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The shells of these years are not as safe as they were decades later. After being hit violently and burned by a high-temperature flame, it exploded on the spot. Countless shrapnel roared and flew in the air, and although the giants bore the brunt, the volunteer soldiers of the company were also not spared. In an instant, twenty or thirty people had been killed and fell to the ground with serious injuries from the shells that should have been poured on the enemy's heads.

This is, as the name suggests, completely uncompromised. The remaining two gas trucks hurriedly stepped on the accelerator and slammed the steering wheel, turning 180 degrees backwards. It's not because I'm afraid of death, but because I'm afraid that the important people in the car will also be affected and will be harmed.

Of course, there is another reason that the two trucks also carry artillery shells. The volunteer army is short of supplies, but nothing can be wasted.

The two gas trucks retreated more than 100 meters in one go, thinking that they had reached a safe place out of threat, and just wanted to stop and breathe a sigh of relief. But suddenly, only the soldiers of the volunteer company were heard shouting at the same time. There was even more shock, horror, pain, and the most intense despair in that voice! When the two Shiki looked out through the window of the car, they were so frightened that they could hardly believe their eyes!

The fat giant, whom all the warriors thought would never stand again, staggered to the ground and stood on the earth again. It's impossible to rely on the remaining leg. So the giant is not a golden rooster, but - both legs! The calf that had been blown off had now grown again, and at first glance, there was no trace of it being blown up!

Regenerative power! That's the scariest thing about the giants! As long as the only weakness in their body is not touched, as long as their vitality is enough to maintain, then no matter what part of their body is missing, they can grow back in the shortest possible time. Although this regenerative power is not unlimited. But let's ask, how can the soldiers of the volunteer army who have come into contact with this creature for the first time in their lives know the details? The only thing they knew was the fact that they could see with their own eyes: the advantage that their comrades-in-arms had sacrificed their lives to gain was now gone. Don't...... Could this monster be ...... Is it really something that can never be defeated?

The volunteer soldiers are definitely not afraid of sacrifice. The problem is that the sacrifice has to be worthwhile. Most of them are peasant children, and they have not read any books, let alone know the truth in "The Art of War" that they can not be defeated in a hundred battles. But the north and the south have fought thousands of miles, and they are worthy of their name, and they have experienced a hundred battles. Their rich experience in warfare tells them that it is best to retreat temporarily when the situation is unfavorable and wait until they have a good way to deal with the enemy. Blindly insisting on being strong and brutal, desperately taking the initiative to die, that is a stupid thing that only a fool can do.

The platoon commander of the Volunteer Army gritted his teeth vigorously and shouted angrily: "Retreat!" The warriors can't be sacrificed needlessly. Everyone protects the chief, retreat immediately! But he pulled out his grenade and threw it at the giant.

You know, retreating is not a simple matter of turning around and running away, that will only lead to an uncontrollable rout. It is necessary to leave some liliang behind to break the rear and contain the enemy to buy time for his comrades. The rest of the troops were able to withdraw unharmed. And there is no doubt that the greatest danger to be taken by those responsible for the latter can be nine deaths.

Nine deaths and one life are just the Fa under normal circumstances. And now, it's definitely an extraordinary situation! Facing the terrifying giant that can't be killed, this is no longer a life of nine deaths, the root is a 100% dead end! However, the platoon commander of the Volunteer Army did not think twice at all, and immediately took the initiative to stand up and take on the task of containing the enemy. Leave the hope of life to your comrades-in-arms and death to yourself.

I didn't feel great, and I didn't have that self-sacrificing satisfaction. The platoon commander of the volunteer army is just single-minded, doing what he takes for granted. As a leader in the army, he should take on more dangers and greater responsibilities than ordinary soldiers. This is an obligation that comes with being promoted to this position.

This is the basic quality and understanding that every mature soldier and every party member has in the volunteer army, and there is nothing special at all. But there is no doubt that it is precisely because of this realization that they are ...... The loveliest of people!

Grenades do not deliver a truly fatal blow to the giants. However, it can at least delay the giant's attack a little. The rest of the volunteer soldiers, protecting the gas truck with the real big man in charge, retreated as fast as they could. However, at this moment, the figure in front of him flickered, and the sickly-looking second lieutenant of the Airborne Regiment, William Bergern, who didn't know when he started, had jumped off the shoulders of the giants and blocked in front of the volunteer soldiers, as if he was about to outflank the front and back.

