The Rise of the Scum of the Heavens

Thinking of such a scene, Yang Dongli let out a long sigh:

What kind of shit is this fight?sin ah...

Chapter 14 The first battle of evil ([-])

With the sound of 'Boom~', a Type 0.45 grenade weighing 200kg flew over a distance of about [-] meters in the air and exploded on the ground.

Immortal!The netizen 'Quick Horse', who was holding the super-long stick in his hand and stabbing thunder like a toilet seat, just ran to the place very close to the explosion point.

As a result, under the shock wave of the explosion and the flying shrapnel, he flew several meters away like a tattered doll.

When people were in the air, Kuaima, the unfortunate buddy, probably died, and could no longer catch the thunderbolt in his hand, so Yang Dongli and the others had the strongest heavy weapon in their hands and rolled back after landing. far away.

Seeing such a scene in the eyes of Yang Dongli, this greasy uncle-level salesman in the real world was about to cry on the spot.

Because when the task was initially assigned, the netizen 'Quick Horse', who held the thunderbolt, claimed that he was a 'Guo Jia second-level athlete' back then, and he was still the kind that practiced sprinting.

Even if more than ten years have passed, today's 'quick horse' figure doesn't look athletic at all.

But after thinking about it for a while, everyone still agreed to give him the task of charging with a 'thorn thunder'; after all, this guy still had a little foundation back then, and he should be able to run faster than them at critical times.

In fact, 'Quick Horse~' also proved this point in actual action, he really has very fast legs and feet.

This is not!When everyone was terrified, they spread their feet and ran back.

This guy, who was originally in the middle of the team, just carried a penny-like thunderbolt and overtook several companions all the way, and ran to the front of the retreating team.

Then, it was sent to the sky by such a Type [-] grenade.

At the same time, it also represents a point: the devil's grenade has already given priority to attacking the fastest personnel, and it seems that he intends to spare none of them.

You can't fight, you can't escape, you can't escape.

Under such a situation, Yang Dongli and others really had no hope other than despair in their hearts.

However, things like miracles always happen inadvertently!

Just when a group of netizens instinctively opened their feet and ran towards the small mounds and woods, hoping to stay away from this damn artillery tower.

Two characters that they absolutely did not expect appeared in front of their eyes.

The guy who took the lead was the trainee commander Hu Biao who said that he was treated favorably on the good side, and 'go away, don't make trouble for us' on the bad side.

The trainee commander, who was originally in the safe area, is now rushing towards him in a frenzied manner.

Crazy!There is nothing wrong with this adjective.

At this time, the moonlight in the sky occasionally appeared in the dark clouds for a while, and in the looming moonlight, Hu Biao's face with a size 43 shoe print was full of twists and turns. Grim expression.

Especially under the moonlight, this guy's mouth is open with white teeth, and he looks so crazy, even this crazy dog-like expression is a bit scary.

Of course, in the eyes of all the netizens at the moment, this is Hu Biao's performance full of fighting courage.

However, in a few seconds, the product ran to the position where the thunderbolt landed. After slightly leaning over and picking up the front end of the thunderbolt, he pulled out the safety pin without any hesitation.

In this way, when the 20-centimeter-long steel head at the front pierced the target with a thunderbolt like a toilet bowl, the impact force generated would cause the internal firing pin to hit the igniter and successfully trigger it.

Then, Hu Biao took the thorn thunder and Yang Dongli and the others by mistake, and continued to rush towards the gun tower.

That appearance is very much like the legendary Don Quixote who charged the windmill with a long lance; it was like the last soldier on the field under the charge, charging a hundred times the opponent with a bayonet.

It looks really ridiculous, but also inexplicably tragic.

It was also at this time that everyone noticed more small details.

For example: Hu Biao ran really fast, not at all compared to the 'fast horse' who was known as a 'Guo Jia's second-level athlete' back then, and his speed was a little bit slower.

So much so that in such a rush, a pair of flip-flops on his feet disappeared.

Therefore, after stepping on the branches and stones on the ground all the way, the soles of the feet were scratched long ago, leaving a string of bloody footprints on the ground, which continued to spread towards the gun tower.

Netizens who discovered these small details subconsciously slowed down their escape.

A complex emotion that is unclear and unclear, including shame, anger, speechlessness, etc., rose up in their hearts.

And when Hu Biao and netizens passed by by mistake, another figure who was far behind also made them see the appearance clearly.

It was only after seeing it clearly that they understood why the two had drawn such a long distance.

Because that person is the sick brother 'The Swordsman', so another burden on their hearts.

Rather than saying that the 'Knife' is charging, it is better to say that he is struggling to walk to the gun tower, using a shuttle dart as a crutch, supporting his body, and constantly moving his footsteps with a deep foot and a shallow foot. .

Even in such a violent activity for him, the face of the swordsman with glasses was pale and scary, but he still insisted on moving forward step by step.

There was even another Type 10 grenade that exploded just [-] meters away from him, and the shock wave generated pushed him to a stagger, and the sick patient almost fell to the ground.

But after standing firm, the sick brother continued to move forward firmly.

In such a process, Hu Biao and the sick little brother did not actually say hello to their netizens.

