I was not wearing the military uniform left by "Zhao Jun". I didn't want to touch something that a dog wore close to me!

I threw off the coat I found from Qiaomu Village, revealing my strong muscles that have regained strength and elasticity after more than 20 days of recuperation.

I have to eat more than a dozen long bread every day, and I have a thick face to exchange for extra desserts such as radishes and apples from the villagers. After getting enough nutrition, I have been conducting physical training step by step every day for the past two weeks. Yesterday, I was able to easily complete one thousand push-ups and eight hundred sit-ups.

I picked up the nano-scale bulletproof vest that Zhao Jun threw on the ground and gently stroked the bulletproof vest that represents the latest breakthrough in the individual field of the Chinese Academy of Sciences. I just felt my nose sore and tears almost burst out from my eyes again.

Bullets are easy to imitate, but the nano-level bulletproof vest we wear is only one-third of the weight of ordinary bulletproof vests, and its defense ability is the superposition effect of two No. 5 bulletproof vests. The Japanese Military Research Institute cannot solve the technical bottle diameter in such a short time, so... the bulletproof vest I held in my hand has several clearly identifiable bullet marks. Although nearly four months have passed, the breath after being baptized by war and smoke is still tenaciously preserved on this nano-type bulletproof vest.

This is a bulletproof vest made by our own China. This is a bulletproof vest that my brother once wore and once blocked enemy bullets for him on the battlefield in Japan!!!

I directly put this bulletproof vest on myself.

Since the weight is only one-third of the ordinary bulletproof vest, the designer made it into a horse clip so that it could fully protect the soldiers' front and back.

The Chinese Academy of Sciences, the "Blue Light" that is the world's sharpest and most powerful fighting sword, is inserted into the bag of the body armor, and then find a few grenades from the backpack that "Zhao Jun" carries. They also have no way to create a "magnetic storm grenade" with such terrifying power in a short period of time.

The domestic self-defense pistol with a caliber of 9.8 mm is more terrifying than the Desert Eagle produced by the Israeli military factory. The purest offensive pistol is more recoiled. This pistol that was brought to the battlefield without even having time to formulate a name. It can easily penetrate the No. 5 body armor with the strongest defense within a distance of 100 meters. It is said that it uses the air lock technology that only automatic rifles use. As long as the arm strength is strong enough, you can even use it to shoot an amazing high speed that can only be achieved by a rapid-fire competitive pistol in an instant.

I also found more than a dozen large denomination RMB from my backpack...

kindness

RMB?

I looked at the "Zhao Jun" who had been beaten to death by me and had turned into flesh and blood. I quickly picked up the military uniform that I threw away like garbage.

In the field, the pure chocolate prepared in order to replenish the calories consumed by the body, the hemorrhagic spray can and morphine, a small sewing bag, and a letter...!

A letter written in Chinese characters!

"Dear Mom and Dad, how are you?"

The beginning of this letter is like a song that once became popular. The person who wrote this letter probably has watched too many soap operas and has too many assumptions and romantic imaginations about the battlefield.

"We are on the battlefield now, and I don't even know that I can escape from Nagoya alive. It was a nightmare that I can't forget now. Only in the quiet mountains and forests, looking at the full moon above my head, can I calm down a little. When I play my beloved harmonica, I miss home more and really miss you two elders. I don't know if I can still get it alive. We are like a group of walking corpses running around on the battlefield in Japan. We can only shoot and kill the innocent civilians and loot the necessary survival supplies from them. Now we don't know how long we can live. Anyway, the Japanese are not humans. Everyone has started to do things other than looting...

My face became heavier and heavier. Of course, it was impossible for a letter to such a person to be a real soldier. Although it is well known, we have not made it clear that we attacked Japan. No matter which Chinese soldier is, we would not write such a letter that completely exposes our identity, or even give the Japanese a handle.

From the eyes of a soldier who has experienced many battles, this letter is even more childish and funny! When he was running all the way, who was still in the mood or dared to play a bullshit harmonica in the middle of the night? Does the person who wrote this letter know how far the sound of the harmonica will be transmitted with the mountain wind in the middle of the night? Do he also know that if special equipment is used, how likely is this sound to be captured?

There is also that damn harmonica. I really found such a bad guy from "Zhao Jun"'s pocket. It is only ten centimeters long and has a cute and petite body. Not to mention whether my sworn brother Zhao Jun can play the harmonica. He and I Yue have experienced many battles and have followed me to this battlefield where I die and die with the enemy at any time. Will he be foolish and bring a harmonica that has no practical effect on the battlefield?

Wouldn't it be more meaningful to bring a few more bullets or stuff two or three more pieces of chocolate?

But the letter itself is absolutely not funny!

A word kept rolling in my mouth, "This is a plan to blame Jiangdong!"

We used this strategy when we attacked India, but the Japanese used it more thoroughly and ruthlessly this time!

Not only did they recover the weapons and bulletproof vests we used from the battlefield, they also "borrowed" the faces of my sworn brothers. I cannot be sure whether the second Fu Yinxue had been fabricated under the deliberate actions of the Japanese government. More importantly, in order to create trouble and provoke a group of attacks on China from all over the world, they actually let these "Chinese troops" attack Japanese towns, indulge them to burn, kill, loot, and do everything.

