The physical strength has reached the limit. In one house, nine Allied devils surrounded me.

"Chick, you can't run." Seeing that I was surrounded, an Allied GI put away his assault rifle with a wolf-like expression.

I secretly raised a pistol, aimed it at the first Allied devil and pulled the trigger, and the guy immediately "plopped" and fell to the ground. Then I aimed at the other Allied forces in a triple shot, and effortlessly hit the vital points of the three Allied forces.

Seeing that I killed four of them as soon as I made a move, the remaining five allies no longer dared to be careless.

I quickly flashed into the corner. The Allied devils were trying to capture me alive, and several daggers were handed to my body almost at the same time.

But they underestimated me too much. After years of training, most of the soldiers are not only spiritually fanatical, but also have excellent fighting qualities, and have received rigorous military training, which is not comparable to the American militia.

It's a lie to say that I didn't panic. Although I have also trained hard, it is not a hassle to beat a few full-grown and strong men. But I majored in snipers, and I rarely had hand-to-hand combat with the enemy.

I saw that five daggers had already pierced in front of me. I twisted my waist quickly, flicked the dagger in my hand to the right, swung a few daggers to the side, and then swung my arm forward with a forceful swing, stabbing into the chest of the Allied devil on the far left, and then I twisted my wrists and quickly withdrew the dagger

The guy groaned and fell, blood gushing out. I took advantage of the situation, and the dagger had already pierced his lung. In vain, he opened his mouth wide in an attempt to inhale more air, as if he were a fish that had left the water and was dying.

I let out a loud shout and made a gesture to attack the Allied devils on the right. A few devils on the right hurried away from my attack. However, one of the Allied devils on the left was tricked, and when he took advantage of the situation, I swung my dagger and stabbed him in the throat.

The wounds on his arms, as well as the wounds that had been cut in the tin warehouse, were already bleeding. Killing six people in melee combat is much more difficult than shooting six people. I'm already tired.

Next, as if the three of them had discussed, the bayonets stabbed at me from three directions.

Bastard, what to do with this situation?

In desperation, I dodged the dagger in the upper middle. For the dagger on the lower road, I had to look at the opportunity and kick the opponent's head hard.

With great force, the opponent's rifle was tilted and pointed diagonally at his companion to his left. I saw an opportunity, rushed forward with an arrow, and swung my dagger with my right hand and smashed it on the back of his neck.

"Click-" The guy was pierced into the spine by a sharp dagger in the neck. Then there was a gushing of blood, and his neck was like a soft noodle, softly twisted to the side.

The remaining two Allied devils did not dare to attack recklessly. They gave up on the idea of capturing me, and drew their guns one after another, intending to kill me outright.

The gauze on his arms was already red, and his calves were also a big red patch, and he had to fight quickly.

The Allied devil on the left had already drawn his pistol and was roaring ready to open fire on me. I flicked my dagger, and while he and his companion collided together, I twisted it hard, and my dagger was pinned by him!

As soon as the Allied devil on the right saw that there was an opportunity, he quickly pulled out his gun and prepared to fire at my head. I quickly let go, and one side gave way.

With the roar of the other party's assault rifle, the bullet "brushed and brushed-" to the ground, sticking to my side and grazing past me. I grabbed the Allied devil's gun with my left hand and flew up with my right foot in a ferocious side kick. hit the opponent in the lower abdomen, and kicked the guy to let go of the assault rifle gun, and "smack" backwards.

Grabbing the assault rifle I had just captured, I opened fire on the Allied devils on my left. The guy managed to find the assault rifle that he had just dropped on the ground, and he was caught off guard and I shot it into the lower abdomen. I didn't let go of the grip on the trigger and let the bullet tear his body apart.

With a "bang", the Allied devil was disemboweled by his own bullets, and his colorful intestines flowed out at once. Some of the intestines had been pierced by sharp bullets, but I knew full well that the wounds were not severe enough to kill them immediately. The great pain made the creature on the ground cry uncontrollably and miserably.

