Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 944: Martyrs

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The noise is over, and the dust gradually settles. There were guns and guns in the distance, but there was silence. The flares in the sky are gradually dropping, the light is dazzling and deserted. Zhou Qingfeng looked up and looked left and right, and the scum fell sharply from his head and face.

There was a crater about 20 meters away. The original squeaky tank stopped, and all the earth houses blocking the view were blown into ruins. The road disappeared, only to be devastated.

The earth turned, and another head came out of Zhou Qingfeng. The gray-faced ‘old machine gun’ looked around and said with surprise and joy: “I ’m not dead yet?”

"We are only one step away from death." Zhou Qingfeng stood up straight and pulled out his carbine from the soil to check. He felt that the surroundings seemed to be safe, so he took out a piece of tin foil wrapped 'Hershe Chocolate' from his backpack and stuffed it into his mouth.

A dozen hard chocolates were eaten into the stomach, and Zhou Qingfeng poured another pot of water. Just listening to the belly sound, the stomach and intestines wriggled a few times, everything seemed to be digested cleanly.

Hunger eased slightly, and Zhou Qingfeng felt a little bit more power. So he pulled the gun machine and loaded it, waved at the 'old machine gun', and the two pulled out a distance of 35 meters to cover each other and slowly moved forward.

Just "Dou Ding" volunteered to blow up the tank. Zhou Qingfeng didn't keep up with each other's pace. When he found the 'old machine gun', the explosion happened suddenly, quite unexpectedly.

For more than ten meters, the M4A3E8 "Sherman" has become a must-have "Lansen lighter". Under the fire, the car capsized and the turret flew away.

Going to the blast pit, several broken bodies fell radioactively. Zhou Qingfeng kicked a few feet and found that the bodies were all US soldiers, "What about" Dou Ding "?"

"Maybe ..., sacrifice it." The "old machine gun" sounded low, and saw the veterans of life and death holding the machine gun to maintain a vigilant posture, guarding the rear of the Zhou Qingfeng's.

"Fuck him meow!" The nameless fire in Zhou Qingfeng's heart came out. All ten people in the Sabre Class, except for the deputy squad leader who had left temporarily, only him and the "old machine gun" were left. "We are going to die." How many people? "

"At least we have enough books." The old machine gun is optimistic. "This tank is enough, not to mention the American devil here. I have fought all my life, and now I dare to say myself Not afraid of any enemies. "

Compared with the optimism of the old machine gun, Zhou Qingfeng is extremely pessimistic. Because he knew very well that a tank was nothing to the Americans-if it could, the Americans would definitely be willing to exchange one tank for their own casualties, and they would be completely affordable.

"Unfortunately," Dou Ding "is dead, ..." Zhou Qingfeng sighed and was about to leave with the "Old Machine Gun". But a ‘corpse’ not far from him suddenly moved, and when he got up, he shouted to him ‘squad leader, I ’m not dead’!

Lying trough!

Even if they can stand up to the sky, they can be suppressed by the Americans all night, and the mood of Zhou Qingfeng's is already very depressed. But when he heard this shout, he was so stunned and overjoyed.

'Old machine gun' was also pleasantly surprised, shouting with joy: "'Dingding', you are a fat boy, did you die even if you exploded a tank?"

This is really good eyes!

Zhou Qingfeng grabbed the first few steps and saw that the soil-covered ‘Dingding’ rushed over with a dirty face. He quickly grabbed each other's shoulders and laughed and said: "Good brother, it's reliable at the crucial moment! If you blow up this iron king, I and the" old machine gun "will be in big trouble."

Hey, hey, "Douding" scratched his head and smirked. ‘Old Machine Gun’ also stepped forward to pat his shoulder. Zhou Qingfeng is in a good mood, beckoning and saying: "It's okay if it's not dead. Let's go, we will leave immediately and continue to make trouble for Americans."

Zhou Qingfeng leads the way, the ‘old machine gun’ defender, ‘Douding’ is in the middle, the three are very popular and evacuate with joy. It was just less than ten steps to go out, and suddenly ‘Douding’ thumped on the ground without warning.

