Zhao Chuanxin was able to create a passage. He mustered up his courage, pulled a body from the ground and threw it forward.
Being able to knock down two people and block a bayonet can be regarded as exerting the last remaining value of the body.
At the same time, Park Seung-yeol and others are also making continuous progress.
The two sides finally met.
Zhao Chuanxin shouted, "Hurry, block me for two minutes, just two minutes, I'll make these idiots pay the price."
The God of War team, which was already at the end of its strength, Out of trust in Zhao Chuanxin, some strength suddenly appeared in his body out of thin air.
They were almost unable to hold on any longer, so they were pushed back by the Japanese soldiers as if they were giving blood.
Zhao Chuanxin was able to break out of the siege with one enemy against a hundred. They had companions beside them, so how could they not resist for a moment?
Zhao Chuanxin’s Madsen had no prepared ammunition. Clip is available.
But Maxim still had the last canvas bullet chain left.
Zhao Chuanxin set up Maxim and installed the bullet chain.
He yelled, "Get out of my way, I'm going to start fucking showing off."
Waiting for the God of War team to get out of the way and retreat, Zhao Chuanxin yelled, "Draft. "I will die for you"
Tata Tata
The caliber of the 792 Mauser bullet of the Maxim G08 heavy machine gun is still a little small.
But the 70-pound tripod that others are dissatisfied with is Zhao Chuanxin’s favorite.
Because others cannot carry it, but it is very stable.
Zhao Chuanxin looked at the enemy in front of him whose body was broken into pieces,
but not completely broken.
This made him very dissatisfied.
He made up his mind to develop a heavy weapon similar to the Browning 2hb that fired 127-caliber ammunition.
Li Xiuji got up from a Japanese soldier. The man had been pinched so hard that his eyes were bulging, his tongue was hanging out, and his death was extremely unsettling.
Then, he saw Maxim spitting out tongues of fire, and saw the Japanese soldiers in front running desperately, but they could not outrun the bullets and fell in pieces.
This reminded him of the days when he was harvesting rice. If rice harvesting could be done with such efficiency, farmers would be able to laugh out of their dreams.
Many Japanese soldiers discovered that they would never be able to escape bullets if they kept running on the road.
So he began to escape up and down the hillside.
As long as we get into the forest, there will be many blind spots that cannot be reached based on Zhao Chuanxin's shooting range.
The 250-round canvas ammunition chain was not jammed and was all shot.
Zhao Chuanxin suddenly put away Maxim, and in his hand was a heavy rifle that did not look like any other model.
It turned out that the Japanese army's Sany field gun was equipped with bulletproof plates, and there were Japanese soldiers hiding behind it, who seemed to want to operate the field gun.
Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and fired, and the heads of the Japanese soldiers who moved the shells scattered, which were more gorgeous than the cherry blossoms in Nanshan.
Li Xiuji was shocked, what kind of gun is this?The heavy machine gun is still big
Zhao Chuanxin fired several shots in succession, and he cleared all the Japanese troops around the Sanyi field gun.
Then he sat down on the ground.
He was panting heavily, his chest was heaving, and he was sweating like pulp, mixed with rainwater.
Seeing that he was covered in blood, like a bloody gourd, Park Seung Yeol hurriedly asked, "Mr. Zhao, are you okay?"
Zhao Chuanxin looked at his shoulders, arms, thighs and calves. He was injured, and he grinned and said, "I'm okay, I can still bear it."
A member of the God of War team said with admiration on his face, "Mr. Zhao, you just flew up and scared the little devil out of his courage." . ”
That’s what morale is.
In front of Zhao Chuanxin's bloody formation, others can charge fearlessly.
Zhao Chuanxin did not reply to the flattery. After he had recovered his breath, he got up from the ground, "Don't rest, use more force and push those cannons outside the Lotus Temple. Search and suppress the little Japs." I guess they don’t have many rounds of weapons and ammunition.”
Zhao Chuanxin loaded two mountain cannons and carried them up first.
Help them transport all the cannons to the Lotus Temple and set up the formation first.
The rain gradually subsided, and Zhao Chuanxin was exhausted physically and mentally. "Leave the light and dark sentry, let's go back and continue sleeping."
The enemy is also made of flesh and blood. Zhao Chuanxin does not believe that the Japanese army can survive tonight Continue to attack the mountain.
Entering the temple gate, there were several monks at the door, looking at him in horror.
Zhao Chuanxin pointed to Lantian and said, "Go get me a bucket of well water."
A few monks pretended to help and left in a hurry.
Although they seemed to be very active, when they came back, Lantian was the only one struggling to carry water.