Eight were killed, and the last one didn't matter. I looked up at the last guy who was already filled with fear with an extremely cold look, and walked towards him step by step.

Hopefully, he once participated in the massacres called "wars" in Peru and Vietnam. Because if this is the case, he can probably also understand the fear of the Peruvian and Vietnamese people who were slaughtered by them before they died.

I approached him, who was wet underneath, fell to his knees with a thud, and shouted, "I surrender!" Don't kill me! ”

I turned a deaf ear and raised my gun in my hand.

Perhaps thinking that my English was poor, the other party used broken Russian and shouted words like "communism" and "surrender" at me.

Then I shot him sharply.

"Don't be so sad, you're actually lucky," I chuckled, "and if you hadn't broken through, you wouldn't have died too quickly." ”

Then he quickly picked up the assault rifle from the ground, pulled the bolt and pressed a row of bullets into the magazine. While pressing the bullets, look around.

There are more and more enemies. There were several other Allied forces approaching here, and I had just raised my sniper rifle and killed one Allied soldier, and the other Allied took the opportunity to open fire, and the bullet grazed my thigh, and blood was running down my thigh.

The situation is already extremely dangerous. I quickly raised my gun and fired, knocking down the devil who had fired.

Nevertheless, the nearest few Allied troops rushed to me, several bayonets around my neck, and I raised my hands in surrender.

At this moment, with a few piercing gunshots, several gusts of wind blew from a distance, slamming into the bodies of several allied troops in front of them!

I saw Makarov standing there in the depths of the corridor with an assault rifle in his hand, his eyes cold.

I kept shooting out the window as I ran towards Makarov's position. The gunfire behind me grew more and more intense, as if the Allies had concentrated all their forces against me.

Just when I was exhausted, a dense burst of gunfire and loud shouts of killing rang out.

"What's going on?" After running to the bunker where Makarov was, I asked Makarov, who was calmly firing on his face, "Why are you here?" ”

Makarov didn't seem to have time to answer me. He ran out of cover and slashed at the neck of one of the closest allied fleeing allies to us. The head flew up all of a sudden, and the "bones" fell to the ground. Immediately, blood gushed out of the headless neck like a fountain.

Three Allied soldiers who had lost their guns were driven into a dead end by Makarov. Seeing that they were cornered, the three of them turned around and pulled out the dagger next to their boots, and the dagger rushed towards them with a "babbling".

Makarov slammed open a dagger, and with a twist of his hand, cut off half of the Allied head, and brains and blood flew out. Then he kicked back and kicked a nearby Allied soldier out of the way.

It was at this time that an allied dagger stabbed Makarov in the left shoulder. However, Makarov looked ruthless and sent it forward, and the dagger pierced deeper into his shoulder and got out of his hands!

Blood soaked a piece of shoulder, and Makarov didn't seem to care. Pulled a steel rod, stabbed it in, and picked it up. The creature's chest was sliced open, revealing Sensen's white bones, and he threw himself on the ground in pain, wailing bitterly.

Makarov didn't care about the wounds, he didn't care about the dying guys. I couldn't stand it, so I shot the wailing guy on the ground.

I always felt a little sorry for Makarov when he looked at the corpses that I had quickly killed.

"Love of the free world" and "Honor of God", when the devilish Makarov advanced, were long forgotten by the last Allied forces. He stepped back in horror, his eyes full of fear.

Makarov crouched down and chuckled at the Allied devils on the ground in a playful tone: "I have a third world greeting.

The other party was so frightened that he couldn't scream, and just sat stupidly, his eyes dim.

Makarov then raised his assault rifle and opened fire on the Allied soldier who was sitting on the ground. After a fierce burst of gunfire, the opponent's head was smashed into a sieve. Like a cocove that has been cut, Bai Huahua's brain is flowing to the ground.

"You seem to ...... Hate the Americans very much. When everything was calm, I slowly got up, sighed, and said to Makarov.

Makarov regained his composure. But he only tugged on the bolt of the gun and didn't answer me.