Chapter 297 I'm scared--

The strong Dutch soldier Yftner was struggling to pull out the bayonet stabbed by the other party. When he was about to stab him back, the bayonet of another Chinese soldier next to him pierced his left rib like a poisonous snake.

Yftner, who was wrapped in several bandages, roared and struggled to pick up the fatal blow with the buttstock, but still wiped a wound on the waist. This is the sixth knife in addition to two gunshot wounds on his body. If Yftner had not been strong enough and had not been avoided by him, he would have fallen to the ground and, like his companions, he had become a corpse without any consciousness.

"Damn it." Ifnetner can't remember how many attacks have failed. Those damn enemies always appear in pairs. As a famous courage in the Dutch army, Iftner's assassination technique is quite superb, but today, he finds that these Chinese, who are shorter than himself, are equally fierce.

Their assassinations are even more tricky. After they cooperate, they can always make the opponent difficult to cope with in the shortest time. Cruyff saw that many of his brave companions resisted the opponent's attack and were about to kill the other party fatally, but they were attacked by the Chinese soldiers next to them. The hand died in front of himself.

The strange-shaped bayonet of the other party looks extremely vicious. As long as the Dutch soldier is stabbed in the chest or thigh by the front, almost none of them can get up again. The blood gushing from the tri-edging wound almost turns the wet grass into a bloody stream.

"Come on! You damn cowards, I'm here. Come on, who dares to fight with me alone?! You despicable reptiles, I will let you taste the power of my bayonet! Let you know what it means to fight. Watching his companions fall one after another, Cruyff, who was extremely angry, shouted loudly, waving the long gun in his hand, like a brave medieval knight challenging the enemy.

However, Dutch is really too remote. Although Liang Jiajun's special battalion soldiers have studied for a long time, they mostly master major languages such as French, English or Spanish. For Dutch, they are white-eyed.

At this time, Liang Ashui, who had just changed the revolver bullet and rushed into the battlefield again, saw the arrogant Dutch soldier. The corners of his mouth were crooked, and he strode towards the arrogant Dutch soldier, raising the revolver in his hand and pulling the trigger.

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With a gorgeous fire lotus flashing by, Yftner felt that his abdomen was numb. He lowered his head and saw another gun eye on his tattered military uniform, and Bo Bo's blood was soaking the military uniform from it. Damn it, damn it." Iftner stared at the bloody eyes and smiled at the Chinese officer who came to him with a left wheel and a sword.

"Why don't you fight with me like a knight?" Iftner roared and cut down Liang Shuisheng fiercely as a double-handed epee. Don't you damn Orientals have a warrior, they are all cowards!"

Liang Shuisheng flashed lightly over Yvtner's attack, then half-spronched his body, kicked his right leg fiercely, and then exerted force from the waist to wave the sword from back to front. A dazzling lightning-like knife pricked the eyes of the Dutch people around him.

Yftner's headless body first slowly knelt down on the slippery grass, and then fell to the ground. The neck-length and broken head floated high, and his unwilling eyes stared wide.

"Silly B, I can't understand what bird language you say. Please think about how to use French or other lingua franca before you say ghosts." Liang Shuisheng spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm and accurately put it on Evetner's eyes that had never been closed.

"What's wrong with this guy just now?" Mei Acai, who had just pulled out a bayonet from the enemy's chest and was gasping for breath, asked her companion Liang Pingshun.

"I don't know. I only know a little French, but I don't know how to speak Dutch, but the battalion commander's knife is really exciting." Liang Pingshun took a breath and reached out to touch the bandage on his waist. Just a few minutes ago, when he was fighting with the enemy, a Dutch soldier rushed over and killed Mei Acai. If Liang Pingshun hadn't stopped it in time, maybe both of them would have died there, but the other party's dying counterattack still remained on him. He was stabbed, but he was bandaged in the grass and continued to fight.

"Listen, what's the sound..." At this time, Mei Acai suddenly put her finger on her lips and motioned Liang Pingshun not to speak. The heavy rain is still going on, but it can't stop the dense footsteps from coming to their ears.

Mei Acai turned his head and looked to the south. In the dark rain, there seemed to be countless dark shadows, as well as the metal forest composed of snowy bayonets that were illuminated by lightning from time to time, and a high war flag flying high in the front of the team. The bloody flag was reflected in Mei Acai's pupil.