Zhao Chuanxin took it. The large wooden bucket was almost like a delicate teapot in his hand.
He washed his head and washed away all the blood and injured areas.
"Lan Tian, go and call the most beautiful nun in your temple."
"" Lan Tian said, "Donor, there are no nuns in our temple."
He saw numerous large and small wounds on Zhao Chuanxin's body, and thought that it was like this, and he was still thinking about the incident on the third road.
That’s enough.
Zhao Chuanxin was quite dissatisfied, "The huge Lotus Temple doesn't even have a nun, so why else are you going to open a temple? Find me a clever monk."
Lantian couldn't help but think about what he wanted to do with his ingenuity
Zhao Chuanxin saw him standing still and glared at him.
Lan Tian hurriedly called for help.
Zhao Chuanxin returned to Qinglong Palace, took out various needles, threads and medicines from the secret realm and piled them on the ground.
In this battle, not only a large number of Japanese soldiers died, but the Ares Squadron also suffered heavy casualties.
In order to recuperate his energy, Zhao Chuanxin only asked people to collect the wounded, leaving his own bodies outside for the time being, and then collect them after enough rest.
ZhaoChuan Xin took off all his clothes and counted them carefully. He could see more than 20 wounds in the front alone.
There are more places where there are bruises and bruises.
Li Xiuji gasped when he saw his wounds, "Mr. Zhao, why don't your wounds bleed?"
This is everyone's question.
Ordinary people would probably bleed to death with so many injuries.
Especially on the legs, there is a gaping hole, turning like a baby's mouth, which is unbearable to look at.
Zhao Chuanxin is a true warrior who dares to face the dripping blood of others and face the bleak lives of others.
But he didn’t dare to look down at his wound
He grinned and spoke to divert attention, "I used my innate Qi to change the direction of blood circulation. You know, cultivation The realm of a scholar is arranged in this way from the Qi Refining Stage, the Foundation Building Stage, the Golden Pill Stage, the Nascent Soul Stage, the Divine Transformation Stage, the Integration Stage, the Tribulation Stage, and the Mahayana Stage. As for me, I have reached the Mahayana Stage, and I can do it at any time. Ascension. It’s all because of those gold, silver, and pink skulls that delayed me and captivated my mind.”
Everyone was stunned when he said he had a nose and eyes. It’s true
But. There was indeed no blood flowing from the wounds on Zhao Chuanxin's body.
A person whose stomach was almost opened felt as if he was listening to the sounds of nature: "Mr. Zhao, can you use your innate Qi to help me heal my wounds? I am almost dying of pain."
Zhao Chuanxin shook his head: "I can't do it. I just don't bleed, but I also feel pain. Who can not feel pain in a flesh and blood body?"
""
We are all here Does it turn out to be painful during the Mahayana period?
Lantian came over with a man wearing a monk's robe and said to Zhao Chuanxin, "Donor Zhao, the only one with dexterity in Lotus Temple is here."
"Oh, very good." Zhao Chuanxin took the needle and thread, alcohol and wound medicine, looked up, and was happy, "You still don't admit that you have nuns in Lotus Temple, isn't that right? Lan Tian is pretty damn handsome. I'm not telling you, you're being a serious person today."
It turned out that there was a man standing in front of him with medium hair, probably because he fell asleep and his hair was loose. She has a beautiful face, red lips and white teeth, and eyes as bright as stars.
The flowers are charming and the wind is blowing, and the Qinglong Palace is warm.
When Lan Tian was about to speak, Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand, "Ah, that's fine, there's no need to explain. I've known for a long time that none of you monks are good. If you stay here, get out of here."
Lan Tian hesitated to speak, but finally left.
Zhao Chuanxin suddenly added, "Lantian, where did that piece of shit from Xinzhi go? Did I let him go back to sleep? I told him to roll against the wall and stand for a long time. Did he not want his legs anymore?"
p>Lan Tian walked faster.
Zhao Chuanxin looked at Mei Ni and saw that she was biting her red lips, her eyes dodge and she did not dare to look directly at him.
So he leaned back carelessly, "Hey, you still have to wait for me to give you an invitation. Hurry up and get a needle and thread to sew up the wound for me."
If it doesn't bleed, it won't bleed, but sutureHelps wounds heal.
Seeing that his fingers were white and slender, and his face was a little frightened when holding needle and thread, Zhao Chuanxin said, "Hey, disinfect me with alcohol first, you are clumsy."
Waiting for the alcohol to be sprinkled on the wound. , Zhao Chuanxin's pig-killing howl sounded in the Qinglong Palace: "Mooghurt, I'm going to die, I'm going to die."
