Brother Dao, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were playing dead? Are you still lying down?

Donatro almost said this, but he still didn't speak, because the Indian soldier on the ground at this time had already exerted his strength.

The other party was lying down, with his hands on his chest, holding the gun, but now, Donatello came to pick up the gun, and just as he was close to the other party, the other party suddenly let go of his right hand, waved it into a fist, and smashed it towards Donatro's head!

As soon as Donatro lowered his head, he happened to hit the helmet heavily, this time, the force was actually quite strong, which made Donatro instantly feel like he was going to faint, if he hit the temple directly, it would be absolutely over.

And Donatro was in a trance, and his hand was still exerting force, so he actually snatched the gun, after all, it was the other party who let go of a hand.

However, before Donatro had time to rejoice, the opponent's second punch arrived, this punch was even more ferocious, Donatro was directly knocked down and lay on his side.

The Indian soldier rolled over and rode on Donatro's body, and then, grabbing Donatro's collar with one hand, and waving it with the other, punch and punch!

Donatro felt a faint glow in front of his eyes, gradually turning blood red, and he knew that if he didn't fight back, there would be no chance.

Now that the scuffle continues, there may or may not be someone who will come to help, in short, Donatello is on his own!

In the midst of the struggle, Donatro's hand groped, groped, reached the other's belt, and there, there was a grenade!!

So, without any hesitation, Donatro pulled the fuse of the grenade and wanted to die together!

In one night, I killed more than a dozen Indian soldiers, which is already enough!

So, the grenade snorted, and when asked about the smell of the fuse, the Indian soldier was stunned for a moment.

What's going on? He looked down and saw the smoking grenade, and instantly understood something, this Italian, who was almost beaten to death by himself, actually pulled the grenade!

His hand was loosened, his mouth was screaming in an unknown bird language, and he reached for it to his waist, trying to pull the grenade out and throw it away.

There was a delay in the grenade, but he didn't know if it would work, he just tried his best.

Take it out, it hasn't exploded yet, and then throw it out!

"Boom!" The Indian soldier had so much force that his grenade flew more than a dozen meters before it exploded in the process of falling.

Finally turned the corner!

As soon as the Indian soldier relaxed, he felt his body suddenly overturn.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Donatro turned over violently and pressed the Indian soldier under him, and instead of smashing his fist on the opponent's head, he grabbed the opponent's head with both hands and slammed it to the ground!

Once, twice, three times, the other party's head also bled out, but the other party suddenly burst out with more strength, and suddenly pulled Donatro's neck over and hit his own head hard!

This Indian is crazy!

Indians, many times like to use their heads to carry things, hundreds of pounds of motorcycles, can walk on top, their heads, stronger, this time, Donatro head hit dizzy, he felt that he was about to exhaust.

The second blow of the Indians made Donatello realize the horror of the open nation, he felt that he had no strength, and his vision gradually blurred.

Then, when the other party came to hit him for the third time, Donatro's body tilted, his head turned to the side, and in his confused vision, he saw the Indian's black neck full of dirt, and then, Donatro did not hesitate, his ears sounded the words of the instructor during the day, even if it is with teeth, you can fight!

His teeth, which used to eat fragrant spaghetti, were his favorite, and now, his teeth, biting into the unpleasant neck, biting into the side, where there are major arteries.

He heard the sound of skin breaking, he heard the sound of blood vessels breaking, and then, his mouth, was occupied by a fishy red liquid.

The Indian was frightened, made a ula ula sound, and wanted to struggle, but Donatro did not let go, he continued to suck hard, suck, gulps of hot blood, flowed into his mouth, into his stomach, at this moment, he felt exhausted, however, his mouth, never let go.

Before he lost consciousness, he heard countless footsteps coming from behind, and reinforcements had arrived!

……

The sky is gradually getting brighter.

"Crunch." A barrel wagon used in the field stopped at the Mitrian mountain range, a pair of leather boots stepped on the ground first, and then a tall and handsome Germanic general stepped down.

Rommel, having learned that the position here had been conquered by the Italian army, was quite happy and came to the front line to inspect it in person, despite the obstruction of the adjutants!

At this time, the battlefield had not yet been cleaned, and the corpses of many soldiers who died in battle were still placed there.

Some were shot and fell, some were stabbed to death with bayonets, some twisted together, and remained in the same posture until death, in short, all kinds of things.

Seeing this scene, Rommel silently took off his hat.

Once the success will be achieved, this tragic battle will surely go down in history!

Marshal Graziani also got out of the car, and he looked at this scene with a complicated expression on his face.

Is it still his soldiers here? Winning in hand-to-hand combat, which was unimaginable before!

"Marshal, the casualty rate of our first infantry division is more than forty percent." Beside him, Garibaldi whispered.

Forty percent! Marshal Graziani was shocked again!

At this moment, Rommel crouched down, and he saw the body of an Italian soldier, this corpse, at this time, was holding a posture.

His mouth, on the neck of an Indian soldier, was covered with blood, and the Indian soldier died of blood loss.

The Italian soldier's head was broken, there were shocking wounds everywhere, and one eye was turned out, but, before he died, the soldier was still biting the other party's neck with his teeth, and he bit the other party to death!

"This is a brave soldier." Rommel said: "Even in our German army, such a brave soldier deserves an Iron Cross." ”

His voice was high, and with his words, the Italian soldiers around him had another color in their eyes, a color of light.

And at Rommel's feet, the body of the Italian soldier, slowly moved.