As soon as I got off the mountain, the stunning female CEO took me home

"Jam!"

Just as the platoon leader let out a strange scream of joy or anger, he didn't know whether it was joy or anger.

The enemy officer was knocked down by Zhang Qiang with the butt of his rifle.

Then, the platoon leader jumped up from the crater, pounced on the enemy officer, and grabbed his neck.

The loose soil fell, almost burying the guy beneath him.

Then, he dug out a stone from the soil around him and hit the enemy officer on the head again and again.

The smoke has not completely dissipated, and the dust has not completely settled.

At this time, lying on the ground, in fact, he could not see the outside world at all.

Two people who couldn't see outside were hitting each other.

At this time, the small battle had ended, and the seniors who had chased them outside the woods looked back at the crater in boredom.

He remained silent and stared at the platoon leader who was already furious.

After a long time, the platoon leader finally became exhausted, and his hand waving the stone gradually slowed down.

Then he threw away the stone in his hand and stretched out his hand towards Zhang Qiang.

Zhang Qiang quickly grabbed hold and pulled the platoon leader up from the ground.

The platoon leader took two steps to the edge of the crater, fished the rocket launcher out of the crater, and held it in his arms as if he were holding a beloved woman.

"Is there a doctor?"

The platoon leader hoarsely glanced at the people around him.

"Where are the doctors? Are they all beaten to death? How about a veterinarian? Isn't there even a veterinarian?"

"Me! I'm the second battalion medic!"

At this moment, in the distance, an extremely pale man raised his hand.

"Okay! Come over here!" The platoon leader waved to the doctor, and called to the Sichuan boy who was following not far away with a rocket in his hand, "Lazi, take the doctor over to see the wounded we dragged back, right?" Already..."

While speaking, the platoon leader seemed to have thought of something, and turned back to look at Zhang Qiang meaningfully.

"Bring the enemy's medicine that our platoon has captured to the doctor!" the platoon leader deliberately emphasized the word 'capture' very hard.

Command the Sichuan flavor guy.

The Sichuan flavor guy also glanced at Zhang Qiang for the first time, and then replied loudly, 'Yes'.

He turned around and left with the ashen-faced military doctor.

"Made, fortunately, this poison gas is just tear gas, not mustard gas, or anything else we don't recognize. Normally, they hide behind this poison gas and rush with this thing. They have captured every position. !” the platoon leader said with emotion.

"Yes! You have to remember this thing in the future." Several other leaders standing on the side also whispered in agreement.

"First platoon leader, you are doing well. You killed an officer about the same age as you, a lieutenant colonel, and maybe a regimental captain." One of the taller leaders said, speaking in northern Xia dialect. .

The platoon leader chuckled twice, as if he had been reminded, and lowered his head to look for the enemy's body. After finding it, he took out the little Zorro pistol from his hand, lifted up the hem of his clothes, and wiped it, "Good stuff! "He chuckled, muttered to himself, and then stuck it into his waist.

Seeing this peaceful scene of his ancestors, Zhang Qiang was sincerely happy, with tears in his laughter. Seeing that his ancestors were still alive - so good!

Zhang Qiang subconsciously turned his head and looked around, trying to remember the voices, faces, and smiles of these ancestors, but he saw that except for the ancestors who had set up a defense line at the edge of the woods, the rest of the people were looking for treasures on the enemy's corpses, especially poison-proof items. Masks have become a hot item.

This battle made everyone remember the power of poisonous gas.

If we do it again next time without a gas mask, life will be very difficult.

"Platoon Commander, did you seize this thing from the enemy?"

At this time, the young leader with a northern accent took aim at the rocket launcher held in the platoon leader's arms.