Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 979: Death to death

The battle came faster than everyone in the wooden house expected. At first, when they looked at the sky and found a parachute landing, these Nazis were still quite some distance away from the wooden house. After landing in the forest, it would take at least fifteen for ordinary people to find the wooden house. By the time of twenty minutes, coupled with the harsh weather of the storm, it usually takes half an hour to arrive at the wooden house. However, the time spent by the old man distributing weapons and constructing a simple defensive position does not exceed ten minutes, and the enemy has already rushed to the wooden house. Before. In this way, it appears that the two old people's judgments of these Nazis were extremely accurate, and they did not have the idea of ​​ample time to prepare for battle.

When the grenade exploded, the young people all saw the Nazis outside the window from their own perspective-wearing military coats, gas masks, black gloves and black boots, covering all of their skin. He has an iron "swastika" card on his chest, and there are no other decorations such as epaulettes of military rank. The flames and air waves of the explosion tore open the rain curtain, and swept the Nazi all at once. However, when his figure disappeared, the young man in the wooden house could not tell whether it was swallowed by the explosion or was out of the scope of the explosion. .

The old man who initiated the attack rolled on the ground. The bullet penetrating the wooden wall grazed a young man's cheek, making him pale with fright. The other old man shot blindly at the bullet coming from behind the sack-built bunker. Although the enemy cannot be seen, from the point of view of the pause in the attack, the enemy probably has left that position. The initial firefight did not seem to be windy and vivid, but the expressions of the old people became more tense, because although young people in other positions were holding firearms, this collision has proved that it is difficult for them to make a difference. The old man tumbling on the ground got up, inspected the bullet hole through the wooden wall on the other side, and said to the old man in a deep voice: "It's a gunpowder weapon."

"It's really good news." The old man hiding behind the sack bunker took a cigarette and lit it. The light from the oil lamp on his face appeared to be full of shadows: "These guys made such an exaggeration. Airship. It also means that they have also made great breakthroughs in individual weapon technology. With gunpowder weapons, our gap is not too big."

"What happened just now? Did we kill that guy?" a young girl dressed as a cowboy asked nervously.

"No, their most powerful place..." Before the old man finished speaking, he immediately stopped his voice and motioned other people not to speak. Then everyone heard it, and there seemed to be footsteps on the roof. But soon it was overwhelmed by the sound of the storm, and then there was a sound of something sliding against the ground outside the house, and the sound of the woods swaying in the storm also made people feel a bit different from usual. These tiny, unnoticeable sounds without paying attention, outline a fragmented imagination in everyone's heart. People couldn't help but lift their hearts.

"Damn it!" The old man's voice couldn't help raising a bit. He knew what he was facing. It is almost impossible to suppress his voice and try to hide his position. "They are playing us!"

"Playing?" the young man on the other side repeated suspiciously.

"These guys are like ghosts unless they can be seen with their eyes. The sounds we hear are made by them deliberately." Another old man explained with a gloomy expression.

"Is it possible that it is a tactic?" another young man asked.

"Impossible!" The old man said confidently: "You haven't fought them before, otherwise you won't think so. They have the ability to rush in directly. There is no need to play mystery."

"But we have built a position!" The cowboy-dressed girl yelled unconvincedly: "They dare to rush in and take a gun. Maybe they are just to confuse us and make sure nothing is wrong."

"No, even if they attack, they have the ability to ensure that they will not be harmed. Even if they are harmed, as long as they don't die, they will have no loss. Their recovery ability is beyond imagination." The old man said in a deep voice.

"We can blow their heads directly. It's like hunting!" The young man with strong physique was a little unconvinced on the other side who hadn't spoken all the time. Everything is over."

The old man glanced at him and sighed: "It means you can hit him in the head, and. Even if you hit the head..." He paused here, not wanting to go on, because the actual situation and these young people have been Compared with the education that was instilled, it was a bit outrageous. Young people have never been in World War II. Those appalling battles have been deliberately concealed by the historical readers. No normal person would think that it is a good thing to reveal the abilities that those demon-like guys really possess. In order to maintain a relatively stable order after the war, let ordinary people know that this is an ordinary world is the best. When the mysterious Nazis are deliberately curtailed and presented before the world, they can stimulate people's anger and resistance to those evil people to the greatest extent. Even so, in the past half-century, people searching for Nazi secrets and inheritance still don't know how many, and the social turmoil caused by their actions can only be disclosed after repeated concealment.

