Thirty-five. Demon Hunter
Wang Weiyi has turned himself into a hunter! He also turned war into a killing game!
Once a man who treats war as a game appears on the battlefield, it can be a nightmare for the enemy.
Lieutenant Conk felt the fear deeply.
In less than an hour, he lost eight of his men, all of whom were killed by a single shot from a secret cold gun. What's even more frightening is that they still don't know where the enemy is!
No matter how strong a person's nerves are, it is easy for people to collapse under such a terrifying killing.
For the first time, Lieutenant Conk felt the fear.
Now, the group of people around him, led by Lieutenant Conk himself, only three people remained, including the lieutenant!
Moving forward or backward? It's a choice that Lieutenant Conk has to make!
But the hunter who hid himself in the shadows wouldn't give Lieutenant Conk any time to think!
The crisp gunfire rang out for the first time, and Lieutenant Conk lost another subordinate!
The other soldier's nerves finally broke completely, let out a frightened scream, dropped the gun in his hand, and turned around and ran.
But that demon hunter won't let him go!
The bullet caught up with him like a viper, and the soldier staggered forward, trying to get himself on his feet, but he couldn't do anything, and then rolled to the ground, and soon remained motionless.
Now, it's Lieutenant Conk who is left alone!
A great chill came from the bottom of Lieutenant Conk's heart.
Eleven people, a whole eleven people, all of them died. And they didn't even see what the hunter really looked like!
Who is that man in the dark?
It didn't take long for Lieutenant Conk to know the answer
A figure emerged from hiding and appeared in Lieutenant Conk's sight, who clenched his revolver in fear.
He could see who was standing!
It was a German officer. The German officer's uniform on his body was filthy and tattered, but he didn't care in the slightest. And what frightened Lieutenant Conk the most was the Enfield rifle that the other party was holding!
It was this British-made rifle that took the lives of eleven British soldiers!
Demon Slayer:
Wang Weiyi - Lieutenant Ernst Brahm!
Conk's body trembled involuntarily, and if it had been possible, he would never have made the decision to pursue.
But it's too late to say anything.
Conk raised the revolver in his hand
Suddenly, he noticed that the corners of the German officer's mouth were cracked, and he seemed to be smiling.
The revolver went off.
However, once a person has an irrepressible fear of the target, it will seriously affect his psychology. Not to mention that Lieutenant Conk was not a good shooter.
All the bullets in the revolver were empty, but not a single shot hit the opponent at all
Wang Weiyi smiled again, is it his turn now?
He lowered his rifle, drew his bayonet, and walked slowly toward Lieutenant Conk.
The frightened Lieutenant Conk threw the revolver at the opponent with all his might, and when he saw the opponent sideways to avoid it, he originally wanted to escape, but the deep-seated pride and honor of the British officer made him hesitate again, and then pulled out the command knife at his waist and roared and threw himself at the opponent.
Lieutenant Conk was a little whimsical.
The person standing across from him was the Rambler - Wang Weiyi!
A rambler who has undergone countless hellish trainings!
He deftly dodged Lieutenant Conker's sturdy stab, and then struck Lieutenant Conker's wrist with a hard blow, and the lieutenant's command knife fell to the ground.
Shocked, Conk saw a figure flash, followed by an extra bayonet to his throat.
Conk stood there stiff.
"Who are you?" Lieutenant Conk asked with difficulty.
"My name is Ernst Bream, Lieutenant Company Commander of the 3rd Company of the Supplementary Battalion of the 16th Infantry Regiment of German Bavaria. You can also call me Wang Weiyi the Rambler! ”
When the voice sounded behind him, Lieutenant Conk had no idea what he meant.
Edifier Wang Weiyi? Why does it have such a strange name?
But he would never know what it was for.
Little by little, the bayonet slit his throat, and when the blood splattered wildly, Wang Weiyi let go of his hand.
Lieutenant Conk fell to the ground.
His hands clutched in the air, as if trying to grasp something, but soon he lost his life.
Twelve people, none of them survived!
Wang Weiyi is very satisfied with his efficiency.
He had never really killed anyone, except for the most brutal training he had ever undergone before the crossing. But when it came to this era, he forgot how much blood he had on his hands.
If there really is hell, maybe I will go to hell when I die, right?
But what does it matter? There is only one rule on the battlefield:
When you can't kill your enemies, sooner or later they will be killed by your enemies
There were no more enemies around, but this was only the first squad pursued by the British, and there were still a large number of enemies surrounding them.
Wang Weiyi put away the bayonet, collected the bullets from the corpses of the British soldiers, and then quickly disappeared into the woods with his Enfield rifle
Montgomery sensed something was wrong.
He was the leader of the pursuit team, and although he didn't know what was going on with Lieutenant Conk, he still felt that something was wrong.
Maybe you shouldn't have gone into the woods at all.
Here, the superiority of forces could not be exploited at all, and would become a target for the Germans to shoot. The numerical disadvantage of the Germans became an advantage here!
So far, none of his team have been killed, not because of the sympathy and mercy of the covert hunters, but because Montgomery ordered the team to slow down the pace of their search.
Until the full situation is clarified, he must take responsibility for the lives of the soldiers.
Still, the muzzle of the hunter's gun found him
Guo Yunfeng, who had killed seven British soldiers, finally found Montgomery and his companions.
The distance is slightly a little bit, but that doesn't stop you.
At a glance, the one in front of him seemed to look like an officer.
Guo Yunfeng pulled the trigger
"Ahh
"Ensign, Ensign, how are you?"
"I'm not dead, I've been shot, I'm bleeding." Montgomery groaned in pain: "Shoot there, get out of the slum, get out of the thus!" ”
This was perhaps the most important and wise decision Montgomery made in his life!
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