A Weird Theater That Started In London

In the bright light, giant tanks weighing sixty tons were lined up and pushed towards the position.

They drove slowly across Anhang Bridge, machine-gunning every window of the North Shore complex, and firing round after round at every house.

The Tiger tank salvo was merciless.

Like prehistoric monsters, the barrels of the guns whirled and sprayed fire, and the shells penetrated the concrete walls and exploded in the houses.

Immediately afterwards, starting from the roof, the building collapsed like toy blocks, and the dust and debris also made it difficult to see what was nearby.

Monk lay in the wreckage with a broken spine and tiny shell fragments covering his thighs and hands.

In the severe pain, Lu Li slowly dragged his body and walked towards the bridge.

Someone called his name from behind. It was Henry and Miller. The two lay in the long and narrow bunker, unable to do anything except yelling and dissuading them.

However, Lu Li turned a deaf ear to this, he only had one thought in his mind: Francis Monk is dead.

This guy is so thin, some remarks make him feel like an immature child, but fate has left him lying here, in a city that has only been seen on maps before.

Because the god of death had been calling him since last night, but he was only twenty years old, so he really shouldn't have died so early.

Lu Li's thoughts were chaotic.

The burning wood crackled around, and the strong smell of burnt burnt and gunpowder smoke filled the lungs, making it difficult to breathe.

At the same time, Hamel sat on the command vehicle, picked up the binoculars, and watched the tankers under him reap life with the precision of scythe mowing grass, and watched the enemy's strong north bank position gradually turn into ruins.

Soon, a figure caught his attention.

The ferocious expression distorted the guy's face, like a beast.

The next moment, the conjecture came true.

Fine and fine hairs protruded from the cortex, two pointed ears protruded from the temples, and the area from the chin to the bridge of the nose protruded forward. Lu Li's head had turned into a wolf's head.

Oh, God……

Henry buried his face in the rubble, even though he had already been mentally prepared, he still felt that his worldview had collapsed.

As for the others, their performance was even worse. Whether it was Frost or Hamel, they all froze in place, at a loss.

And those priests accompanying the army raised the silver crosses in their arms one after another, reciting prayers.

[Wolf form characteristics: hunting, rage, bloodthirsty, shadow, regeneration, magic immunity]

At this moment, driven by instinct, Lu Li, who lost his mind, turned into a black shadow, and after only three or four jumps, he came to the south bank of the bridge and came before Hamel.

Slap!

Like a rotten orange being patted, a headless corpse fell down, and blood splashed on the seat, the windshield, and the face of the adjutant sitting in the same seat.

Perhaps it was the smell of blood that stimulated Lu Li, who had turned into a werewolf. He let out a roar and rushed towards the place where the soldiers gathered, like a wolf entering a flock of sheep. The sound of bones breaking continued to resound.

This monster killed Hamel!

shot!

shot!

The adjutant who had escaped unharmed drew out his pistol and emptied the bullets in the magazine at Lu Li who was raging in the crowd. The other soldiers also reacted and used submachine guns, rifles, or even small flamethrowers.

However, Lu Li, who was dominated by the nature of a beast, not only attacked fiercely, but also never considered defense. The pain stimulated the bloodthirsty gene in his body. He tore up the enemy in front of him, and then rushed to other targets.

A few minutes later, a vacuum was formed, and at least four combat teams died under the giant claws. In addition, Lu Li's werewolf was also beaten into a honeycomb, and blood dripped down the bullet holes.

In addition, the sun was shining brightly at this time, shining in his eye sockets, the place was shot several times by German soldiers, but the bleeding stopped due to its own healing ability. Sturdy.

It seems that this demon is dead...

Some soldiers were whispering, but they still held the weapons in their hands tightly, not daring to let go.

Under such circumstances, the Tiger tanks that were used to attack the positions on the north bank returned to defense, surrounded Lu Li, and adjusted their gun barrels to face the monster in everyone's eyes.

This scene looks very weird.

Like a cannonball.

Fire! The adjutant yelled loudly until he was exhausted.

At that moment, the light and shadow trembled.

The blood mist exploded.

Click!

The spotlight lights up, and the picture freezes here.

Lu Li, who was still in a chaotic state a second ago, regained his sobriety this second.

He looked up and looked around, and found that he was back in that classroom, and half of the seats were already occupied.

It seems that the shortest-lived protagonist is not me. When were these people eliminated...

Lu Li thought silently.

In the next second, a black shadow suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and a pompous voice came:

My mother, I died a terrible death!

Half of the head was cut off!

Fortunately, this ghost school can bring students back to life, otherwise there would be no place to cry.

As he said that, Duke touched his head first, and then his calf. The movements were so large that it was difficult for people not to notice.

Duke caught a glimpse of a black figure behind him from the corner of his eye, and that place was Lu Li's exclusive seat.

Thinking of this, he quickly turned around, Lu Li, why are you sitting here? I f*cking thought you'd survive until the last episode.

What happened?

Under this guy's repeated questioning, Lu Li whispered, You died on September 18th, the morning after the airborne. How about you?

A few hours later than you, died that afternoon. At this point, Duke gritted his teeth, and his voice became louder: I managed to break through the blockade, and just saw the Arnhem Bridge, and was blasted by an anti-tank gun Head off!!!

The guy's voice echoed throughout the classroom.

Fortunately, everyone was in a bad mood and didn't bother to care about it, otherwise it would cause disputes again.

Okay, how about the battle?

Lu Li took out a sports brand cigarette from his pocket, but he couldn't find the matchbox after searching for a long time.

I have fire.

Duke had a backpack on his back, which contained a lot of things. From this, it can be seen that his death was indeed sudden, unlike Lu Li's ragged clothes, which only brought back some belongings.

After a while, the two continued to chat about their respective experiences. Duke was smoking a cigarette with a look of lovelessness on his face, and complained: We both died too early, we probably have to go to ordinary classes.

uncertain.

Lu Li shook his head, trying his best not to think about the experience of the past two days, because the best memory was eating canned food and juice with First Class Francis Monk when he first landed, and everything else was filled with sadness and anger.

Therefore, looking at the modern classroom, he breathed out a foul breath and continued: Let's talk about the battle situation first. This thing is the key. As for how long you can live, it is part of the scope of the assessment, but it should not be all.