The evil Nazis have acquired extraordinary evil abilities by evil means. However, no matter how "evil" is used to modify, the desire of human beings to pursue life transformation is far beyond the rationality of resisting and maintaining order. If it only possesses extraordinary power, then at best, human beings will destroy the old order and promote an order suitable for this power. The order itself is only a change and will not disappear. However, the power of the Nazis, as well as the means to gain power, is to completely destroy humanity. While they destroy other people, they are also destroying themselves. Their own order will be destroyed together with themselves after destroying other orders. It is precisely because of this recognition that the current United Nations will unite to fight the Nazis in the middle and late stages of World War II.

Now that the Nazis are making a comeback, the old man believes that their nature will never change. Now these guys give themselves and others some breathing room, probably just want to play with their prey, they have not been fighting on this land for too long, although the area of ​​this battlefield is small, they and others are also very weak, but , To them, it is like a long-awaited appetizer, can't bear to swallow.

There were footsteps coming. In the dense rain and the uproar of the woods, these footsteps were as clear as knocking on a steel plate. Anyone who has some ideas knows. This is absolutely abnormal. Someone couldn't help but want to look out the window, but the old man immediately shouted: "Get back, get me back!" Before his voice fell, the bullet hit the viewer's calf, he froze for a while, and then issued a miserable The cry, the body seemed to lose strength. All of a sudden, he collapsed to the ground, and the pain of being shot was stronger than he thought.

At the same time, the majestic young man, who was already nervous, immediately estimated the position and fought back. He fired five shots in a row, but the enemies outside did not fight back. then. He put away the gun and left his position, trying to drag the wounded back. The old man's lips moved, but he still didn't stop it. He knew that this young man was stupid, but no one here was a professional soldier. Once the opponent is prevented from rescuing their comrades, the spirit of the team that has just gathered will be severely hit. Moreover, young people are not without opportunities, if the enemy still holds the idea of ​​playing with themselves and others, they should not stop it.

However, he still guessed wrong. The young man who had injured his calf made a distorted cry again. It was no longer a scream because of pain, but something more unexpected happened. The majestic young man just grabbed his hand and dragged it back. However, an opposite force suddenly came, and instead made him stagger forward. I saw that the injured young man's foot seemed to be caught by something, and he dragged backwards abruptly, using his injured foot to make a hole in the wooden wall. In the sound of the surging rain, everyone heard the sound of the injured person's bones breaking, which was more chilling than the screams.

No one can see exactly what caught the injured leg. Because there is still a layer of wooden wall between it and the outside, the hole pierced by the injured person's leg is not big, and the sharp edge cuts the injured person's leg meat, pulling his thigh completely out of the wooden wall. The screams of the wounded made the woman want to cover her ears. The sound was like a sharp blade, drawing in the hearts of everyone, like a curse, to make everyone feel the pain.

The majestic young man's arms are strong, but he still can't resist the force that drags the wounded from the other side. He shouted angrily, his face flushed. The screams of the wounded gradually weakened, his eyes were confused, tears dripped down his face, and he kept saying: "Save me, save me." I don't know where to hide, nor how the other party caught the wounded. All the shootings did not bring news-this is bad news.

The two old men looked at each other, one nodded, and the other made up his mind, and suddenly turned out from the window on the side of the wounded. Before, no one could see anything from that window, but, After the old man turned out, there was a vague shadow moving immediately. At the same time, the sound of the firefight and the flames rang out several times. The old listener who stayed in the room suddenly stood up and pulled the trigger in one direction. The majestic young man trying to rescue the wounded suddenly felt that his resistance was loosened, allowing him to drag the wounded back into the bunker.

The old man outside shouted a few times, and the other people in the house immediately followed his instructions and fired intensively in one direction. Although no effect was felt, the old man’s figure had reappeared in the window and he wanted to turn back. Inside the house. Two young people stepped forward to meet him, but before he touched the old man, his body was suddenly dragged back by something, leaving the young man scratching his head.

"Damn it!" The old man staying in the house dashed to the window and shot desperately. However, the old man outside the house was dragged farther and farther. No one could see exactly what caught him, but felt that there must be something in the dark shadow. The dragged old man tried to grab his body and tried to release the gun, but his hands were immediately hung up, and the whole person was suspended in the air, and then he was thrown into the air.

The next moment, his movement paused, and his body fell to the ground and slid far on the damp turf, while his head was round and staring, just hanging in the air. The appalling sight made the witnesses tremble all over, which was not only anger but also fear, because everything the old man encountered was really weird in the eyes of normal people. Only the old man in the room roared and fired a few shots in the direction of the head. After that, the deceased's head fell to the ground. And the old man seemed to have lost his strength, his face turned gloomy.

