With a pop, the Neutral Zone soldier slowly fell down with wide eyes, the rifle in his hand pulling the wound of the Imperial slave soldier, making his originally bloody wound even more tattered.

"Hehehe, Freedmen!"

The Imperial slave staggered a few steps in place, his swarthy face full of unconcealed smiles.

He grinned, a bright red between his dark yellow teeth.

Although the wound was painful, he was happy from the bottom of his heart.

If you have not experienced the days of enslavement, you will not know how much a person longs for freedom.

Even if he will die in the next moment, but with the promise of His Majesty the Emperor, his descendants will definitely say goodbye to their slave status, right?

Seeing his companions rushing into the position of the neutral zone like wolves, the slave landed on the ground with a rifle and staggered forward.

Just as he was about to fall into the trench, he saw a soldier from the neutral zone who happened to have a bayonet stabbed one of his comrades in the eye.

At this time, he had the strength in his body out of nowhere, and instantly raised his rifle, and in the blink of an eye, stabbed the bayonet into the chest of the neutral zone soldier.

Puff puff puff

After the slave soldier handed out the bayonet, the whole person lost his balance and fell directly into the trench, which happened to knock the neutral zone soldier down.

"Hey, hey, ten dollars."

The slave soldier trembled and wrote a cross on the ground with his fingers, and then laughed and lost the last consciousness of his life.

"Hasty, hasty!"

In the chaos of the battlefield, a neutral zone soldier armed with a heat rifle stands out in the trenches.

Because there is no limit to magazines, the squad leader will not be stingy to reward a shot as long as he sees a slave soldier along the way.

Although no one would thank him at all in this situation, he didn't have time to care about these little things.

At this time, the last thing he could let go of in his heart was the few recruits under his hands.

A bloodied Imperial slave was smashed aside with the butt of his gun, and the squad leader raised his leg and kicked another slave soldier in the stomach, then raised his hand to pull the trigger, instantly leaving a blood-colored hole in his head.

The scene of meeting those recruits for the first time flashed in my mind, and I had just been promoted from recruit to squad leader at that time.

Although most of the reason is because of the heat rifle in his hand, he doesn't care, he is willing, he just likes to be an officer, even if it is just for five recruits.

However, in less than three days, the positions of the entire neutral zone have retreated again and again, until the present point of no retreat.

Although there were other friendly positions in the future, imagining the combat effectiveness of the last batch of recruits, he knew that if this side of the front line collapsed, then the positions behind would definitely be even more unbearable than this side.

After all, there is hardly a veteran soldier in the rear position, and those guys who have just taken a gun and even skipped the training of recruits can have combat effectiveness? Joke!

While thinking wildly, the squad leader's vision suddenly darkened, and he subconsciously looked up, only to see two imperial slaves grinning and jumping from above the trench.

Because of the guy in his hand, these two imperial slaves have been eyeing him for a long time.

The heat rifle is the standard weapon of the main force of the Imperials, and the people in the neutral zone actually have it.

It's not that these slave soldiers don't want better weapons, it's really that the conditions don't allow it, after all, the emperor ** department implements a class weapon distribution system.

Only freedmen are entitled to heat rifles, and slave soldiers are only eligible to fight the neutral zone with rags.

But there is a premise for this, the captured ones do not count, that is, if they can kill the soldiers in this neutral zone, then even if they have a heat rifle, they will not be tracked down by the commander.

"!"

The squad leader shouted viciously, then raised his hand and pulled the trigger in mid-air.

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The heat beam passed through the Imperial slave's chest in the air, but the other Imperial slave handed out his rifle as he fell.

Poof.

The squad leader's not very strong body was directly nailed to the ground with a bayonet.

There was a heart-rending pain in his right chest, but before he could react, the Imperial slave raised his foot and slammed on his arm.

Under the pain, the squad leader's hand loosened, and the rifle slipped directly from his body.

The slave soldier was overjoyed when he saw the heat source rifle, and he didn't care about the squad leader who was nailed to the ground, and he lowered his head to pick up the gun.

I have to say that he misestimated the vitality of the squad leader, and at the moment of life and death, the squad leader ignored it, and his two arms violently exerted force, actually making himself slowly get up from the ground.

For some reason, although the wound was very hideous at this time, he didn't feel the slightest pain.

Seeing that the slave soldier had just put his hand on the heat rifle, the squad leader raised his leg and kicked the slave soldier directly.

After that, under the stunned expression of the other party, he reached out and took off the military dagger from his waist in an instant, and roared directly at the slave soldiers on the ground.

The slave soldiers, who were still in a state of astonishment, didn't expect that the people in the neutral zone on the other side would still be able to stand up, let alone that the other party would still have the strength to resist.

With a snort, the dagger pierced his chest instantly, and the slave soldier looked down, his trembling hand was just about to touch the wound, but the squad leader pulled out the dagger directly.

The bright red liquid gushed out in an instant, completely dyeing the squad leader's already unclean face into a bloody color.

The squad leader staggered back two steps, the strength in his body just now gradually lost, and an unhealthy white rose on his face.

"Hehehehe."

Looking at the imperial slave who was destined to die, he couldn't help but grin, he didn't expect him to die here.

If it weren't for those little cubs, he would have been in a safe trench at this time or would have run away a long time ago, how could he fight with this dirty imperial slave?

The eyes of the Imperial slave on the other side who were not yet dead blurred for a while, and he also grinned when he saw that the neutral zone soldier actually grinned at him.

I'm afraid this neutral zone soldier is not a fool, laugh at you numbness!

In this way, the two culprits who killed each other lost the last consciousness of their lives at the same time, but the smile before death remained on their faces forever.

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A flame rises, and a cigarette is lit.

Ye Ming and Fang Yu were strolling through the city of the Empire at this time, to be honest, compared to the neutral zone, although there were more rules on the Empire's side, on the whole, it seemed to have a sense of science and technology.

The towering buildings completely shade the sunlight, and the large screen floating in mid-air is showing the battle situation on the front line.

Countless Imperial slave soldiers and soldiers in the neutral zone were fighting hand-to-hand at this time, white knives in and red knives out, although the postures of both sides were relatively amateurish, but there was no hesitation to kill people. If you want to talk about "Killer Jungle" with more like-minded people, WeChat pays attention to "excellent reading literature", chats about life, and looks for confidants~