Everyone looked at the famous "God of War" with astonishment on their faces. The entire Qinglong Palace was full of heroes gritting their teeth, but this one was howling at the top of his lungs without any concern for his image.
Zhao Chuanxin never paid attention to the looks of others: "Ah, please be gentle, didn't you see that there is a piece of meat missing?"
"You bitch, why are you trembling? Why are you trembling again?" "Chop your hands off"
"Oh my god"
My heart is broken, my heart is desolate
Xin Zhi, who came in a hurry to continue being punished, was all The screams made him confused, and he felt the veins in his temples throbbing violently.
Finally the trouble is over.
That Mei Ni was sweating profusely, and her delicate face had a whiter complexion.
Park Seung-yeol laughed awkwardly, "Mr. Zhao, you are really a sweetheart."
Lee Soo-gil next to him rolled his eyes and said to himself, "Don't wash yourself. This is not the case." Are you just afraid of pain?
Zhao Chuanxin said to Nameni, "Don't think you are a woman. If you look more beautiful, I won't beat you. You are a woman and you stay in a group of monks." "It's unreasonable to have such a voluptuous figure. Let me check it out."
As he said that, he put his hands on his hips.
It’s pretty damn good.
Just listening, Nameni said, "I, I am a man."
Everyone's expressions turned petrified.
Then he looked at Zhao Chuanxin.
Zhao Chuanxin said angrily, "You are a fucking big man, you are pretending to be a woman with disheveled hair and if you dare to twist your butt while walking, I will kick you to death. Get out of here quickly"
Corner Xinzhi explained in a flattering manner, "Mr. Zhao, Ning'an is a layman of Lianhua Temple"
But Zhao Chuanxin had already laid down and snored.
Over there, Park Seung Yeol glanced at Ning An, who was leaving in a hurry, and muttered, "A man, actually."
Li Xiuji was not sleepy anymore, "What did you say?" ”
“Well, I didn’t say anything, just go to bed quickly.”
The night is always long when there is something to do, and short when there is nothing to do.
The next morning,
the monks did not start classes.
A monk came to the gate cautiously, and said to the members of the God of War team who were keeping their spirits up, with a shy smile, "Donor, Zen Master Changshun asked me to go out to see the situation outside. Please do it for your convenience." By the way, we have prepared fast food and it will be served soon."
"Oh, then go out and don't run around."
"Yes. Yes, yes."
The monk walked out of the door.
Seeing several menacing cannons, he curiously stretched out his fingers to flick the cannons, and a cold and hollow echo echoed in the barrels.Voice.
He walked along the road down the mountain. The rain had stopped completely and the mountain road was a little muddy. He stepped on the gravel to prevent the monk's shoes from getting wet.
The wildly growing vegetation has dew hanging on it.
There is a strange smell mixed in the air, and the smell gets stronger the further you go down.
The monk frowned and continued downward.
The fog in the mountains is very thick, blending with the clouds in the sky.
On weekdays, this would add a bit of ethereal charm to the Lotus Temple, but today it made the monk feel very eerie.
He plunged into the fog.
For a moment, when he emerged from the cloud and mist, he was stunned.
Ahead, there were layers upon layers of corpses.
The distribution of the corpses is quite interesting. It is quite regular in the middle part, diverging from a central point to the surroundings.
It looks like a lotus pattern, reflecting the name "Lotus Temple".
There was some chaos on both sides, with corpses stacked up in various directions.
The smell of gunpowder smoke and blood in the air could not be dissipated even by rain.
The monk held on to the small tree beside the road and "vomited"
There were broken arms and limbs everywhere, and some inexplicable human parts hanging on the branches, which were torn apart by heavy machine guns. Broken.
Vomiting to the point of vomiting, the monk straightened up weakly while holding on to the tree.
He staggered, not caring about the mud under his feet. After returning to the temple, he found Zen Master Changshun and reported to the old monk, "Master, the outside world is like a hell on earth, it's so terrible."
The old monk’s eyebrows were all white, and his cheeks trembled when he heard this. “Is it the body of the Japanese army?”
“There are Japanese soldiers, and there are also members of the God of War team. The battle last night was fierce. From the outside Judging from the situation, the God of War team should have the upper hand."
"Hey, the land of Huawai is supposed to be compassionate and peaceful, but it has attracted an evil star, both right and wrong, because of the secular world. Can the Buddha save this evil star?"
"Master, I guess the Buddha cannot save him."
