The mountain artillery was a little glad that at ten o'clock, the second child and the others were withdrawn. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Otherwise, relying on the advantage of troops, Mao Zi will definitely be able to cut the elite combat soldiers and elite horses and surround them!

Now, it's different!

The defensive ring formed by more than a dozen war fortresses once again became an insurmountable line of defense for Maozi.

It's like a copy of the red wall!

A kilometre south of the Kremlin.

In the empty mall, in addition to the scattered goods, there are several waitresses who have been stripped naked and killed.

Zhukov, who was pushed by the guards, frowned and looked at everything in front of him.

"Who did it?"

"General, it's a dozen prison guards who have retired from the Gulag!"

"Slag! I'll report all this to the Generalissimo! Zhukov waved his hand and ordered his men to take some cover and put it on the waitress.

It's not that they don't want to punish those Gulag members who take advantage of the chaos, but they really don't have the courage to declare war on the Cheka!

Subsequently, with the help of several guards, the person was carried to the third floor with the wheelchair.

Through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, it's easy to see the glow of the guns in the Kremlin.

Zhukov carefully took out a pair of binoculars from the package on his chest.

The strange style, as well as the pale green lenses, seems to be no different from the night vision equipment in North Asia!

After observing for a long time, Zhukov sighed indifferently, "Order, stop the attack!" ”

After fighting with this group of bandits, he naturally knows some strange things.

Tanks that appear out of thin air, combat vehicles that appear out of thin air, and ordinary machinery that loot the past will become extremely powerful in an instant.

Sometimes Zhukov can't help but wonder, is this group of people really the demons of the East?

But no matter what, the war will continue.

It's not about life, it's a soldier's mission!

Defend the family and defend the country!

If the attack cannot be broken, there is no need to waste troops.

Moreover, the reason why this group of people clinged to the church square must be understood!

You know, that open space isn't a good place to defend!

Thinking of this, Zhukov took a closer look again.

Suddenly, the pupils staring into the distance shrank, and the hand holding the telescope shook even more, almost dropping what it regarded as a treasure to the ground.

What do you see?

A North Asian soldier in a black combat uniform, after his legs were blown up by a grenade, climbed back without saying a word!

That's not the point!

The point is that with no one to help, he actually climbed to the bucket behind him alone and poured the liquid inside on the rotten leg!

Zhukov's cheeks, distorted by severe pain, made Zhukov admire and be shocked by the indifference of the North Asian army.

None of the comrades-in-arms around went to help!

Even if your legs are blown up, as long as the rescue is timely, you will definitely survive!

But what did he see?

Next to him, an inch-headed man with a silver and a white pistol and two pistols, not only was he indifferent, but he also seemed to laugh at something.

"Elite Zero Zero, I've seen you blown up three times, JJ won't be gone, right?" The second child, who was arranged to provide liquor and ammunition in the back, was about to use a pistol to pick open Zero-Zero's pants as he spoke.

"Second master, let me slow down, it's too special for a mother's pain! When our legs were blown off by our own shells, it didn't taste so good! Zero-Zero-Seven, with a pale face, gasped and lit a cigarette for himself.

", it was blown up at the time, and it didn't hurt anything except for the itching! Now that the liquor is driving away the fragments in your flesh and repairing the nerve tissue, it will definitely hurt! ”

"Hiss, my knees are all lifted, Jio, it hurts so much..."

"Or I'll cut it for you?" envied the second child of the mountain artillery with a horizontal knife and a roaring sword, and also gave himself a bullish saber.

"Don't, second master, your boning knife, you should keep it for yourself!" Half a cigarette, the rotten leg has returned to normal.

Zero-Zero-Seven, who had spent a lot of physical strength and fat, walked quickly to a large basin in the rear, devoured a few chicken legs, stuffed a tomato into his mouth, and hurriedly stepped into the defense line again with a white wine and an assault rifle.

With lively legs, how can there be a little wounded person?!

Zhukov, who saw all this, was completely confused.

If, on the battlefield, the enemy overcomes himself with unbelievable tactics, Zhukov will definitely not have the slightest fear!

But now, the rotten leg can be restored to its whole body, who can tell me what it is!

Holy?

Or is it the legendary holy healing?

Zhukov, who was in a mess in his head, just wanted to put down his binoculars and prepare to find a place to be quiet.

I didn't think about it, but I saw an inch-headed man who had not entered the battle line, holding a boning knife, dividing the injured arm of a wounded man by two.

Then, he grabbed the wounded man and pressed him into another vat with one hand.

One second, two seconds, three seconds・・・・・

The wet wounded again rushed to the front・・・・・

"Demons! They are demons!! ”

"That's right! It's the demons, and their target is the church! ”

"Church! Holy Relic! They're trying to destroy what threatens them!! ”

Zhukov, who only has communist beliefs, can no longer suppress the fanaticism of another faith in his heart at this moment!

If the demon can be resurrected, the divine can definitely be healed!

His broken leg may still be hopeful!

Stopping the roar in his heart, Zhukov put down the binoculars and beckoned to the people behind him, "Go back to the headquarters, I want to talk to the generalissimo!" ”

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"Huh? Demon?! Bullshit!! Comrade Zhukov, you can't be frightened by those bandits who have the guts to the sky, right? ”

Faced with Zhukov's explanation, Starling laughed maniacally twice and then began to roar.

"Generalissimo, the wounded have indeed been saved! And, after fighting all night, our army did not kill a single North Asian soldier! Don't you think this is very strange? ”

"No, no, no! I never thought there was anything wrong with them, but you reminded me that you were wrong! Hundreds of thousands of Soviet soldiers, who were almost destroyed by you pigs who only knew how to eat me, drink me, and show off with my rewards, were almost destroyed by this group of bandits with only a thousand people! There are indeed a lot of strange things! Congratulations, Comrade Zhukov, you are no longer a general! ”

"Bang..."

Listening to the blind voice on the phone, Zhukov had not yet reacted, but the guards behind him rushed up.

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm sorry Comrade Zhukov, you were arrested! We suspect you have an ulterior secret with the North Asian bandits! ”

Zhukov was stunned.

These people are their own personal guards!

He had just spoken to the generalissimo on the phone, and this group of people was about to arrest themselves.

This speed, this identity・・・・・・

Zhukov, who was ripped off his wheelchair, was like being poured a basin of cold water, and he couldn't help but shiver.