In this war, if there are bystanders, then he must mistakenly think that this is a battle that will end together!

The turtledove still underestimated the power of the bomb, and also underestimated the huge power of nearly a hundred grenades, which exploded together in a range of only a few hundred square meters!

The white cavalry, huddled next to each other, ate all the explosions.

There wasn't even a scream.

It was only after that loud bang that the hill fell into complete silence.

There was no process in this battle, it didn't even officially declare the beginning, it ended after that 'boom'!

It's like two teams have just started a fight, and one of them is suddenly shocked to find that all the players on their side have been sent off with red cards, and they are banned for life!

I don't know why, and I don't have a place to reason. They didn't figure it out until they died.

Everything came to an abrupt end!

……

Bill the Sharpshooter stood at the back of his team, he was a hard-working fellow, not only served as the commander of the team, but also put his own burden on himself and became the military judge of the team.

When the 'stones' that rose from the sky fell down on him, he was still extremely puzzled-

However, before he could find the answer, he saw the light of the fire rising from the ground!

At that moment, the well-informed Captain Bill jumped off the horse for the first time!

As his ass left the horse, he screamed "......"

Then he heard a loud bang behind him, and he was thrown into the air. In mid-air, he still stubbornly insisted on finishing the unfinished word "A......"

The word was particularly long, and although he rolled in the air like a ball of yarn slapped by a cat's paw, his high-pitched voice was pulled into a continuous thread that had been torn apart, and it sounded thick and thin.

Until he fell to the ground, fell in an upside-down position, and rolled down the hill with a clatter. The "k" pronunciation was finally fully exalted from its mouth.

Blood mixed with blood foam spurted from his mouth one by one, like an alcoholic who had drunk 20 bottles of beer in a row, and after continuing to pour the 21st bottle into his stomach, he was pouring a flood of water!

Bill's strong desire to survive drove him to get up and run again when he was not on his feet.

The slope of the hill is not huge, but that means the slope is long!

Bill got up and fell again, but he was a cowboy of great skill and even if he fell, he still fell on the run. With the help of this fall, he was several meters away from the center of the explosion.

Then he got up again and kept running!

……

on the hills.

The scalp is the first to rise up from the mud and sand.

In this trench, his original position was near the eight-color banner. He made an oath that 'the flag is in the people, the flag is dead, and the people die', and he is determined to stand under the flag.

The explosion had already blown the flagpole flying to the point where I don't know where it was.

The first thing the scalp does when it comes out of the mud and sand is to grope around on the ground.

His eyes were wide open, and the balls were about to fall out of their sockets, like a thin frog. But he couldn't see anything.

"The flag is still there!"

"Haha! The flag is still there! ”

"Turtledove, haha! The flag is still there! ”

The scalp screamed excitedly and raised what was in his hand high.

It was a black arm bone, and I don't know who it once belonged to, but it was about the same length and thickness as a broken flagpole.

There were still some tendons and muscles attached to it, and the scalp was brushed with the other hand, which made it even more sure that this was the banner he was going to guard.

"The flag is still there!"

"Turtledove, look, the flag is still there!"

He approached the 'flag' affectionately, hugged it like his own child, and kissed it! It's broken, but, yes, that's what the flag smells like.

The banner he swore to protect was born from the bloody rain on Turkey Ridge, and along the way, I don't know how many people's blood was splashed on it.

And his own blood.

He was very familiar.

……

The huge hard legs struggled hard in the air, like a radish that wanted to pull itself out.

When he pulled himself out, the clothes on his body had long since disappeared, and his whole body was covered with a black shell. Standing stupidly on the ground, snow-white flesh and pitch-black shells intertwined, at first glance, isn't this a black uncle who steals flour?

"Hey, hey!"

"Hey, hey, hey!"

He smirked twice, raised his palm and shook it in front of his eyes, as if grasping something.

After a moment of flailing around, he saw that there were still two legs in the dirt mound.

He remembered, isn't that just a silver nugget?

This old cripple!

He staggered and pounced, grabbed the legs, and pulled them hard.

"Old cripple, I'm here to save you!"

He shouted happily.

Holding two broken legs that reached only the knee in his hands, a huge hard smile stiffened on his face.

He looked at the leg in his hand, and then at the mound, and it was as if he had thought of something.

The monster screamed, threw the two broken legs, and shouted towards the trench where the turtledove was just now:

"Turtledove! Turtle dove! ”

……

But the turtledove saw nothing, heard nothing.

He knew he wasn't dead yet, but if he continued like this, he would soon be dead.

He guessed that he must have a big dick pressed on his back!

Maybe it's a horse!

He writhed like an earthworm, trying to dig a hole out of the soft sand.

However, as he inhaled more and more sand between his noses, he gradually felt that his body was becoming more and more numb.

Even if I have said to myself a thousand times and ten thousand times: I am not afraid of death!

But by this time, the fear of death had overcome everything. He was desperately trying to lift his head.

However, the more panicked I was, the more I couldn't do anything.

It's like a drowning person desperately trying to get out of the water, but the harder he pushes, the faster he dies.

Just when his consciousness was about to gradually become cloudy, he heard someone call his name in his ear!

"Turtledove!"

"Turtledove!"

The torrent of memories suddenly poured into his mind, which was about to be numb, and the strength returned to him as if it were shining back.

So he used all his strength to hold on - and finally fresh air came to his nose!

He knew he had survived!

……

It was not the horse that pressed on him, but the unconscious peso.

At the moment of the explosion, Bisso's turtledove took a step faster and fell on top of him.

This is a lucky fellow, he is not dead.

But after he woke up, he was slapped twice on the ground.

"Do you know that you almost killed the turtledove!" The two big hard eyes were about to stare at Peso's face, and one mouth was crooked, and I didn't know if it was blown up or angry.

The peso was still in a state of bewilderment, and his eyes were just staring straight down the hill.

There, a guy with a fire burning in his butt was running around in circles, one after another......

While running, he screamed in his mouth:

"Run! Run! ”

"Bill Forrest! Run! ”