Whether it was ruthless reprimand or encouragement like chicken blood, there was none of these.

Just like this, the two of them were one after the other, and they rushed towards the gun turret that became a fire hedgehog.

But it happens that he doesn't say anything, but it is far more effective for everyone than any kind of reprimand and encouragement.

There was an inexplicable huge shame in his heart, and his face was extremely dry.

Jason, the fake foreign devil with a shotgun in his hand, scolded angrily: "Don't you just die? I'm so desperate, I can't even be a rubbish trainee. Neither the commander nor the sick number can compare.

And you bastards have heard it clearly, I am not a fake foreign devil, I am a pure man in southern Fujian, and Jason in southern Fujian died here today. "

After speaking, he turned around and chased after Hu Biao, who was about ten meters away.

While catching up, he hadn't forgotten to remove the horns from his waist one by one, and began to laboriously load the cumbersome shotgun.

I don't know if it's because it's difficult to reload when running, or it's intentional to make the fire more powerful and the range can be longer.

In short, when filling, Jason put at least 3 times the normal amount of iron sand and gunpowder into the barrel.

And Jason's lead to turn around also made the netizens who were running slower and slower to make the same choice one by one.

"Damn little devil Nima! Grandpa, I fought with the little devils, and there is no cowardice in Qingxu City, Jin Province~"

"Why are you all running? Remember how you brag just now, do you still want to show your face? Today, as long as the little devils don't kill me, I will kill them. The masters of Jinmen stand upright..."

In the scolding with slang words and characteristics from all over the world, one figure after another turned around one by one.

In the end, everyone broke out their hometown in inexplicable emotions, and then with the glory of their hometown, they all staggered and started a new charge.

Facing the increasingly fierce firepower on the artillery tower together, they began to charge without fear of death.

Compared with the previous attack, the number of people charging now is almost one-third less, but the momentum that erupted is more than ten times greater.

In such a new charge, some interesting things are happening quietly.

First of all, even if no one said it explicitly, in fact, when Hu Biao launched the charge from the crazy reverse direction, they already had a considerable sense of identification with Hu Biao, the trainee commander.

An emotion called admiration began to rise without them even noticing, and it quickly became stronger and stronger.

After all, when he fled in embarrassment, such a commander who can lead by example and take the lead in charging is indeed worthy of their respect.

About this point, Yang Dongli soon realized.

At that time, he wanted to shout and reveal a cruel truth: it was not Hu Biao, the trainee commander, who led the charge with fearless courage and tried to inspire everyone's courage.

It is more likely that the late symptoms of rabies in this product have occurred.

In other words, Hu Biao's grandson is simply sick.

However, when such a truth came to his lips, he couldn't really shout it out; because this would have serious consequences, and the morale of the angry person would be lowered again.

For this damn mission, for his own survival, he could only choose to hold back the words that came to his lips.

In the end, in the great grief and anger in his heart, Yang Dongli just clenched the shell gun in his hand tightly, endured the huge ups and downs and panting in his chest, and rushed up with the fastest speed.

He also used the Hunan dialect in his mouth, and shouted desperately:

"Funan Yueyang Yazi, that's too tyrannical~"

Secondly, the sick little brother who is now at the end still insists on charging, and his courage and spirit make others ashamed.

While leaning on the shuttle dart, he was actually muttering in a low voice cursing:

"I'm just a melon, wouldn't it be good to just stay behind and make soy sauce? What, why did you just follow this guy on the spur of the moment?

Now the line of the wound is estimated to have opened again, and it hurts to death. "

Xu Shi thought that after shouting loudly, he could relieve the pain on his body, and his mouth also shouted:

"The man from Baota City, Shaanxi Province, is here today~"

Then I even sang a classic Qin Opera that my parents liked but I thought was rustic. It was a famous passage in "Changbanpo":

"Jiangguang is like frost and horses are flying, riding alone and rushing out of the longboard is..."

In short, the scolding of 80 or [-] different accents is intertwined with the high-pitched Qin Opera, which is very similar to the time in the modern plane [-] years ago.

In the situation where there is no distinction between north and south, and people regardless of age, they all roared angrily for the fate of this nation.

PS: The author has not been to many of the above places, so it is normal for the description of the dialect to be incorrect. If book friends in the relevant area see it, they can leave the correct message, and the author can modify it later.

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Chapter 15 The first battle of sin ([-])

The right leg knelt on the ground full of pebbles, and the buttocks sat on the heel of the right foot, supporting the weight of the whole body with the right leg.

The left calf is basically perpendicular to the thigh, and the inward rotation of the sole of the foot forms an internal angle of 40 degrees with the shooting direction;

After the original sin of the small flat head assumed such a standard shooting kneeling posture, he entered the aiming state again.

The reason why he didn't continue to lay down on the ground and fire was because when everyone spread their feet and retreated just now, a group of people from the fire support team also ran away with the Hanyang-made rifle.

Full of helplessness and sadness, he ran away, otherwise what would happen if the few of them stayed behind?

Fortunately, it didn't run very far, and the attack started again.

It's just that at this moment, it is impossible for them to return to the firing position just now, and then fire to suppress the fire.