newbobooks Chapter 258 Head-stealing
Chapter 258 Head-stealing
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The first batch of volunteers successfully landed in Huaicheng.
Before they opened their eyes, the sound of gunfire reached their ears. Everyone already had a burning desire to resist the Japanese, so they immediately rolled up their sleeves and prepared to kill everyone.
"It's actually Huaicheng, damn it, this is my home!" A national quintessence suddenly burst out from the crowd.
"Fuck him! Go ...
With a heart-wrenching roar, the Chinese soldiers were unable to stop them. They could only watch as the volunteers rushed forward with bare hands like wild horses.
The Chinese soldier swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth, silently took out the gun from his waist, and shot one of the enemy soldiers in the head.
I originally wanted to maintain order first, but I didn’t expect the volunteers to be so crazy.
Forget it, they are not soldiers anyway, and military regulations cannot restrain them. Let them have fun.
The Chinese soldier thought expressionlessly, his hands and lips continued to move.
The comrade beside him pricked up his ears and asked, "What are you mumbling about?"
Xiao Shichang: "Nine, ten, eleven..."
While counting, he couldn't help but smile.
Comrade: “!!!”
"Good boy, leave some for me!!!"
Before the enemy soldiers hiding behind the sandbags could react, they saw a group of people in incompatible clothing rushing towards them desperately.
The enemy had seen such scenes several times.
The enemy laughed, "What a bunch of fools."
He fired his gun excitedly.
The imagined scene of the Chinese being shot into pieces did not appear. All the bullets fell to the ground half a meter away from them.
"What is this!!!" The enemy was shocked and panicked, unable to believe it, as if they had seen a ghost.
He was still not giving up and wanted to continue shooting, but suddenly he felt a pain in the middle of his eyebrows and completely lost consciousness.
Zhou Zhangfei stuck a green sticky note on him, put one hand on his waist, and laughed up to the sky, "Hahahahaha +1."
"Damn it! Lin Kang, you stole the head again!"
The volunteers were very smart. If they didn't have guns, they would steal the enemy's. Ordinary people didn't know how to use guns, or they might not be able to adapt to the recoil in a short period of time.
So they either use guns to blow the enemy's heads off, or use bayonets to cut the enemy's necks. There is always a way, right?
The only shortcoming is probably that there are not enough heads to share.
At this time, Xu Zeran was in a stalemate with a Chinese soldier.
Their eyes met, and crackling flames flew.
“That’s what I spotted first.”
The Chinese soldier, who was famous for his courtesy to the people, did not back down for the first time. "I saw it first."
Neither of them would give in.
Since it concerns Guitou, there is no way to give in.
At this moment, Lin Kang quietly killed the demon they were targeting, and said in a mean way: "Don't fight, this head is mine."
Xu Zeran: “???”
Chinese soldier: “???”
I never expected there would be such a shameless person.
Seeing this, the others patted them on the shoulders and said, "Just get used to it. Lin Kang stole two of my heads."
Lin Kang casually put the gun on his shoulder and said, "What do you mean by robbing? There are only so many heads. First come, first served."
The Chinese people are so awesome.
In just over ten minutes, all the enemy forces were wiped out.
The volunteers began to count their own heads, and those who brought cameras took photos as a souvenir. This was an achievement that could fill a page in a family tree, and it must be taken home as an heirloom.
The soldier still crawling behind the cover: “???????”
Listening to the laughter and cheers coming from the front, the soldiers were confused.
"Your hands are too fast. I only killed two of them."
"I'm five hahaha, I'm already very satisfied."
"Lin Kang got nine by stealing heads!"
Zhou Zhangfei: "It's a pity that we can't shoot, otherwise we could kill them one by one."
Xu Zeran rolled his eyes and smiled strangely, "I have a good idea."
Hearing this, everyone's eyes fell on him, and they asked in unison: "What method?"
Xu Zeran narrowed his eyes, "I think it would be too easy to kill these beasts with one blow, and we are not having enough fun, so why not control them..."
Lin Kang continued, "Do unto others in their own way?"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone immediately thought of the 713 Unit Crimes Exhibition Hall, the massacre, the burial pits, etc.
Xu Zeran shook his head. "No, if we do that, we will be the same as them. Didn't we have many punishments in ancient times? Those punishments are enough to kill them."
Zhou Zhangfei's eyes lit up. "Yes, slowly torturing them and making them live a life worse than death will be more satisfying than killing them with a knife. There are not many heads left, so we can cut one off each of them, which can be regarded as revenge for our ancestors."
When the local soldiers came over, they heard them blatantly begin to assign the fate of the enemy troops.
He finally couldn't help but patted the Chinese soldier in front of him on the shoulder and asked, "Who are you?"
They appeared out of nowhere and attacked the enemy for no apparent reason, which made them seem stupid hiding behind.
Chinese soldier Xiao Shichang was struggling over whether or not to stop Xu Zeran and his men. After all, one of the military regulations was to "respect prisoners and treat them well."
Suddenly, I heard a familiar voice behind me. I turned around and my heart skipped a beat.
He said he seemed to have forgotten something.
It turns out that the locals were forgotten.
Xiao Shichang quickly shouted, "Salute!"
Everyone who was still discussing stopped smiling immediately, and instinctively raised their heads and chests, stood at attention and raised their hands.
The soldiers were stunned and responded quickly, but from their standard military salute, we knew that they were all compatriots, but we didn't know where they came from.
As the leader of this batch of volunteers, Xiao Shichang was responsible for negotiating and communicating with the local soldiers.
When the warriors learned that they came from the afterlife, their eyes widened in disbelief.
But everything they produced proved to be from a more powerful future generation.
Xiao Shichang: "Leave it to us next."
Xu Zeran jumped out, "I'll make sure they never come back!"
Lin Kang: "This time I won't accept surrender, I will only accept the destruction of the country!"
Zhou Zhangfei: "If there were no registration requirements, out of the billions of people in our future generations, only about ten people would be able to get one head."
The soldiers were so moved that their eyes were filled with tears. They had already witnessed their strength and with the magical protective shield, they had nothing to worry about.
"Take care, comrade!"
Outside the city gate, the soldiers watched the Chinese people go away, turned around, looked at the devastated capital, and said with determination, "Comrades, rebuild Huaicheng and wait for our compatriots to return triumphantly!"
When they returned to the base camp, they saw piles of grain, rice, oil and salt.
Everyone was shocked. Men shed blood but not tears. Even after being shot, they had never shed a tear, but now they were in tears.
After the volunteers were teleported over, Fu Yin left behind a batch of supplies and followed the route provided by Miaomiao to the next city - Cannes.
At the same time, two groups of volunteers were sent by Xu Weiqing and Xu Runnian.
Xu Zeran’s “bad idea” was also implemented among other volunteer groups.
There’s nothing we can do, there aren’t enough heads to go around.