At this moment, it suddenly howled a few meters down the road next to the motorcycle, but it hit the cab of the first truck a few dozen meters to the east.

A clay figure sprang up next to the firing Czech machine gun, holding an M1932 shell gun and firing wildly at the approaching motorcycle members, and at that moment six gun-wielding clay figures stood up under the road on either side of the motorcycle, except for the large machine gunner who was shooting at the truck.

"This is not a reinforcement! Don't use grenades! Amid the gunfire, the clay figure holding the M1932 shouted as he shot it. Because there were no devils jumping down in the back shed of the three trucks, the two behind were reversing frantically.

A short ambush, lightning and flint, seven people, a light machine gun and five shell guns, with a bayonet with three or eight large caps, the one who had already begun to rush towards the truck dozens of meters away, and then a half-sized man followed him with a shell gun, and then a tall machine gunner who also rushed over and emptied the magazine.

"Mengjie, release the flare!"

A clay figure who was also about to charge at the truck stopped in surprise when he heard the sound: "Now? ”

"Now!" The answer is categorical.

Then Meng Jie found that Gazi had squatted under the motorcycle, picked up the barge gun and pulled out the axe, and picked it up under the fuel tank.

The smell of gasoline is hard to forget, and you can remember it for a lifetime.

Boom - Gazi's steel helmet became a basin in his hand, and it was under the fuel tank of the motorcycle.

Lu Hang had just ripped off the steel helmet of the devil who died on the motorcycle, and when Gazi was running on the bridge with a steel helmet gasoline, the second one stopped under the motorcycle fuel tank and shouted at Gazi: "Start splashing from the place where we cut it!" ”

Who can decide whose fate? Whose enemy is whom? The only one who can stick to it is himself.

When the flare flew up the haze with an uncanny shrill whistle, Martha thought he was hallucinating, and his resolute face was as incredible as the flare flying high in the darkness.

Mengjie looked up at the obscure sky, looked up at the long-lasting gunpowder ballistic, and laughed so much that she couldn't hear it, because it was not a laugh at all, it was the release of life, and it was gorgeous.

The gasoline was splashed over and over again, impacting, splashing, flowing, quickly diluting the mud stained on the sawdust, and the smell was pungent and pungent to Lu Hang, like smoking with Lin Xue......

The flames are raging, rushing to three feet, the black smoke is billowing, galloping high, more and more magnificent, under the gray sky, the contrast is extremely distinct, like a pencil landscape painting with a heavy brush, like a beacon fire!

The scorching heat forced Lu Hang to slowly retreat on the road, and after retreating for a long distance, his face was still hot, and the mud on his chest was losing moisture, and some pieces were falling. The heat was so hot that it forced the cold to shiver, forcing Lu Hang to retreat again, and the mud-stained raincoat actually dried.

Quietly enjoying the scorching heat, he was now in the mood to take out his pocket watch and look at it, in the middle of the road, under the thick black smoke, immersed in the rhythm of the watch hands.

The entire nameless bridge was burning, and even the motorcycles crooked on the bridge were roaring.

Not far to the east, a truck was parked on the road, its doors wide open, its windshield riddled with bullet holes, blood dripping from the bottom of the cab to the road, and gasoline running out of gas through the gaps at the bottom of huge fuel tanks. A little farther away, a truck slumped in the mud under the road. Of the original three trucks, only the farthest away god technology at the back escaped.

The only surviving devil driver, struggling in the mud near the truck, kept climbing, but he couldn't get an inch away from hell, and he didn't even notice that one of his feet had been stuck in the mud by the roots, and he continued to climb, tearing up the grass he was holding and picking out his bloody nails.

The rat lowered his bayonet that was still bleeding, and walked step by step in the mud, step by step towards the soulless target of struggle.

The moment the bayonet was raised high, the mouse fell down, fell in the mud and turned back, and the horse's legs were actually behind him, and he spread his hands apologetically at him.

The devil who had just experienced the nightmare before death could breathe again, and the fear was hurried, and the mud Balu figure who saved him under the bayonet was like a god of light in his eyes, making him teary-eyed, completely oblivious to the fact that the fallen Balu was frowning strangely.

The rescuer bent down and pulled the roots of the tree under the mud hard, freeing the devil's sprained ankle, then pulled the devil by the neck and dragged the devil to the truck next to the road.

The devil said something incoherently, probably words of thanks, but he couldn't understand it, so he had to speak his own words to himself.

"What's the name of your village? It's very far from here, and the chief said that your village is on the other side of the sea, but I haven't even seen the sea. The rescuer said this, and continued to hold the devil by the neck, dragging the devil to continue walking in the mud and continuing to walk towards the highway. The devil didn't understand what the savior was talking about, so he had to continue to say his own gratitude for the grace of not killing in a trembling tone.

"Our village is not close to here, of course not as far as your village, and there is no sea, so poor that there are only green mountains, and in the summer...... The mountain is beautiful, especially the fields on the hillside......"

The rescuer muttered to himself all the way, and finally dragged the devil onto the road, dragged him to the truck, and then let go of his hand, and let the devil fall crookedly on the road. He looked at the tank, which had stopped flowing gasoline, and drew his bayonet and stabbed it further down the gap, and the gasoline began to flow again.

Raising his hand to the west of the road, fifty meters away was a raging black rise: "That stream is not too far, as long as you can run there, jump into the water, you can float back to the village." Be brave, you can do it. ”

Gasoline, gestures, and unintelligible words made the devil very confused, until the savior suddenly poured gasoline into the back of his neck.

Heart-rending howl!

Frightened, the bear that was leading the bubbling little monkey rummaging in the cab of a certain truck came out and looked at it, a burning devil, burning on the road, burning to the west of the burning bridge staggered, burning and howling, Ren is used to seeing life and death The bear is also terrified, and can't help roaring: "Horse leg I X your grandma!" How much do you want to die of disgust! Oh my......"

The stumbling on the highway becomes a struggle on the road, like a dance on the road.

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