[Bottle evil] Troop number zero

Chapter 72

Zhang Qishan's battalion has lost contact with all units, and everyone has only one destination. When they arrive there, they will regroup into an army.

Wu Xie clung to Pan Zi tightly, not wanting Pan Zi to give up such an opportunity. He looked at Zhang Qiling, and Pan Zi also looked at Zhang Qiling. Even if they couldn't see clearly, they still firmly looked at the vague silhouette of a human.In fact, for Zhang Qiling, this was not a difficult choice, but he remained silent and did not make a sound for a long time.Wu Xie couldn't help urging in a low voice: "Deputy Zhang, speak up."

"Deputy Zhang, focus on the overall situation."

Wu Xie turned to Pan Zi, "The overall situation is that I want to take you away, understand?"

"No, I won't listen to you." Pan Zi shook his head vigorously.

"You!" Wu Xie was so pissed off by Pan Zi that he had no choice but to turn to Zhang Qiling again, pleading slightly, "Deputy Zhang, as long as you are willing to take Pan Zi away, I promise you anything." After a pause, he He added anxiously: "I have no ability, no power, and no wealth, but if you open your mouth, I will definitely do my best. If he gets a grass ring, I will not lose to him, please!"

"Little third master." Pan Zi closed his eyes in pain.

"Deputy Zhang!"

Zhang Qiling raised his hand suddenly, pulled Wu Xie with one hand, and Pan Zi with the other, kicked his legs hard, and pulled the two men who weighed tens of kilograms backward several meters.What kind of divine power is this, and how much arm strength is needed?Moreover, Zhang Qiling dragged them to roll a few times, and hid behind a rock that was not too high.

"Bang bang bang!" A row of bullets shot at their original resting place.

Wu Xie wiped off her cold sweat, "It's dangerous."

Pan Zi leaned his back against the mountain rock, and covered his abdomen with his right hand. He moved too much just now and the wound was involved, and he felt a sharp pain.Just don't bother others.

At this time, Zhang Qiling said in a low voice: "There are seven people on the opposite side."

seven people?Wu Xie thought it was okay, Zhang Qiling was one-on-four, and he was one-on-three.However, this is just a good wish, Zhang Qiling is fine with one-on-four, is he sure about one-on-three?Pan Zi can't move at all, so he can't be considered combat power at all.

"Boom!" Something was thrown from the other side.

Wu Xie tilted his head and looked at this thing. As far as the sound was made just now, it must be a metal object. Looking at its shape, it looked like a bullet that had been magnified several times. Almost immediately, his head buzzed. Stretch out your feet, trying to push this thing away.

"Little Third Master!" Pan Zi suddenly threw himself on the metal object.

Wu Xie yelled in disbelief, "Pan Zi!"

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Qiling grabbed Wu Xie's shoulder, and dragged him to the rear regardless of how badly he was injured.

A burst of white smoke came out, and the opponent began to shoot indiscriminately.

Zhang Qiling protected Wu Xie with his body, and finally rolled him on the ground in his arms, bumping him was secondary, and the smell of garlic was what killed him.

"Pan Zi! Pan Zi!" Wu Xie's mouth was next to Zhang Qiling's neck, panting unevenly while rolling, the word "Pan Zi" could only be heard by Zhang Qiling's ears, only Zhang Qiling could hear it.

Pan Zi!

Mustard gas, a typical erosive poison, invades the body through the skin and respiratory tract. Anyone who touches it is tantamount to a death sentence, damages the nerves and internal organs, and has sequelae that will last a lifetime.This kind of poisonous gas has always been the favorite of the Japanese. They have used this kind of poisonous gas to harm countless Chinese people, live experiments, biochemical warfare, human organs are rotting, and they are always gnawing at the flesh of Chinese people.

Why is the mustard gas here?

Wu Xie's eyes widened, trembling all over his body, the rain from the sky poured into his eyes, turned into gushing tears, and gently rolled down Wu Xie's cold cheeks.

Wu Xie bit her lip hard, "Pan Zi..."

In order to protect Wu Xie and Zhang Qiling from the poisonous gas, Pan Zi blocked most of the white smoke with his flesh and blood. The white smoke is the shape of the poisonous gas, like a sharp sword cutting through Pan Zi's abdomen for the second time.Pan Zi is hopeless, just smelling or touching the poisonous gas that can directly injure the human body penetrates into the abdomen and makes zero-distance contact with the intestines and organs. Who dares to say that Pan Zi can still be saved?Da Luo Immortal also has no way to recover.

After finally panting, Wu Xie beat Zhang Qiling's back vigorously, "Zhang Qiling, go back and save Pan Zi!"

Zhang Qiling said: "No."

They have rolled far away, their heads covered with mud and grass clippings.

"Zhang Qiling, you..."

Zhang Qiling frowned, clamped Wu Xie's hands, Wu Xie struggled violently, and shouted: "Let go of me! If you don't let go of me, I will break up with you!" Zhang Qiling didn't make a sound. A piece of square cloth was taken out of the treasure bag, which was the silk handkerchief that Mrs. Wu embroidered and was later used to wipe the blood on herself. It was stuffed into Wu Xie's mouth, and Wu Xie was forcibly stopped from continuing to speak.

Wu Xie lay on the ground writhing like a miserable, stranded fish.

Zhang Qiling glanced at him, sighed imperceptibly, and simply kept on doing nothing, took out Wu Xie's dragon tendons and tied him with his backhand, and then took out his own dragon tendons to tie his legs as well.

"Uh...uh..." Wu Xie opened his mouth wide angrily, ready to push out the handkerchief with his tongue.

Seeing this, Zhang Qiling tore off a piece of cloth from his clothes to cover Wu Xie's mouth, and tied a knot at the back of Wu Xie's head.Then, he picked up Wu Xie and ran towards the top of the mountain with big strides.

Where's Pan Zi?Just throw Pan Zi away?

Pan Zi lay beside the mustard gas and laughed wantonly. He left the gas bomb long after Zhang Qiling rolled away with Wu Xie in his arms. The white smoke filled the air, and the seven people who threw the poison bomb did not dare to come over because they were afraid of the mustard gas, afraid of becoming Pan Zi's funeral.

"hahahahahahahahaha."

"Cough cough, cough cough, cough cough."

After a while, Pan Zi's laughter turned into a coughing sound, his wound became numb, his body became hot, his eyes gradually became blurred, and he gradually lost his pain.

"Little Sanye! Little Sanye! With me, Pan Zi, who dares to touch you? Go forward, boldly go forward, go forward, don't look back."

The night was quiet, except for the roar of thunder and lightning.Wu Xie was head down, tears fell into the soil like broken beads.Among the mountain peaks standing on the wall, Pan Zi's heart-piercing laughter echoed.

"Furious, leaning on the railing, resting in the drizzle. Cough... raise your eyes, look up to the sky and scream, strong and fierce!"

"Pan Zi..." Wu Xie was in despair, as if seeing a mountain collapse.

"Thirty years of fame, dust and dirt, cough cough... eight thousand miles of road clouds and moons. Cough... don't wait for nothing, the boy's head has turned white, so sad!"

Jingkang's shame is still unresolved.When will the hatred of the courtiers be destroyed!Drive a long car and step through the gap in Helan Mountain.Aspirations hungry for Hulu meat, laughing and talking about thirsting for Xiongnu blood.Be from scratch, clean up the old mountains and rivers, overturned Que!

"Bang!" There was a gunshot, and Wu Xie had never heard Pan Zi's voice in this life.