He lifted his sleeves and wiped the blood from his face.

Then I shook it a few times, I don't know if it was on the stone because of the blast wave, anyway, it was the braincase that was now 'buzzing'.

After feeling a little sober, Fenghua will not care about the severe pain in his body, and he will get up with his hands supporting the ground.

But it was also under such an action that he realized that a large part of his waist below the pole had completely lost consciousness.

Instinctively, Fenghuahui touched the back waist; As a result, at the position of the lumbar vertebrae, I felt a hand of wet warm blood.

There is no doubt that it was this critical wound that caused the paralysis of the lower half of his body.

made him lose his ability to act at such a critical moment.

In the great anger and unwillingness in his heart, Fenghuahui slammed his right fist on the ground; Under too much force, the flesh and blood on the finger bones were blurred.

Special! Rather than be paralyzed like this, he could have died altogether.

At this moment, a sentence came from my ear: "Forget it, brother, you have done your best, now lie down and rest."

The person who said such a sentence was naturally Hu Biao, a dead lame; This is also the only word of comfort he made to Fenghuahui.

The next second later, he crossed the Fenghua Club on the ground, and continued to rush forward with a deep and shallow foot.

The people of the other clans didn't even say a word of comfort, and they all crossed the Fenghua meeting on the ground; No one bowed their heads to help this teammate, and no one took him with them, and they continued to charge forward.

It's not that they're ruthless, it's that they can't.

No way! The rest of the people, if they don't want to be killed by these flowering bombs, or even worse.

Because hundreds of meters away, the gunners of the Yin Army, who had fired once, were already loading their shotguns under the shouts of the gun commander.

This thing really wants to be called, even if they deliberately distance themselves from each other, they can still be put down like an iron broom.

Therefore, they must rush forward as soon as possible and mingle with the lobster soldiers on the battle line.

Hu Biao and others made such a choice, and naturally there was no mistake at all.

It's just that after everyone surpasses themselves, Fenghua will grit his teeth after gritting his teeth; Grabbing the ground with both hands, he followed the charging figures of his teammates one by one, and crawled forward little by little.

The severe blood loss on his body, as well as the huge feeling of weakness that kept coming up on his head, actually made Fenghua know clearly that he should not be able to climb far.

But what can this be, is the statement that 'the Xuange camp has advanced but not retreated'?

As long as he has a breath left, he will not stop trying to move forward.

So, counting the singing that was attracted from the surroundings, now in the surrounding location, there are already 170,000 or 80,000 people watching.

This figure was lying on the ground and crawling slowly, leaving an incomparably dazzling and clear trail of blood on the ground.

After seeing such a scene, everyone closed their mouths, but the fire in their hearts burned more and more......

*****

"Ancestors and ancestors, bless me if I can rush a little farther, it's best to rush to the front of these foreign devils before dying."

When the earth continued to retreat rapidly under his feet, the familiar and hot wind of the summer in eastern Guangdong hit his cheeks head-on.

The cross was in his mouth, muttering like this.

At the same time, this little brother desperately moved his legs and ran at the fastest speed in his life.

Even this half-rookie who joined the team in the last mission, gradually surpassed many veteran birds, and now rushed to the front line, and has been far ahead.

To be able to have such a dazzling performance, not only this modern plane, but also the little brother of a college cyclist.

After throwing away the bike, he was able to run an astonishing speed just by relying on a pair of powerful thighs.

A more important reason is that he asked himself that as a native of Yangcheng, there are many things that are called 'duty' at present.

The moment he rushed down from the mountain, he decided to die.

Today, in this situation, which is destined to have many members of the team and the people of Yangcheng to die in battle, he must do something.

Thinking about it, the only thing he could do was to die before these people.

Because only in this way can he be worthy of the great kindness that he was raised by such a side of water and soil, as well as the people living above.

After all, among the more than 100,000 people under the mountain, there are still many ancestors of their family.

Before dying, the only thing that Cross looked forward to was to be able to tear a hole in the Yin Army's defense line, so that others could die less.

So with such a mortal heart, the half-rookie of the cross broke out; actually rushed to the front line at the front of the team.

I don't know how long it took, maybe only a minute or two, maybe longer.

Cross felt his chest rise and fall violently like a tattered bellows, and finally rushed to a hundred meters in front of the battle line formed by the lobster soldiers of one or two companies.

Such a musket is already about to enter the hands of the opponent, at a distance of effective range.

I clearly saw that at the same time as a command knife was swinged, the faint sound of 'fire~' full of fear reached my ears.

Before the muzzle of a gun could light up in front of him, he instinctively twisted his skull and blocked a log shield on his left hand between his head and face.

After the general finished such an action, the wooden shield on his left hand was shocked and two bullet holes were shot.

Fortunately, the nearest of the deformed lead bullets was about a dozen centimeters away from his skull, and it flew directly by, and both shots were missed.

Unfortunately, a large splash of sawdust flew and pierced his face with strong force, and his face was disfigured on the spot.

At the same time, the little belly seemed to be hit hard by a big hammer.

Because of the distance, this shot should not have pierced the tattered heavy armor on his body, but the huge force made him instinctively clamp his legs even when he was running.

But even so, the cross that eased up in the next second still did not slow down, and even changed a line.

Because he knew that this round of guns was just an appetizer.

As they continued, the hardest time was when the muskets in the lobsters were more accurate, powerful enough to pierce their armor.

Two seconds later, the cross was only fifty meters away from the battle line of the lobster soldiers.

As the first row of lobster soldiers knelt down after firing, the second row of lobster soldiers pulled the fingertip trigger again after hastily aiming.

I don't know if it's the ancestors of their family who really blessed this kid.

After a burst of white smoke rose, a dense stream of bullets flew around him~, but not a single shot hit him.

It's a pity that others don't have such good luck.

There was a heavy muffled sound around him, it was the martial artist who still had a hardware shop in the modern plane, and this old bird like an old scalper in the team fell heavily to the ground.

Twisted to the bridge of the nose on such a side, there is an obvious bullet hole.

After another second and a half, the cross finally rushed to a distance of about thirty meters from the battle line of the lobster soldiers; Then I had to stop myself.

If he could, he would naturally want to push a little further.

He knows the expertise he has learned as an athlete, and he knows that the men's record for a 5-kilogram shot put should be 23.12 meters away.

If he used internal force, his arm strength would naturally be stronger than the record setter, but whether he could throw the explosive bag into the battle line of the lobster soldier was still bottomless.

It's just that after the lobster soldiers in the second row squatted down, the muskets in the third row were raised again.

This gave the cross an intuition that if you don't throw it now, you won't have a chance to throw it.

With his legs on the ground, his fingers naturally apart, his thumb and palm pressed against the explosive bag, and the cross assumed a professional pose of throwing the discus.

At the moment when the fuse was opened, another burst of gunfire rang out.

This time, the cross was no longer so lucky, and blood splattered in many places in the chest and abdomen in an instant.

Before the strength on his body subsided, he shouted a cordial greeting of 'foreign devil, I* your mother', and threw out the smoking explosives bag in his hand......

(End of chapter)