Running in the mud is not an easy task. Every time you take a step forward to get one leg out of the mud, the other leg sinks a little deeper.
Perhaps today was really their lucky day, because today their enemy's counterattack seemed a little weak and perfunctory.
Maybe they are not short of food, at least better than Shuoyu and the others, and they are blocking here just to kill these bugs who always disgust their dear commander.
Perhaps it was because they were the same fellows who were suffering in the war during these days when no one knew when it would end. Numbness was a bug growing in everyone's heart. Milong's machine gun was aimed at the bushes behind them, which kept spitting out a few enemies from time to time, without stopping for a moment.
"Take the small ones, take as many as you can, don't take the big ones!"
Shuo Yu was almost getting anxious to death, watching Fanla and the others hitting a big box with all their might. He wanted to go up and kick each of them, but he chose a simpler way. He swung his sword at the big box with his long wind, and the wooden box instantly broke into two halves, including the several white ping-pong balls inside, which also broke into two halves. They fell out of the box and scattered all over the floor.
He had just arrived around Fanla and the others, and struck them each with the butt of his gun to sober up their dizzy heads.
"What are you standing there for? You want to die! Go!"
Fanla and the others seemed to have finally recovered from the shock of the box of ping-pong balls. Without even covering their heads, they began to cover the people who had taken the box back. At the same time, they couldn't help but look back at the white ping-pong balls scattered on the ground.
Meng Fanle certainly knew what that thing was used for, but he didn't expect that it would be delivered to them as one of the supplies.
Shuo Yu was at the front and was the first guy to go back and jump into the trench next to Master Mai. Everything went so smoothly today that it was a bit unbelievable. They grabbed several boxes, and as long as there was something useful in one of them, it would not be a waste.
Master Mai beside him was still shooting at a machine gun point on the other side of the woods that was firing indiscriminately at the dead men. His accuracy was not very good, but it still had a deterrent effect.
Shuo Yu set up the grenade launcher beside him and fired at the large group of people who were returning with the boxes, splashing the mud screen to protect them and cover them as they hurried back.
"Get your damn asses down and watch your asses!"
Master Mai beside him was still waving his hands to ask Fanla and his men, who were rushing back with only a straight line distance left, to slow down and reduce casualties. He was really a kind-hearted person.
At this moment, a few guys with bayonets in their hands stood up secretly behind them and approached Shuoyu and Master Mai.
The dead who are not yet dead, or the dead who are pretending to be dead, after all, they don't have much time to check one by one to see if they are dead, time is their life,
Shuo Yu felt the killing intent and turned around, wanting only to make them all dead. The cracks on his hands became bigger, and the cloth strips that were originally wrapped around them could no longer cover them. The pink color was eating away at the cloth in his hands bit by bit.
When Master Mai turned around, Shuo Yu was raising his knife to kill the last one, but this one was an acquaintance.
At the same time, the other party also saw Sakuyu's face clearly and recognized who he was. The guy who was thinking about struggling while waving the bayonet in his hand, when he saw that face clearly again, didn't even bother to struggle. The bayonet in his hand fell, and he closed his eyes and trembled as he began to wait for death - Kenjiro Yamaguchi, today is his 20th birthday.
Next to him were a few people who had just pretended to be dead with him. The blood from the fallen heads fell on half of his face, like a damn thick net covering his nose. The head that had just fallen was called Yoshino. He usually came here with them and boasted that he had a brother who was a staff officer in the headquarters. He would be transferred away from here to a more promising place soon. This sneak attack plan was thought up by Yoshino and was approved by Captain Takeuchi.
Shuo Yu recognized the face when he lowered his head and raised his knife. His nose, which was often not working, also smelled a familiar scent, so he slowly loosened his hand and let the other person lie on the ground and continue to pretend to be dead. He would go back and reunite with his friends later.
He did this not because he was overly kind and merciful, but because for some people, the greatest punishment would be to live with fear in their hearts every moment of their lives.
After he loosened his hand, he leaned over to the trembling coward's ear and said something to him,
"Do you want to go home?"
Yamaguchi Kenjiro - this lucky yet unfortunate guy didn't say a word because he was too scared and temporarily lost his ability to speak.
His intact eye was looking at the devil that appeared before him again and he had already prepared for death. The moment he closed his eyes, his short life flashed before his eyes like a kaleidoscope. He thought of his mother, sister, and his home far away in Akita. Yoshino's blood fell on his nose, and the blood of many of his companions was so much that it seemed to drown him.
In his last moments, he did not pray to the emperor or gods, he just regretted not having more time to be with his mother.
The blood from his other companion fell from that face onto the birthday boy's intact eyelid.
But what Yamaguchi Kenjiro didn't expect was that the other party actually let go of his hand, and then he was stuffed into the wet mud with his entire face by the demon in his memory. He couldn't breathe, and he couldn't even muster the strength to struggle or resist.
It's not that he didn't hear what the other person said, but he didn't know how to react. He was afraid that the other person would change his mind and chop off his head because of his poor answer, just like the heads around him that were spinning in the mud.
When his nose, eyes and mouth were buried in the mud where he couldn't breathe, he had only one thought in his mind: he wanted to go home.
He was only twenty years old and he didn't want to die.
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