"Dou Ding, how are you?" "Old machine gun" came forward and pulled.

"I ..., can't get up." "Dou Ding" tone was panic, "My waist is unconscious."

The Zhou Qingfeng in front of me had to turn back. The first thing that caught my eye was the conspicuous blood stains on the waist of Douding, which had soaked the cotton coat.

Damn ..., Zhou Qingfeng quickly cut open the cotton coat with a knife, only to see the **** flesh of ‘Dingding’. He quickly said in a deep voice: "Don't be afraid, a little injury."

"But I can't feel my lower body anymore. The moment I just fell, it was as if the spine had been taken away." "Ding Ding" shivered unconsciously, "Squad leader , I'm a little cold, am I going to die? "

"What are you talking about? Who's not cold in this weather?" The old machine gun saw Zhou Qingfeng quickly bandaged the "Bean Ding" to stop bleeding, and he exhaled quickly. "The monitor said that the minor injury is the minor injury." "

But Zhou Qingfeng was bandaged but his face was ugly. It was the damage caused by four or five pistol rounds, which penetrated the lower back and entered the kidney. I just snapped a stopper on the wound, but now I ran a few steps but loosened it. The blood spouted out, probably because the liver was broken.

This is not a minor injury ..., nor is it something Zhou Qingfeng can handle.

'Douding' touched backwards, his hands full of warm blood. He smiled bitterly: "I'm so stupid. I was excited to scream when I was about to blow up the tank, and it caught the attention of the enemy. I remembered that when I threw out the explosive bag and turned to escape, it seemed to be hit by someone. Now. "

Looking at Zhou Qingfeng's busy hands and feet, but it can't stop the blood, ‘Douding’ is calm. He fell to the ground and asked: "Squad leader, I blew up the tank, am I not a gangster?"

"No, of course not." Zhou Qingfeng looks cold, hemostatic powder pours on the wound like no money, but the blood that comes out of cooing directly flushes the powder away, "I have never had a soldier under my hand. , Whoever dares to call you a sorrow in the future, I will throw him in front of the tank to press into a meat sauce. "

This time even the "old machine gun" can see that something is not right. The brothers who were originally good can't help it. The steel-hearted man couldn't help but cry out in tears: "Sorry, 'Dou Ding! You should n’t be said to you, you ’re not foolish, you are more brave than me. I really hate me for being shot. "

"Brother Machine Gun, do n’t cry. Squad leader, do n’t waste your time. So many comrades have sacrificed. Now I ’m going to blow up the tank, and I never thought I could live.

I'm not afraid of death, I'm afraid that others will say that I am ill. Although I know that I am indeed pretty, I ca n’t. "" Dou Ding "is as calm as the confession, but Zhou Qingfeng ca n’t help but follow his nose.

Dou Ding continued: "When I joined the army, my mother told me that poor people have a low life, and they want to live a good life without suffering from others. My father used to be there Bing, but as soon as he left the news, our family would not be like this person.

But the situation is different now, and our poor people finally have a desperate way out. The recruiter told my mother that when she was enlisted in the army, she would be given preferential treatment and she would be able to share more fields. My brother and sister also benefited.

I just joined the army for the benefit, so I joined the army and wore safflower and hit the front line with gongs and drums. This is better than my father, right? He He He ...... If this word was heard by the deputy squad leader, I would definitely say that my consciousness is low.

But I joined the army really to get some benefits for my family. I have inquired that if I can become a martyr, my family will be treated better. At the beginning, I was worried whether this was true? But since I entered the army, everyone regarded me as a personal person, and I knew that the country would not lie to me.

Squad leader, I beg you. You are capable, and you can certainly survive. You said to the chief, I blew up a tank before I died. As long as my family can be taken care of by the government, my younger brother and sister can go to school, and my mother can get some kind of compassion, there will be no loss. I have made a contribution, I have to be a martyr! "

Make me a martyr!

Make me a martyr! !

Make me a martyr! ! !

Screaming for blood, when feeling that Douding's body is getting colder, Zhou Qingfeng pounded the ground straight, and his hatred was burning.