Vol 3 Chapter 358: Sending wine

Ding Ziqiang is cold and cold, and his heart is crying. Lakshin is bleeding from the tears. He and Venus have one thing in common. That is the love for the soldiers. In order to reduce casualties, Venus will make profits from doing business. The materials that were not left were transferred to the cavalry battalion. Lakshin carried the reputation of the tortoise brigade and ordered all the soldiers to play with the tortoise shell.
Every warrior is his good brother, his son, and the capital of the blood wolf brigade. For these fighters, he almost broke his heart and became the main force from one of the most peripheral outside forces. One of the fighting forces.
Now, these precious soldiers are dead in his hands, and his heart is like a knife. Like Ding Ziqiang’s thoughts, these soldiers are all good. They are not playing the same as the main force. They try their best. Even if they don't blame D2, they can't blame them. They can only blame him for this brigade commander. He can't get more heavy machine guns, can't grab more rockets, and can't get more bullets for them.
Therefore, every time he killed a deserter, his heart opened a hole. The pain of the cone made him burst into tears. When he put on the magazine and pointed at the more than a dozen soldiers who had run, the tears were already stuck. His eyes.
"Brigadier, the brigade commander is me, I am Chaolitai, the second battalion is headed by Litai...we can't fight, retreat, we will die if we go down, the zombies have broken through...."
Lakshsen wiped the tears in his eyes with his sleeves, and asked a soldier with a crying sound to face Litai and the soldiers behind him:
"Helan Canyon, the blood wolf brigade stayed in the camp of 600 people who died in the war and injured 500 people. Did they retreat? They never thought that they would die without retreating? The deputy battalion commander died, and twelve consecutive company commanders died. Three, disabled three, they have not thought about retreating?"
Lakshin’s words made the soldiers speechless. They looked at Lakshin and looked at the military uniform, tearing off his military uniform, revealing his wounded body, taking out two grenades and shouting and ran to the position.
More than a dozen soldiers threw the rifle together, tore off the clothes, took out the grenade and turned to the zombies. Looking at the officers and men who went back to death, Lakson couldn’t stand, fell to the ground, and screamed at them, he knew. What are they going to do, they are prepared to let the zombies seize their own detonation grenades, and hurt the zombie face to create opportunities for their comrades. They are using their own lives to wash the humiliation of the deserters.
"what!!!"
Lakshin, who was lying on the ground, burst into tears, and the rifle in his hand spurted the night sky, and the gun flame flashed a different kind of demon red on the blood of his forehead.
All of this was looked at by Zhang Xiaoqiang, and the heart was filled with half a catty of chili oil. The burning heart seemed to spurt out the flame, and couldn’t help but scream loudly, the phonology lasted for a long time, and the big dog that hurts his teeth The sound is matched.
"what!!!"
A big drink, the big dog carrying Zhang Xiaoqiang jumped from the highest wall, and crossed the distance of more than 20 meters to the battlefield midline. Under the light, the yellow-yellow sickle blade flew out from Zhang Xiaoqiang, spinning like a disk, plundering Pass a D2 neck and saw off his head.
The rotating Rattlesaw saw off the D2's head and spooked in a strange disguise, flashing a weird arc, passing the neck of the second zombie, and then slashing into the head of the third zombie.
Three D2 zombies rushed to the scene, and the black dog then took Zhang Xiaoqiang to the forefront of the battlefield. He had just arrived at the front line. There was still more than ten meters away from the Rat King Blade. Three D2 zombies had already surrounded him. Zhang Xiaoqiang Stretching his hand to the Rat King's Blade, the D2 zombie in front of him was up to three meters deep and split, and the two zombies split into pieces. A flywheel flew from the top of the zombie and swung into the hands of Zhang Xiaoqiang.
The next moment, the rat king blade, which was used as a Frisbee, was once again pulled out. A straight line of 12 D2s broke at the same time. The flying heads fell to the ground, and the twelve headless D2 fell together.
For a time, the front line was empty, and the soldiers had not responded. They saw 16 D2 zombies falling in a large piece of blood and residual limbs.
