Datong was exceptionally quiet at night, but the sound of car horns outside the city completely broke the quiet, and the sound of the horn was ear-piercing, with a hint of ominousness. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

More than 20 'Nissan 180' trucks rushed back to Datong with smoke and dust all the way from Qingling to Datong, and all the puppet army checkpoints on the road did not dare to make any blockades.

The originally nervous warriors also began to slowly relax, and continued to lie in the trunk to complete the task of loading the wounded, but the smell of blood was so annoying that it smelled too much and made people want to vomit.

The animals of the special combat team did not seem to want to let go of the comrades-in-arms lying in the trunk, and from time to time they even got some blood from the small barrel on the side and splashed it on them or around them, creating the illusion that they were still bleeding.

I really don't know why there is so much blood on the devil's body, and what is in the brains of the special combat team, why do they bring so much blood out. Looking at the progress they spilled, as well as the remaining blood in the tube, it is estimated that there is enough to go back and forth.

"Sun Laosi, your uncle on Lao Tzu Day, can't you splash less? Do you really water Lao Tzu as a flower? Chu Hongguang, the commander of the second company, couldn't stand this guy who used to be in his unit and later joined the special combat team poured blood on him for the eighth time, and couldn't help but shout and scold.

"Hehe...... company commander, you say, just like you are now, you suddenly jumped up for a while, can you scare the devil military doctor to death?" Sun Laosi didn't care about the old company commander's scolding at all, because he had long been used to it.

"If you pour it down again, you won't be able to get to the devil's hospital, and Lao Tzu will be choked to death by the smell of blood first." Seeing that Sun Laosi was about to pour blood on him for the 9th time, Chu Hongguang's tone was much weaker, and the threat in his eyes was replaced by begging.

"It's okay, you're the one who rolled in the pile of dead people, where would you be afraid of this." Without hesitation, without pause, accompanied by a 'hehe' evil laugh around him, a scoop of blood poured on Chu Hongguang's body for the 9th time.

"Sun Laosi, you donkey day, Lao Tzu is not afraid of the smell of blood, but Lao Tzu is afraid of the cold, don't you know? You've poured it all over Lao Tzu, and Lao Tzu is about to freeze to death. "If it weren't for Qin Han's warning before he set off, I'm afraid that Chu Hongguang would have jumped up angrily at this time.

"Company commander, please?" Sun Laosi suddenly threw the scoop in his hand, and asked Chu Hongguang with bright eyes.

"What's the matter? Say. ”

"Tell me about Erya?"

"Roll the calf, Lao Tzu's sister is a college student and a cultural person. Just how many big words do you know? At the mention of his sister Chu Hongguang, his tone was full of pride.

Just when Sun Laosi was about to open his mouth to refute, Sun Changzhong patted the car door in front and said, "Shut up, it's the last checkpoint." ”

The convoy fell silent again, only the roar of the engine continued to sound in the wilderness, and all the devils around Datong had withdrawn to the city, leaving only the puppet army at the checkpoint outside, so the first battalion of the independent regiment pretending to be the devil's wounded soldier transport team was running wildly without care.

Looking at the speeding convoy and listening to the sound of horns, the puppet soldiers at the checkpoint moved the barricades without almost any hesitation.

Dare to drive on a rampage in this land, there will be no one except the devil at all, if you don't want to be killed by the devil in no explanation, the best way is not to touch their moldy head.

And as the convoy left, the puppet platoon commander spat on the ground fiercely and scolded: "TMD little devil, you deserve it." ”

Another puppet soldier with a crooked hat leaned over playfully, handed the platoon leader a cigarette, and then asked, "Platoon commander, what do you see?" ”

"See? Why do you still need to watch this? You kid didn't smell a whiff of blood? The platoon leader took the cigarette, habitually licked it on the cigarette stick, and then lit it in his mouth and said.

"The smell of blood?"

"You were only pulled in later, you haven't fought with devils, I think when Lao Tzu fought with devils, the whole position was like this, and it was ...... at that time." The platoon commander may have taken care of it, so he stopped halfway through his words, but his eyes were a little confused when he looked into the distance.

"Platoon commander, do you mean that the car is full of wounded soldiers of devils?" When the cigarette was about to be halfway smoked, the questioning puppet soldier asked with a little understanding.

"Nonsense, even if you don't see the smell of blood, can't you see the blood on the ground?" The platoon commander threw the cigarette in his hand and slapped it on the head of the puppet army.

"Platoon commander, don't I understand. But ......, wasn't this little devil quite awesome when he passed a few days ago, why did he come back so quickly, and there were so many wounded soldiers. ”

"They're getting hard stubble. If you guess correctly, I'm afraid that the wind of Datong is about to change. Perhaps it was intuition, or maybe the platoon leader really saw something, but in short, his words were confirmed shortly after.

The devils defending Datong City had already seen the lights of the convoy when they were far away, and when the convoy arrived at the gate of the city, the two huge searchlights had all been concentrated on the convoy.

More than 20 military vehicles were covered with dust, and the trunks were covered with bloody wounded, and the people sitting on the side of the trunks were also wrapped in bandages, and some of them looked unstable.

It may be because the wounded are too badly injured, the blood keeps flowing out, and there is blood dripping around the trunk, which is extremely poignant and terrible.

This situation almost scared the devils on the city wall stupidly, and their brains fell into a state of panic, and they forgot to ask.

A shout from Makoto Asama interrupted the shock of the devil soldiers: "Yaga, the warriors of the empire are bleeding, don't you bastards see it?" If they don't open the city gates quickly, they need to rush to the hospital immediately. ”

"But ......"

"But what? Don't you know me, you idiot? If one of my soldiers dies, I'll shoot you with my own hands. Looking at the machine in Qin Han's hand, Asayama Zhongcheng also fought hard, there was no way, he couldn't imagine what kind of impact those photos he took would have if they were returned to China.

Asayama Nakajo was conflicted in his heart, he knew that it was a mistake to help the Chinese army in this way, but so what, he had no choice at all for the sake of his parents, wife and children at home.

Coming out of the Qingling Mine, along the way, the city in the shallow mountains was thinking about whether to launch a sudden attack and kill the demon called Qin Han.

But when he saw that Qin Han pulled the truck out of the mud puddle with a casual pull, he completely gave up this idea, people can't fight monsters no matter what.

It's true that Makoto Asayama is the captain of the brigade, but not every devil soldier will know him, but the pure Japanese with a hint of Tokyo accent proves for him.

Therefore, not long after, the city gate was slowly pushed open by the puppet army under the urging of the devil soldiers, and Datong City opened its arms to the independent regiment at the same time. (To be continued.) )