[Bottle evil] Troop number zero

Chapter 69

Wu Xie was thrown to the ground by Zhang Qiling, her face was pressed against the cold ground, and the small stone was embedded in her flesh, causing severe pain.At the same time, he landed hard, the bones of his whole body were about to fall apart, especially his shoulders were hit, not to mention the weight of Zhang Qiling.But these were nothing, because what stuck to him were people, not sharp shrapnel and explosion flames.

The battlefield used to seem far away, but now it is so close.

Wu Xie understood why Zhang Qiling and Pan Zi kept telling him to leave; he also understood why Wu Sansheng didn't let him join the ordinary army.

The mountain was roaring, and the sound was like thunder, like the roar of a war drum, and it quickly swayed in the ears.Wu Xie's face was buried in the mud, and the back of his head was hit hard by the mud. The scattered debris came from the trembling ground and from the deep pits blasted by bombers one after another.

Wu Xie had difficulty breathing, and he felt that there was more than one person on his body.He raised his chin desperately, panting heavily, if he was not killed by the bomb right now, he would be crushed to death by the people above.Wu Xie shook his head and shook off the mud attached to his skin. When he managed to open his eyes, he saw the torrential rain, and the Red Army's arms, thighs, calves, and even heads hit him together with the rain.His nose was filled with the smell of blood, and even the torrential rain couldn't wash away the smell.This is the last taste of the Red Army soldiers and his compatriots left in the world. It is so strong, just like their unyielding spirit and unwilling resentment.

A spear with a bayonet attached slipped past Wu Xie's scalp, and plunged deep into the land guarded by the master with all his life.Wu Xie shivered violently, and stared at the cold bayonet, on which a human intestine hung, with a pink luster under the bright red, like a flying banner, which people will never forget.

Wu Xie's stomach acid surged up, and even though he had seen zongzi, he also felt like vomiting. These... are just a part of it.Not long after, the organs turned into rain and fell from the sky continuously, falling on living people, treetops, grass, and a few centimeters in front of Wu Xie's nose.

Wu Xie held his breath and forced himself not to look at those things, but couldn't help but squint his eyes, looking at the remains of his dead compatriots.How long he watched, his shoulders trembled for a long time, this is war, not a fight, this is a bloody art in turbulent times.

Wu Xie struggled for a while, but he couldn't get up. Somehow, the people above were motionless.Could it be that Zhang Qiling is dead!Wu Xie suddenly had cold hands and feet, panicked, spat out muddy water, and shouted loudly: "Zhang Qiling! Zhang Qiling! Zhang..." The voice stopped abruptly as a piece of bloody human component fell in front of him. He saw A pen was pinned to blood-soaked gray cloth.

Zhou Jin's head and body were separated, rolled on the ground several times, and sank into a nearby puddle.Wu Xie was stunned, and was instantly stunned, even the sadness and fear were delayed by half a beat. "Zhou Jin?" Only he could hear the voice.

Zhou Jin was soaked in the rain, his eyelids were not completely closed, and from a distance, he seemed to be alive, with his eyes open all the time, but his eyes were quiet, without the slightest wave.how to say?Stillness, solitude, stagnation, the stillness of death.

Wu Xie opened his mouth and was about to vomit, but suddenly his body lightened, and Zhang Qiling pulled him up from the ground.

"I..." Wu Xie's Adam's apple twitched, unable to say the rest.Leaning against Zhang Qiling, his back bent, he found that the booklet that Zhou Jin had handed him was already soaked in water.He stared at the cover in bewilderment until he was taken away, without realizing what was written on it.

"Little Third Master!"

When Wu Xie heard Pan Zi's voice, a trace of joy rose in his heart, but his condition was still not good, and he was still hovering on the edge of sluggishness.

"Little third master, let's go!"

Zhang Qiling pulled him, he ran for a while in a daze, then suddenly staggered a step, and stepped on something soft and elastic on the sole of his foot, the thing made a "sizzling" sound and squeezed out a stream of red water. "Wow!" He finally bent over and vomited.After several days of not eating enough, the beef and noodles in his stomach had already been digested, so he could only retch, with tears in his eyes, but Zhang Qiling dragged him away.

"Leg...leg...half..." Wu Xie slurred his speech.

Zhang Qiling looked at him with pity, but Wu Xie couldn't see it.

"It's the first time...it's my first time..." Wu Xie spoke incoherently, unable to express his meaning.

Zhang Qiling looked up, and the bomber that cast a shadow in the sky just now flew back again, heading straight towards them, as if trying to kill them all.

