Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 980: Death in battle

The Nazi wearing a military coat fell into the bunker, stepped on the injured leg of the wounded, and covered his mouth before he screamed. The injured couldn't help shaking in pain, but couldn't help but stare at the Nazi. The eyes hidden behind the gas mask seemed to be faintly visible at this moment. However, those eyes were definitely not normal human eyes. The eyes had an attraction that made the injured person's sight unable to deviate. The faint eyes he saw quickly expanded in his field of vision. The injured felt that his soul was about to be sucked away by the opponent's eyes.

However, the Nazis seemed to have noticed something, and their eyes turned away from the wounded. Before the wounded reacted, he had retreated, but at this time, the old man did not know when he had appeared behind him and moved the bunker to block him. The escape route. The explosion swept through the bunker, and then there was an exceptionally strong flame. The wounded didn’t even scream and was completely ignited, because before that, he had been killed by the grenade that the old man had put in his clothes. . The flame inspired by the combustion-supporting agent swept across the Nazi's body. When he jumped up, he suddenly felt the staggered sharp cuts from the front and back of his neck. Even if he raised his forearm to block it, he still couldn't. Blocking a planned Jedi blow.

With the help of the steel wire hidden in the darkness, he abruptly cut off his arm and neck. Then, his head was hit by a series of bullets and fluttered backwards.

The young man hiding in the back room only saw the fire suddenly flashing in the darkness, the fuzzy outline flying in the air, and then being swallowed by the darkness, followed by the sound of the body falling to the ground. The cowgirl couldn't help yelling: "Old Allen!" There was no response. In the stormy night, the sound of wind and rain made the silence especially suffocated. The sound of fighting seemed to break all at once, and the air was so heavy that it made people breathless. Come. The young man grabbed the gun in his hand, his palm was sticky, but he didn't even dare to wipe it. All the lighting installations in the house have been destroyed, and the young people have finally adapted to the extremely dark environment. Move your steps carefully.

Suddenly, a young man screamed, and the companion next to him yelled in anxious manner, pointed his gun at that side, but did not see the other person's figure, the next moment, he felt his ankle Caught by something. He suddenly lowered his head. Only seeing a pale hand, the strength made him feel that his bones were about to be scratched, his hairs were all erected, and he subconsciously turned the muzzle and pulled the trigger, but the successive screams made him aware To their own mistakes.

"Is that you? Jack. How could it be? Jack?" The young man's face was pale, and the thought of killing his companion by mistake made his heart become blocked, and his incomparable fear was mixed with more emotions. He didn't understand what he was doing or what to do, his mind went blank. Staring blankly at the hand that was twisted by excessive force. The screams suddenly sounded and ended suddenly, as if to let him know that his bullet had killed his companion by mistake. He finally saw the silhouette of a human figure crawling on the ground, but the power coming from that hand had quickly weakened.

A lot of things happened at this moment. When he reacted, the rush of information made him feel like a year has passed. Then the voice of the companion who questioned in a deep voice came to his ears: "How do you return? Matter?"

"I. I..." The young man stammered and said silently: "He, Jack, he..."

Someone came up and fumbled for the human body on the ground. The young man didn't see who it was, only that he was checking the status of Jack's figure. The result was the worst situation he could think of. "He's dead." The man sighed.

"I, I didn't mean it, I don't know, I don't know!" The young man yelled in anger and fear. He didn't know why he was angry, but the things that accumulated in his heart made him involuntary and hysterical. The huge force was pulling him, and he struggled subconsciously, as if the force that tried to suppress him was an abominable and terrifying enemy, until he was smashed to the ground, like a sound from a far away, pulling himself back: "Damn it! Calm down, I know, it's not your fault! Calm down for me!"

The young man murmured to himself: "It's not my fault, it's not my fault..." The bones all over his body seemed to be loose, and he lay weakly on the ground.

"This guy is useless!" He heard his companion complaining: "Damn, those demons are torturing us! They have a lot of opportunities to kill us all at once, but deliberately give us time to breathe. They want Let us all become like this guy!"

He can understand the language, and the meaning is, but the very weak young man doesn't want to understand it at all. He just stared at the ceiling blankly, and then, in this silent and dark environment, he heard more sounds and smelled more smells. What he heard and smelled, in his mind, sketched out more signs of activity hidden by the rainstorm in the mountains and forests, and these signs made him feel deep fear, not only because, those signs will take away The lives of everyone here are more because they are not keen to kill everyone at once.

His words describe extremely scarce, and he can only tell himself: that is the devil.

"What's the smell." Following the old man's words, there was no such doubt among the young people who had escaped because of the darkness in the house.