"Why, what's the matter?" The girl with purple lipstick asked with trembling teeth.

"Wire." After everyone returned to the bunker in the center of the hall, the old man explained with a straight face and gritted his teeth: "They are intimidating us, drawing our fear and anger. Those **** deliberately used wire Kill old Pat and hang his head in the air."

Although this is extremely irritating, this explanation is full of science, but it makes other people’s expressions better, because the previous situation was so weird, it seemed like some weird force killed it. The old man died. Science is knowable. It is better to face the knowable than to face the unknowable. The pale faces of the young people glanced at each other. Although there was no relief at all, the fear in them was somewhat reduced.

The surviving old man saw these changes in his eyes and sighed deeply in his heart because he didn't fully tell the truth. The old man's head was indeed cut by a steel wire and then hung by the steel wire. The dark night concealed the existence of the steel wire, but the entire killing process was not as scientific as imagined. The Nazis possessed extraordinary powers of evil. For the elderly, this sentence is not a modification, nor is it merely a matter of ethics.

But what about telling the truth? It will only make these young people more at a loss. The death of the old man. Suddenly than he had imagined, it made him feel that these years of recuperation had indeed weakened his body, ability and will too much. If you change to who you were in World War II, you should be able to save old Pat, right? No, if old Pat was still he during World War II, he would definitely not be killed so easily. It is true that the Nazis are terrible guys who can fight a hundred-man company on their own, but. Veterans who survived such a battlefield would never be killed by the enemy so easily. Judging from experience, there is only one enemy who has shot, and he has a mentality of contemptuous play.

Although there are many "ifs" in the mind, the truth is so cruel. The old man is no longer what he used to be, and the young man can't help but feel weak. Everyone will die here. The old man affirmed his thoughts, but he thought that at least one Nazi must be killed. Victory by the enemy. It is not allowed by his self-esteem as a veteran. If you can, kill two, one for yourself and one for old friends. In a blink of an eye, he made a cruel plan in his heart, and all the young people here will be used.

Anyway, these young people are just temporary guests. He and his old friend's family stayed in the city. Although the Nazis appeared suddenly, the country must not have been completely unresponsive. They can only pray that the family members will be lucky enough to escape.

The old man thought about it, and glanced at the young man who was bandaging the wounded. There was a trace of unbearableness in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared, and his eyes became cold and deep. He was immersed in memory, and seemed to hear the sound of blood flowing in his body. This sound brought him back to the battlefield. The ammunition was exhausted, the arteries were bleeding, and he was lying on the cold ground waiting to die-the remaining Nazis staggered. Coming towards him, he firmly grasped a fragment and prepared to make the final counterattack when he came up against the counterattack.

The result of that battle was that the remaining Nazis were killed by their own reinforcements, and then they were rescued and survived. Now, that scene is rolling in the old man's mind, as if he is getting his state closer to the time-a weak body, a strong will, and, as if backtracking, the general keen intuition.

The memory of fighting is emerging from every cell of him. The old man let go of his palm, no longer holding the rifle so hard, leaning against the bunker, closing his eyes to listen to the sound, smelling the smell, and using every inch of his skin exposed to the air, he perceives the information conveyed in the dark. . The sound of rain in the battlefield gradually faded away, and the screams of the wounded could not prevent this unusual silence from coming~IndoMTL.com~ is too serious. Without surgery, this leg would be useless. "The cowboy-dressed girl frowned and looked at the injured calf which was badly injured. The other girls except her couldn't bear to look at the injury again.

"Down the mountain?" A young man smiled sadly.

"Damn it!" The majestic young man punched the sandbag hard: "Those guys are really teasing us."

"It's coming!" The old man suddenly opened his eyes, slammed the young people away, and rolled out of the bunker where the wounded was nestled. The ceiling collapsed suddenly, and the wounded looked up in horror, only to see a figure falling from the sky. Only the old man shot at the first time, but it was useless. The young man thought that the bullet did not hit the opponent, but the old man knew that it had indeed hit the opponent, but it had no effect. Just like many years ago, ordinary bullets must perform a saturation attack in the correct position to cause sufficient damage.

"Retreat!" The old man shouted: "Retreat to the house!" He threw himself to the other side, and instantly several bullet holes appeared where he was standing. During this time, he raised his gun and extinguished the oil lamp, and the whole hall was plunged into darkness. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point () to vote recommended votes, monthly tickets, your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users please go to read.)