With a sinister smile, he raised his hands high, and in his left and right palms, he held a richly decorated Browning spear at the same time. I couldn't help it, and immediately raised my gun to shoot. "呯~呯~呯~呯~" Four crisp shots rang out one after another, and the four tires of the two gas trucks were shot at the same time, and they were blown up on the spot.

The truck barely managed to rush forward about seven or eight meters away, and then broke down, unable to move any longer. Even if the truck has a spare tire, is there still time to let them change the tire slowly? The volunteer soldiers shouted angrily and raised their weapons to shoot at William Bergern. If bullets can't deal with giants, can't they deal with ordinary people?

Yes, indeed! The second lieutenant of the Airborne Regiment does not seem to have the perverted regenerative abilities of giants. So if he gets hit by a bullet, he will definitely not have any good fruit to eat. However, bullets could not hit him. He tossed and turned, dodged and moved, and danced a gorgeous death martial arts on this battlefield. Each action is calculated to ensure that its damage can be reduced to the maximum. At the same time, the two guns kept spewing out scorching tongues of fire from the most tricky angles, constantly hitting one target after another.

A limited number of bullets were used with maximum efficiency. This is exactly what is called - gun fighting! Superb, weird, and powerful abilities allow him to single-handedly block nearly 100 volunteer soldiers. At this moment, there is no doubt that the second lieutenant of the airborne regiment has mastered all the initiative, he is the god on the battlefield!

Unable to break through. Even though a total of 26 rounds of ammunition were empty in the magazines of the two Browning guns in the blink of an eye, the volunteer soldiers still could not take the opportunity to break through this seemingly weak, but in fact impregnable defensive line. Because William Bergern miraculously needed only two seconds to go from withdrawing the old magazine to replacing it with a new one. And the magazine around him never seemed to run out.

Impregnable! This is an impregnable wall built by a mere man. There is no way, and there are pursuers behind. The fat giant's creepy and strange laughter sounded again. It strides to trample the platoon commander of the volunteer army who stands in the way, and then enjoy this bloody feast to the fullest.

The platoon commander of the volunteer army, who had used up all the bullets and grenades, was ready to sacrifice in his heart. His eyes flashed with determination, and he stood as steady as Mount Tai as he clutched the 38 cover with the bayonet on it. Even if he died, he would desperately delay this monster for even a second. Even if he died, he would make this monster pay the corresponding price, and he would never let it get better!

Pointless! In the eyes of the fat giant, the sacrifice of the platoon commander of the volunteer army has no meaning. He can't stop himself, and he can't hurt himself. But the monster enjoyed the sensation of trampling a man alive on the soles of his feet and slowly rolling him into a meat sauce. With its companions in front of it, it was not in a hurry to complete its mission, but decided to treat the warrior in front of it as a pre-dinner snack and eat it later.

It's like Tarzan pressing the top! The shadow of the huge soles of the feet has completely enveloped the platoon commander of the Volunteer Army. However, at this moment, the shout of "quack~quack~" suddenly fell from the sky. Two big crows, covered in snow white and without half a sè hair, fluttered their wings and flew over, regardless of the three-seven-twenty-one, and pecked fiercely at the giant's eyes!

How could two crows hurt the giant? The monster waved its arms disapprovingly, trying to push the two birds away. However, the agility of their movements is unexpected. His mind was thus divided, and for a few moments, the giant's attention was completely distracted by the crow, and he no longer bothered to pay attention to the movement at the soles of his feet.

"It's now, everyone!" With a loud shout, the [Great Wall of Flesh] team launched an all-round action. I can't take it anymore! Even though they knew that there might be trouble in the future, they could not afford to watch these loveliest people being slaughtered at will by Liliang, who obviously did not belong to this shijie, without doing anything themselves. So they rushed out of the grove where they were hiding and quickly joined the battlefield.

Splitting the pawn into two ways is the best strategy. Chen Sheng had a relationship with the bald eagle before, and he already knew something about gun fighting. So he took the lead and rushed to the second lieutenant of the airborne regiment. Before the person arrives, the bullet arrives first. In an instant, the bullets fired from the guns of both sides collided with each other in mid-air, and nine brilliant sparks burst out of thin air on the spot.

William Bergern was stunned, no matter what, he couldn't have imagined that among the volunteer soldiers, there were people with such magical skills. But the soldiers are in danger, how can he be allowed to think carefully during the battle? It was too late, and the distance between the two sides had been narrowed to a distance. Chen Sheng drank loudly, reversed the handle of the sand eagle gun, and struck at the enemy's temple.

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