Zhang Xiaoqiang did not stop and continued to move forward. The Rat King's Blade in his hand once again smashed out and killed a D2 zombie who appeared only. At this moment, Zhang Xiaoqiang seems to be attached to the spirit, and the Rat King's Blade is like a transparent long line. Holding in his hands, changing the angle of a zombie head again and again.
This is Zhang Xiaoqiang's new ability to call for a long time. It seems to pull the wind. Zhang Xiaoqiang cursed it a thousand times in private. The ability to pull the wind actually has two functions, throwing things out and then running over. Come back, if you are a little farther away, you can only think about it, but he can only come back within fifteen meters. Isn’t this a pothole? What is the difference between fifteen meters and one meter?
The only thing that can make Zhang Xiaoqiang comfort is the angle problem. Although it can't be completely controlled like Tie Zhongyuan, it is no problem to make the mouse king blade do a few simple disguise. Of course, it can't be too complicated, too many times, in order to manipulate, Zhang Xiaoqiang All the time in private was wasted on practice, and it was his long time to come out.
Zhang Xiaoqiang was dissatisfied with his ability. The soldiers below were quite satisfied. When Zhang Xiaoqiang passed, the zombies were swept away like ice and snow. Three or five round trips, those D2s who were engaged in demolition basically could not see the figure. .
For a time, the cheers of the corpse ran across the field, but it just sounded. The troops continued to shoot under the command of the officers. Zhang Xiaoqiang returned to the position, did not stop, and returned to the rear in the regrets of the soldiers, just to the rear. Zhang Xiaoqiang shouted at the anxious Venus standing at the door of the war room:
"Let your two regiments and three regiments go up, remove the soldiers in front, and settle the remaining soldiers..."
After the completion of Venus, Zhang Xiaoqiang did not go to the ground, riding a black dog to the medical camp, the officer in charge of the camp shouted:
"Give me the box from the virus research institute..."
Before and after, Zhang Xiaoqiang returned to the position in only ten minutes. On the position, the soldiers of the squad were cleaning up the battlefield, dragging the body of D2 and the soldiers who died in war. The injured soldiers sat in the corner with empty eyes. Waiting to be executed.
In addition to about half of the injured soldiers, they were sent to the rear for treatment. EbookFREE.me~ The rest are all scratched. Looking at it, the number is no less than thirty or forty. The soldiers also know that they have reached life. At the end, no one wants to die, they don't want to become zombies, they can only wait for their own people to make a shot, so they can still have a whole body.
In front of the fierce guns, they couldn’t hold the officers who stood in front of them and pulled the bolts. The officers slammed the rifles, looked at the soldiers on the ground indifferently, and swayed their heads to let the soldiers around them go to the wounded.
The military camp is not allowed to drink alcohol. The only special case is when the wounded soldiers are about to accept executions. These wounded soldiers are not criminals. They are real heroes. To treat heroes, only spirits can be used to match the throat.
Liquor is already prepared, specially prepared 75-degree medical alcohol. The soldiers before the temporary fear that the liquor is not strong enough to anesthetize their nerves, only hope to be drunk.
The white five-liter plastic pot is filled with alcohol. On one side, there are several jug of the same size. The open spout is sprayed with a pungent smell. At the level of alcohol, there is no smell of white wine. And the taste, the injured soldiers do not care, whether or not they will drink, pick up the jug and simmer, five liters of alcohol is only enough for eight people to drink, five jugs to let everyone drink spit.
Zhang Xiaoqiang went down to the ground when the soldiers were drinking. He did not stop the injured soldiers from drinking. Although there were 100 JS substrates in the box and only 39 wounded soldiers, they could not save every wounded soldier. It should be known that this is only the initial level. Although the virus laboratory is far better than the better equipment in the gathering place, the maximum effect is expected to be only 15 to 18 percent.
The drunk was already drunk, the officers shouted loudly, and the jugs were taken away. Each wounded soldier was flushed with a touch of calmness, legs crossed, swaying and sitting on the ground, waiting for the last moment. Waiting for the officer to use his gun to put his head on his head.