"Why? Why is this happening?" Wu Xie muttered to himself.Zhang Qiling clenched his wrist so hard that he felt pain. "This is war." Zhang Qiling's words were filled with a murderous air.

Wu Xie raised his head, Zhang Qiling's dark eyes reflected his distressed appearance, but he was still alive, they were all alive, he started to feel lucky!

"Go! Go! What are you doing! Are you going to be blown to death like my brothers!" Pan Zi shouted with red eyes.

Wu Xie turned to look at Pan Zi. Pan Zi was crying. Although he was injured, he was not fatal, but the blood oozing from his ribs was fainted by the rain, and the redness on his chest was terrifying. There was a big hole in the chest.

"Let's go, little third master, I beg you." Pan Zi choked up and said.

The surviving Red Army went deep into the forest, and Pan Zi also led Wu Xie and Zhang Qiling to follow behind them.Now, bad weather has become their protector. When the bomber approached again, a thunderstorm sounded in the sky, and the bomber flew away. They escaped the second round of death.

Pan Zi slammed his fist on the tree next to him, and the tree didn't move at all, but Pan Zi's hand was bleeding profusely, "I won't let those devils go!"

Wu Xie looked at Pan Zi while running, and Pan Zi said in grief and indignation that they had chopped up the devils who had sneaked in.

"Don't kill the devil first, but come to us instead, pity my brothers who are dying!" Pan Zi's roar echoed in Wu Xie's ears for a long time.Wu Xie's chest seemed to be stuffed with a ball of cotton, and it seemed to be pressed by a big rock, and the breath could not come in or go out.

After a long period of time, Wu Xie stayed with the remaining Red Army, their footsteps became slower and slower, and almost everyone felt dejected.

"I feel so uncomfortable." Wu Xie said to Zhang Qiling.Before Zhang Qiling could speak, a large group of people suddenly gathered around.Wu Xie took a breath, and the depression in his chest was about to burst through his skin, and burst out with a "bang".

Hatred, he was hated, he was deeply hated!

Wu Xie is a very popular person. His good family education and the fragrance of books and ink have dyed his demeanor and elegance. Of course, it also includes the shrewdness inherited from Wu Erbai and Wu Sansheng. Basically no one will hate him, even Yes, and it is absolutely impossible to rise to the level of hatred.This was the first time that he was surrounded by many hateful eyes. If the eyes were sharp, he would already be riddled with holes.

"What are you doing!" Pan Zi stepped forward, waving his hands vigorously, "He is a good man!"

The crowd gathered around, their eyes full of violence.

Zhang Qiling grasped the black gold ancient knife calmly, leaned against Wu Xie, turned his face away, Wu Xie's pale and depressed face came into view.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!" Pan Zi shouted loudly.

But people's expressions were still stiff, and they looked at Wu Xie with cold and heartless eyes, as if they wanted to tear him apart.Pan Zi became nervous, with a sad face, both sides were innocent, so who can blame him for this?

"If the situation goes against us for a while, you have to follow me closely." Zhang Qiling whispered in Wu Xie's ear.

Wu Xie glanced at him, shook his head, and answered irrelevantly, "I remembered, it was written in the pamphlet that Zhou Jin gave me—Marxist Philosophy."

Zhang Qiling looked at him sympathetically, this time he saw it.

Wu Xie couldn't help laughing, "You sympathize with me? You actually have this expression?"

Pan Zi retreated to Zhang Qiling's side, and said in a low voice, "Hurry up and take the third master away."

However, Wu Xie stepped away from the protection of Zhang Qiling and Pan Zi, walked in front of the Red Army, and made an astonishing move.

He knelt down.

Yes, he knelt down, and Wu Xie knelt down in front of the Red Army soldiers.

Since ancient times, men have gold under their knees, kneeling to the sky, kneeling to the ground, and kneeling to their parents in the middle.Kneeling is mostly related to humiliation in Chinese tradition, and kneeling is the submission of the weak.

Wu Xie knelt in the torrential rain, and the raindrops hit him with crackling, he tried to keep his eyes open, staring straight ahead.

Pan Zi raised his hand, "Little Third Master?"

Zhang Qiling looked at Wu Xie's back kneeling in the rain with calm and indifferent eyes.

At this time, Wu Xie, no one would equate him with humiliation, he was so tall and proud, even when he was kneeling, he seemed to be standing.

"I'm sorry!" He yelled out three words, hoarse.