The original words of several Chinese soldiers who were responsible for digging and burying the corpse: "Whether you cut with a knife or smashing the piece with a hammer, you will probably have to feel pain alive, but if you tear it off, you won't know what level of pain it is. Anyway, that Japanese man made the entire trouser leg full of shit!"

That is the result of the pain level exceeding the human body's limits and no longer being able to control muscles.

The only one Japanese soldier who witnessed this scene with his own eyes was the last Japanese army lieutenant who could hardly even scream. He opened his almost exaggerated mouth, breathing desperately, and his limbs moved in vain, like a fish on the verge of death.

But the wild boar ignored it and kept biting it.

But at this time, he no longer cared about his boss because he had to face the attack of a terrifying big dog.

With one-arm guns, he was obviously not the opponent of a cunning and strong big dog. He even died earlier than his boss.

Just as he looked sadly at his boss who was still being attacked by wild boars and wanted to ask for help, the hammer had already bypassed the bayonet that he had pierced with one arm, successfully bit his throat, and used his huge weight and strength to cooperate to knock him to the ground, and then did not give the Japanese infantry a chance to fight his life. A death rolling that was inspired by the crocodile was forced to pull out most of the gray-white throat of the Japanese infantry.

Spit out the flesh and blood in his mouth, and the hammer glanced at another target whose belly had been completely torn by a half-large wild boar, whose belly was no longer trembling. He raised his head to the sky, and let out a shrill howl.

It killed its opponent, but it was not happy at all. None of its partners responded to it, even though its tail had begun to shake.

It is a beast to the enemy, but it is the most loyal companion to the Chinese soldiers!

What is tragic? This is called tragic.

This was the first thought that lingered in my mind after half a minute later, Wei Donglai personally led a vanguard of infantry squad to rush to the position.

He had seen countless battles that were more tragic than such. Even more than a thousand soldiers on both sides fell. Compared with that, this small and even a miniature battlefield was nothing, but he had never seen a battlefield without a living person on both sides.

No one escapes, no one wins.

On the position, except for two lonely animals, the hammers that kept sobbing beside the potatoes, and a wild boar lying on the ground with blood and humming weakness, there was no one to stand up.

Both sides died?

Is his three soldiers finished like this?

When Wei Dong came, he really felt his eyes circling with stars.

Not to mention the three soldiers, he had killed hundreds of soldiers in one breath, but he did not shed a single tear, except for the desperate hammering of his chest in the middle of the night when no one was around to relieve the pain in his heart.

But this time, it's really different. The potatoes that the dozens of brothers saved with their lives almost represent the hope of those veterans.

Wei Donglai understood that they had some "selfish" ideas. Tudou was also simple and must remember them in this life, who were the elder brothers who protected him with their lives. As long as he was alive, he would try his best to take care of his elder brother's family and would not forget to burn paper and light incense for them during festivals.

However, now that his soldiers are dead, the last hope left by the others has been shattered. How would they blame him, the company commander in heaven?

There are also Lao Aba Pan and Yang Bicheng, who are also the backbone he has been cursing from Li Jiujin's 7th Company, but now, with a complete advantage, he has fought all the battles!

"You three idiots, stand up for me!"
Chapter completed!