Two flowers bloom.

One table each.

When the director of confidentiality was on the run.

Zhou Tianming on the other side.

Also fled to a safe area.

It's not a safe area.

Instead, he made peace with the dog and others.

Things after that.

It's simple.

Devil.

The devil who was frantically chasing Zhou Tianming accidentally stepped on the trap set by the dog and others, and then there was the loud sound of the grenade exploding in the trap.

With such a loud noise.

Many devils are sad.

Utter sorrow.

The devil who stepped on the grenade trap was directly blown into the sky by the huge power of the grenade explosion.

Since it's a blow up.

Naturally, you can't live.

Compared with the little devils who were blown up, those little devils who were not blown up seemed to be lucky.

It's alive after all.

It's just that there's something missing.

Under the power of the grenade, the living devil is either missing arms, legs, ears and eyes.

Of course.

There are also devils who have taken shit luck.

They were neither killed nor injured by the explosion.

But these devils who took shit luck did not fall to the benefit, when they were still in a state of confusion, the dogs and others who were ambushed around fired in an instant.

Bullet.

Countless bullets.

Immediately flew towards those devils.

I have to sigh a little.

A devil is a devil.

Even though they were a little confused at this time, their bodies still habitually lay on the ground, and they picked up the gun in their hands and fought back. Among these devils who fought back against dogs and others, there were some devils who were injured.

Thus.

The devil's toughness.

But then again.

Devils are tough.

But Zhou Tianming and they didn't give it in vain.

Especially in the current situation with the smell of a surprise attack, Zhou Tianming and the others undoubtedly had the upper hand, and the two submachine guns in the hands of the hooligans and the bald head played a huge role, and in just a few minutes, the bullets of the submachine guns they carried were exhausted.

The cost of running out of bullets.

It's the death of the little devil.

The death of countless little devils.

There are also some little devils who have not died yet.

These little devils who are not dead, even if they are not dead, are almost like dead.

The hooligans and others, who were extremely stimulated by the countless tragedies that were currently happening in Nanjing City, rushed out without Zhou Tianming's advice after running out of submachine gun bullets, brandishing a big knife. Three times and five divided by two, came to those devils who were wounded, but not dead, but there was no difference between death, and then raised the big knife in his hand and slashed at these devil soldiers who were barely breathing.

Maybe it's because the hooligans and others are extremely resentful of the devil in their hearts, maybe it's because the hooligans and others have been holding back in their hearts for a long time, or maybe it's because the hooligans and others are eager for revenge, or maybe it's because the hooligans are too strong.

made him cut off the devil's head with a knife, and he was also sprayed with blood splashed from the devil's neck.

These blood.

When he sprayed the hooligan's face, he also fascinated the hooligan's eyes.

Other words.

At this time, the hooligans can't see things clearly.

On the battlefield.

Once the eyes are not good, they can't see clearly.

Something big is going to happen.

If you don't make a good scene, you need to pay for your own life.

Because the battlefield is changing rapidly.

You don't know if there's a devil who plays dead.

Play dead.

Play dead on the battlefield.

It is a means of self-preservation that countless soldiers will encounter and will take.

It's the same as surrendering.

It is a means taken by soldiers in order to survive, in order to live for themselves.

Of course.

There is another situation.

That is to play dead, not for yourself, but to kill the enemy more effectively.

Probably for these reasons, the devils during World War II, after winning the battle, often sent soldiers to mend the soldiers of the national army who had died in battle.

Just in the beginning.

The soldiers of the national army who are fighting with the devils do not know that the devils have such a bad habit, so when the soldiers of the national army perceive that the situation is not good, their defeat is assured, and they cannot escape, they usually choose to play dead, so as to keep themselves alive.

Pity.

These soldiers of the national army who pretended to be dead met devils who were unreasonable and had no humanity at all.

So they feigned death, and it became real death.

There are also some people who are lucky not to be stabbed by the devil, and then survive, such as the veterans who assigned tasks to Zhou Tianming and others, because they sensed that the situation was not good, and then pretended to be dead, and because they were not stabbed by the devils, they survived.

Polar opposite to the formation of devils.

It's a soldier of the national army.

They simply did not develop the habit of winning battles and mending the dead corpses of devil soldiers.

So sometimes.

will suffer a big loss.

They will be killed by a sneak attack by the remnants of the devil soldiers.

Just like now.

The hooligans who were sprayed with blood from the devil's neck cavity and couldn't see anything clearly were targeted by a devil soldier.

The devil soldier, who only had one breath left, took the grenade from his waist with great difficulty, and then pulled the grenade's insurance open.

During World War II, the devil's grenade, after pulling off the grenade safety, still needed to be knocked hard, and then thrown out before it could explode.

Therefore, this devil soldier, who only had one breath left, wanted to knock hard after pulling off the grenade safe.

Looks like.

This guy was going to die with the hooligans and others who were alive at the scene, but because he was too seriously injured, he couldn't activate the grenade.

When the devil knew that he couldn't activate the grenade, he immediately let go of the grenade he was holding.

A devil is a devil.

This guy let go of the grenade, not giving up the idea of killing, but having to resort to another means after he was unable to activate the grenade.

The devil picked up the gun in front of him.

After exerting some effort, he finally aimed the muzzle of the rifle in his hand at the head of the rogue.

This time.

The hooligan was still cleaning the blood from his face with his hands, while others, such as white-collar workers, dogs, bald heads, and others, were racing against time to clean up the battlefield. In the battle just now, they used up all the weapons and ammunition they could use, and if they didn't hurry up to replenish the ammunition, when they encountered the devil later, they could only use their own flesh and blood to fight the devil who was armed to the teeth.

When Gouzi and others were cleaning the battlefield, Zhou Tianming was lazy.

It's not lazy.

Instead, he sat down in place because he was too tired, gasping for air.

Other words.

None of the people present had the idea that the devil would aim a gun at the hooligans.

It's too late.

That's fast.

Just as the remnants of the devil pulled the trigger of the rifle hard, a small figure appeared.