"It's gasoline." The majestic young man said tremblingly, "Are they going to burn us?"

"Can't stay here anymore." The cowgirl said firmly: "Let's go out!"

Although they are full of fear of the outside world, because although the wooden house is dark and the structure is relatively fragile, the wall still gives them a sense of shelter, but if the enemy really pours gasoline on the house, then continue to stay inside. , Is the Jedi. They figured this out. There was no proposal against the cowgirl. The majestic young man took up the young man who had been mentally hit and could no longer fight, and followed the others and leaned towards the window.

"Is old Ike dead?" Someone asked softly. It was clear that the rain was loud, but the strange and dangerous situation made him feel that his heartbeat was more audible than the sound of rain.

"The ones who died were raised by bitches!" The cowgirl said confidently, "...at least Old Ike solved one." She didn't know that not only did the old man survive, but he also planned to solve more. In the playful slaughter of the enemy, the old man seemed to be back to light, feeling that his body, strength, experience, and will all returned to the time of World War II. In his mind, there was an illusion, and the illusion ignited his life. The old man no longer intends to live, nor does he think there is someone here who can live. He is using his last life. Go and teach the enemy a lesson. Only by himself, the plan is probably not feasible, but there are young people in the house, they are natural bait-as long as these Nazis still have the joy of returning to the battlefield, trying to taste death and cruel mentality If you come to play around with yourself and others, you will definitely fall into this pair of young people. For the old man himself, they are in a very cruel trap.

Old Ike was lying in the silt under the wooden house. In order to prevent rainwater from ingressing, the floor of this wooden house was one meter high from the ground during construction. He sliced ​​open the body of the first Nazi he killed and wetted his body with the blood of the opponent. Carrying the corpse out of the wooden house, carefully disguising him, leaving him in the dark as if the Nazis were carrying his body. Then, he got under the floor of the wooden house, and waited for him to wait until the second enemy-the guy who had conspired with the young man in the house and caused the young man's companion to kill him by mistake. When he was working on the young people in the house. The old man raided the opponent, and the enemy's slackness was like a cold-blooded animal that had just awakened from hibernation. After the sneak attack succeeded, he clearly felt that the abilities of these Nazis did not reach the end of World War II and nearly killed the Nazis. The average level.

Even so. Old Ike still insisted on his decision. Although the two Nazis had been resolved, the remaining Nazis were much better than the people on his side in terms of ability, technology, and number. The time to kill the two Nazis is enough to make them understand what they are facing, once these enemies are more serious. There is absolutely no way to survive by waiting for others. Therefore, before they completely wake up from hibernation, it is the truth to kill as many as they can.

Old Ike can hear the conversations of young people clearly. He was full of guilt, but he didn't regret it, because even if he pityed these young people, he would not get any good results. Rescue them, take them out? Doing so will only make everyone die worthless.

Yes, the value. In war, the value of passive and active fighters lies in how many enemies can be killed. This is the most unforgettable understanding of Old Ike after World War II. He is already very old and has finally survived the war syndrome. He originally thought that he could enjoy his old age, but he did not expect that at the end of his life, he would encounter these things again. Enemies swept into the garbage dump of history. He feels very sad, not only for the environment that young people will face in the future, but also for his failure to end well, but at the same time, there is a kind of excitement and passion in his heart because he is a fighter.

Dying on the battlefield, taking away the life of the enemy, and dying as a soldier is, in a sense, very acceptable to him.

Old Ike cut through the corpses of two Nazis subconsciously, listening to the blood flowing out of their bodies and sinking into the muddy water. He could smell the different normal **** smell, and he seemed to be able to see it. , The blood confuses the muddy water and turns into a purple-red spreading scene. The sound of cannons, guns, and shouts sounded in his ears, as if this was no longer a wooden house, but the earth-shattering battle in the past, and came to the present through time and space. There were many figures shaking around. He couldn't see it, but he could feel it. He couldn't tell if it was an illusion. However, he could clearly tell that there were eight Nazis left that he wanted to kill. His goal is extremely clear, except for these eight guys who can vaguely determine their position, the other figures have nothing to do with him. Therefore, whether these are illusions or real, they are no longer important.

Old Ike's facial muscles trembled, and he seemed to be smiling, but he was a hideous look that young people couldn't even imagine. He dropped the two Nazi corpses and began to move. He believed that the things he had done to the corpses were enough to prevent these terrible guys from resuscitating, at least, not before dawn.