Old monk Shun coughed and choked himself, "Don't talk nonsense, go and gather the monks."
"Master, do you want the eighteen-stick monks to drive away evil stars?"
He But I have heard the story of the Eighteen-stick Monk from the Central Plains who rescued the King of Qin.
The old monk Changshun gave him a kind look, "It's not about driving away the evil star, it's about the eighteen-stick monk wiping the evil star's butt. Hurry up and gather the monks to clean up the corpse."
""
Zhao Chuanxin had a nightmare.
He dreamed that he was besieged by 100,000 Japanese troops.
He hid in the bunker with a stone wall more than 3 feet thick and fired with a heavy machine gun.
The Japanese artillery fire accurately exploded above the fortress.
The Japanese looked ferocious and rushed forward desperately.
The water in Maxim’s water-cooling warehouse has been boiled dry, but the Japanese soldiers are not yet dead.
HeThey used bombs and artillery to continuously bombard the fortress, causing the rocks of the fortress to peel off layer by layer, and the fragments of the cannonballs got stuck in the rocks.
Zhao Chuanxin was anxious, but he was helpless.
After running out of bullets, he could only wait for death in the fortress.
The last stone wall was shattered, and he was blown out
Zhao Chuanxin said "Ah"
Suddenly he woke up.
Cold sweat soaked the mattress.
That feeling of despair still lingered in my heart for a long time until I woke up.
Li Xiuji was startled by Zhao Chuanxin's roar, "Mr. Zhao, what's wrong with you?"
Zhao Chuanxin wiped the cold sweat on his face, "Nothing, nothing, just dreaming." Seeing me being chased by tens of thousands of beauties, crying and asking to marry me. Sometimes, it’s not a good thing for a man to be too handsome.”
“”
Experience. After last night's flesh-and-blood grinding-mill battle, Li Xiuji seemed to have opened up the two channels of Ren and Du, and some of his unruly thoughts became clearer.
Facing the brutal Japanese army again, he will not back down.
Zhao Chuanxin’s whole body ached and his wounds were itchy.
He sat up with difficulty, and Lan Tian brought a cup of scalding hot tea with discernment, "Mr. Zhao, drink some water, your lips are chapped."
Zhao Chuan Xin touched his lips and then his forehead. He seemed to have a fever.
But these are normal symptoms after injury.
He took a few sips and was distracted while holding the tea cup.
It has been smooth sailing for a long time. The experience of running out of ammunition and food after being surrounded last night gave Zhao Chuanxin a sense of urgency for the first time.
He thought for a long time.
One's combat literacy still needs to be improved, otherwise the name of the God of War will not be preserved.
Second, you should find someone to fill more magazines and prepare more ammunition chains.
Sanduo can escape at any time by finding dangerous places or fighting in deep seas and rivers.
The four mages should have more life-saving means.
Five's own weapons and equipment cannot just follow the trend, they must undergo epoch-making upgrades, and this upgrade must be kept secret.
Thinking of upgrading weapons, Zhao Chuanxin also thought of some of his industries in the United States.
Although he boasted about being engaged in weapons manufacturing before, in fact, he just said hello to many things. Freddie, the British butler, was afraid of Werther's bastard, and he didn't know whether he had done things according to his instructions.
America,
Freddy was afraid that Werther would be burdened with more work than a butler should.
He was in the small town of North Tarrytown, Westchester County, New York, in the Ethan Manor, entangled in documents all day long.
Some of Zhao Chuanxian’s stocks and real estate properties have to make profit and loss statistics from time to time.
Freddy was afraid that Werther was also looking for a weapons company that was on the verge of bankruptcy. He had no idea for several months. Either the size and equipment are not suitable, or the location is not suitable.
In addition, he just made an appointment with a firearms designerJohn Moses Browning hit a brick wall there.
The old guy has made amazing achievements in the field of firearms design, and his temper has grown with him, and he is very eccentric.
When Freddy was afraid of Werther and relayed Zhao Chuanxin's design intentions to John Moses Browning, the old guy very unceremoniously accused him of being a layman's guide to an expert, saying that those guns didn't sound reliable. , not practical. Even if they are made, they are delicate toys. If the environment is slightly harsh, soldiers will not be able to use these weapons reliably.
His most important requirements for firearm design are safety, reliability, simple structure, and strong practicality. This is because only such a firearm can be popularized and will not hit the streets.
For example, the original pump-action shotgun was first researched by John Moses Browning. He then gave up, finding it impractical. Later, someone plagiarized his idea, but he didn't quite understand the principle. Please remember to collect it. The latest and fastest website can be read for free without anti-theft