"Brothers, let me go!" The fourth battalion of the old Liang family struggled nearly ten miles in the storm, crossed the anxious river, and finally rushed to the battlefield. Mei Jinshui, the commander of the fourth battalion, waved the sword in his hand fiercely and roared loudly to the warriors around him.

"Kill!" The soldiers of the fourth battalion all stared at their blood-red eyes, clenched the bayonet-loaded long gun in their hands, and rushed to the battlefield!

not far behind Ni Ming and others, a group of fitness shadows who were running wild seemed to have lost all the motivation to move forward and slowed down after seeing the situation here.

"I said, I didn't catch up!" The familiar and magnificent words behind him made Ni Ming subconsciously roll his eyes. However, his face was more comforting and touching than a little helplessness.

"Your Excellency, I'm lucky not to humiliate you!" Ni Ming gasped and slowly walked to Liang Pengfei in front of him with a standard military salute. Liang Pengfei wiped the rain on his face and slapped him on the shoulder fiercely: "Ok, Staff Officer Ni, you have finally lost the reputation of our Lao Liang family in today's battle."

At this time, in addition to more than 20 horses circling around their masters on the battlefield, there is almost no living Dutchman. There are only five unlucky ghosts on Liang Pengfei's side who let the mine exploded shrap the blood tank on his body, and three people let the horse break a fracture and spit blood. In addition, no one fell under the knife of the other cavalry. This kind of record really made Liang Pengfei extremely gratified.

"Your Excellency, how's it going over there?" Ni Ming turned his eyes to Liang Pengfei's way of coming. Liang Pengfei raised his eyebrows, with a proud smile on the corners of his mouth: "The other party has now been pressed back by our people. I'm afraid he won't last for a long time."

"I'm afraid our casualties are not small, right?" A cloud appeared on Ni Ming's eyebrows. It doesn't matter whether it's good iron or good steel. If you don't hammer it well, how can you cut armor like a good knife like paper? Liang Pengfei laughed and said that he was also distressed that the life of every soldier is very precious, but in this era, there is absolutely no war of immortality.

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Hearing Liang Pengfei's words, Ni Ming nodded silently. He agreed with Liang Pengfei's idea, just like himself. If he didn't experience this war of life and death, I'm afraid he would still be a scholar who only knew how to point the country with his mouth.

At this time, Liang Pengfei sat down on the ground and threw the helmet to his feet again. It's really that his mother can't run. Anyway, we don't need to join in the fun over there. Let's watch the play here.

Hearing Liang Pengfei's words, they ran with him, and the soldiers who were as tired as dogs suddenly fell softly on the muddy grass and gasped. Even Monk Chen, a fierce man with superhuman endurance and physical strength, could only sit next to Liang Pengfei at this moment to show that he was still loyally performing his personal guard function. As for Bai Shusheng, he was half-ly lying on his stomach, almost sticking out his tongue to express his physical and mental fatigue.

"watching the play?" Ni Ming didn't quite understand, but after seeing Liang Pengfei's sinister smile, he soon understood. He raised his head and looked at the west, where it was dark at the moment.

"Let's watch a beautiful fireworks! Tonight, all those Dutch people, even the whole world, will remember it!" Liang Pengfei is like a very romantic poet. On such a stormy night, thunder and lightning, he recited the famous short sentences affectionately and passionately.

Time passed quickly, standing in the deadly silent fort, looking at the expression on his face for a few minutes, like a wax figure without life, Colonel Michelle. Oviemas became more and more anxious. Although he didn't understand the meaning of the young Chinese thief's words, the pride in his eyes and a look at the tombstone of the dead were always swaying in his mind.

And the continuous and dense explosion from the distance scared Ovimas like a vampire in the dark corner in the middle of the night. However, there was no desire for blood in his eyes, only fear and timidity.

The firelight was reflected in Colonel Michelle's pupils, and his tightly squeezed lips seemed a little loose at this moment. The flame that was still bright and dazzling at such a long distance, and the explosion that even made the sky ripple, made Colonel Michels' nerves extremely nervous again.

"Eighteen-pound heavy artillery? No, it even exceeds the power of the 24-pound heavy artillery used in our Spanish fortress. Damn it, how can they have such a weapon?!" Colonel Michels clenched his hand into a fist and hit the 18-pound green cannon beside him, and even the skin on the joint could not feel pain.

He was really a little scared, with a trace of indescribable panic, and climbed to Colonel Michelle's strong heart.

(to be continued)