Nazis are very difficult to kill. The evil force makes it possible for them to recover even if they are torn apart, their hearts and heads are smashed, or their limbs are separated. The frontline soldiers of the United Nations have found a way to restrain them with their lives. , Is to inhibit or even prevent this recovery ability through a special internal cutting method of the human body. Although it has been a long time, the processing method that was deeply imprinted in the instinct because of doing it too many times quickly awakened in Old Ike's body. He didn't know the principle that this could suppress the opponent, but the effect was tested during World War II, though. There is no one-hundred percent confidence in whether to suppress or completely let the other party die.

Old Ike also feels that the Nazis have made a comeback again and must have greatly improved their soldiers. Whether this cutting technique is still useful, and how useful it is is a question, but at this time only a gamble NS.

Just as the old Ike was immersed in the illusion of the battlefield of the past. When the cruel counterattack began. The young people in the house have checked the windows several times. They didn't know that the smell of gasoline was deliberately created by Old Ike, just to make the young people move. No one wants to burn them to death for the time being, but if multiple Nazis break into the wooden house at this time. Old Ike himself didn’t mind setting a fire—even though the power of the fire in the storm was weakened, even if it was not weakened, it would not be possible to pose too much threat to the Nazis. The burning could not enter "　" all at once, and time was sufficient for it. The Nazis quit, but as long as they quit. It is possible that a decision made under a misjudgment of the situation can give old Ike a chance to kill one of them.

The cowboy girl finally couldn't help it. She and others have lost a lot of time. The enemy may set fire at any time. Of course, it may be just to scare herself and others and force herself and others to run outside. But she did not dare to bet when the majestic young man questioned. Not very firm either. It was dark outside the window, and the rain curtain made it impossible to see the situation five meters away, even if it was close to two or three meters, it was still vague. However, the young man deliberately used a wooden frame and clothes to fake a doll for a test, but the enemy did not attack. The more time delays, the more urgent they are. finally. The cowgirl jumped out first, leaning close to the wooden house, and quickly swept the muzzle around, whispering: "Come out!"

Three other young people who can move. Young people with mental breakdown also came out one by one. The process went smoothly, and everyone could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"What should I do now?" someone asked. But in the next moment, something was in front, running from left to right, and that swift movement made everyone like a bow and a snake shadow, and they immediately shot in that direction. Of course, the bullet seemed to be completely swallowed by the darkness over there, and no feedback appeared.

Afterwards, a gunshot sounded from the roof, and there was a slight commotion in the bushes on the other side. Everyone couldn't help raising their guns, but they couldn't see anything on the roof from their perspective. The majestic young man shouted in a low voice: "Old Ike?" No one answered. They looked at each other and exchanged their eyes, making them move to the west side of the wooden house, where there was an independent wood house.

It is dangerous to enter the forest, and this is firmly in their hearts. They also feel that the actions of themselves and others have been staring at something hidden in the dark, but as long as the other party does not take further action, there is actually no better choice for them and others. It was probably the old Ike who shot on the roof before. He did not die, which comforted the young man. His counterattack seemed to prove that there was no room for him and others to fight back. Moreover, for the benefit, there is old Ike occupying the high ground for sniping, which is also very good for the transfer of himself and others.

However, Old Ike is no longer on the roof at this time. His previous attempt to snipe another Nazi who was lured by the young man failed as expected. Before he moved, a dark figure approached him quietly and almost cut his throat. Although he escaped in time, one hand was cut off by the other party. He turned over and fell to the roof, but the dull voice did not start the young people's attention, because their attention had shifted to the woodshed.

The pain of the broken arm and the impact of the fall made Old Ike's eyes dizzy and he almost lost his breath. Even so, he still used the remaining hand to firmly grasp the gun~IndoMTL.com~ in his consciousness When he refocused and tried to roll over his body to get up, a pair of leather shoes appeared in his field of vision.

"Damn it, is it only here?" he said "　". Although I still want to resist, the pain has not subsided to the point where I can move my body freely. The will can resist pain, but the body cannot remain indifferent in pain. The actions that can be done at this time are much less than normal. Enemies that cannot be confronted with their own power under normal circumstances are even more difficult to deal with when they are half disabled.

He feels that he is more auspicious than auspicious. The figure stepped on the rifle, grabbed his hair, and dragged his head.

Lightning exploded, and the suddenly bright environment made him see a dagger coming quickly, which immediately occupied all of his vision, bursting into a cold light.

He felt cold and kissed his throat, cut through his cervical spine, and then pulled the hand that grabbed his hair upwards. Before his vision was completely drawn into the darkness, he saw the Nazi chest "Swastika" badge.

It's an unlucky thing that cannot be described by prophecy. (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.)