"You group of boy scouts, who want to attack my brother, let me try it out. Do you have this qualification?"

I grabbed the camouflage cream and applied it little by little to my face.

I'm not in a hurry, really not in a hurry.

Since they like to massacre their civilians, let them burn them, rob them, kill them, and indulge rapes. When their murderous aura is exhausted, when they spend all their energy on robbery, killing and rape, they are the weakest.

At the foot of the Ghost-Faced Mountain, Qiaomu Village kept moaning in the fire, and I hid in a safe corner and set up a telescope. Now the massacre of the group of "Chinese soldiers" has obviously come to an end. Most of the buildings have raised their eyes, and under the cover of the fire, there are corpses that are motionless in pools of blood.

In a corner of the village, a group of "soldiers" gathered together and were gathering around a girl with "sexuality". If I was not wrong, the girl who was gang-raped should be the girl who was named "village flower" in Qiaomu Village.

She should be only... fifteen years old!

A colleague who had already untied his belt and exposed the thing in his lower body without shyness, often a few people rushed over at the same time in the quarrels. The person who first inserted his own thing into the girl's body immediately began to thrust hard with a smug smile. Others could only get up unwillingly, and suddenly someone opened his mouth and bit the girl who was gang-raped by them as if he was venting.

"Damn, is your pussy crooked? Otherwise, why wouldn't the labor and capital be able to get it in?"

The "soldier" was chewing the girl's softest and tender breasts hard, while cursing loudly in Chinese. His voice was so loud that I could vaguely hear it in the dark corner outside the village.

They are not soldiers at all, they are hooligans, bandits, and beasts that have long destroyed human nature!

Some soldiers carrying "seized supplies" on their bodies were walking on the street while throwing the lit gasoline bottle into the house on the roadside. As long as they heard the sound of walking in the house, they would throw a grenade in. In this way, seeing the corpse on the ground, whether dead or alive, unless the corpse had been smashed to pieces by the bullet, they would all hold up the bayonet on the Type 06 automatic rifle and then make up for it.

What they do is really a rampant person, and no one can keep them!

"Help, I don't want to die!"

A "corpse" covered in blood suddenly jumped up, screaming and fleeing in a hiding direction. He ran towards me in a hidden direction. He was obviously extremely anxious and afraid. Tears and snot floated from his face at the same time, mixed with blood he had gotten from somewhere, making colorful on his face, looking indescribable funny and pitiful.

A group of "Chinese soldiers" looked at the local zombie guy running farther and farther away. A soldier slowly raised the Type 06 Chinese-made automatic rifle in his hand with a playful smile.

"Bang!"

A crisp gunshot sounded, and the villagers who ran away with their heads cried out with only a scream and then threw themselves into the hard ground. All the "Chinese soldiers" cheered in unison. The soldier who fired the gun whistled proudly, and a group of people followed him and left.

I looked at the zombie-scammer coldly, and I knew he was not dead!

The bullets prepared by our Type 06 automatic rifle were all high-destructive special-seed bullets, but the bullet that hit him just now was obviously just an ordinary lead-core bullet. And this bullet just hit his shoulder. Although it seemed that blood was surging, as long as he was smart enough to lie honestly on the ground and wait for rescue, he would probably not die.

I slowly crawled over, pulled out the "blue saber, and quietly stabbed into the chest of the villagers who had been shot and entered a coma. I slightly turned the handle of the knife, and the blade easily shattered his heart.

If I was not wrong, shooting the bullet of this villager is actually not ordinary. What efficient anesthetic should be applied to its bullet? This can make the villager enter a state of calm as soon as he was shot, allowing him to save his life most effectively.

They wanted to leave behind a witness who witnessed the murder and could point out the "inciting" of the Chinese army?

A person who knows how to pretend to be dead should be considered a little clever, but in the end he was foolishly calling for help when there were enemies everywhere without a helper. This shows that he was just a little clever.

A scared and smart person who is a little smart person will naturally be grateful if he is rescued. As long as he is guided by someone, he will naturally be a killer of the "Chinese Army". A little smart person may be a coward on the battlefield, and may not make any achievements in the shopping mall, but as long as he is given sufficient preparation and appropriate guidance, it should not be difficult for him to perform a big show when facing the judges and the media, squeeze out a few tears and earn some sympathy!

I used "blue light" to stab the ground several times, then used my hands and feet together, quickly dug a shallow hole more than half a foot deep on the ground, then left a grenade on my body, and buried the rest.

I pulled the last grenade away from the safety ring, carefully placed the grenade on the shallow hole I had covered with soil, and then dragged the body that I had stabbed to death with a fighting saber onto the trap I buried, and covered the grenade that could explode at any time with his body.

I reached out and pinched my nose and screamed suddenly: "Oh my God! Ah...!!!!"

Oh my god!

You don't know how terrible the screams I made after pinching my nose, how yin and yang, how male and female, and how sharp and harsh it is.

I jumped and jumped, grabbed a stone and knocked it at a larger stone beside me. I was shocking. Even if they wanted to let a few more live-actioners and witnesses go, I couldn't let me make this drama of "blame Jiangdong" so miserable and fake.

Someone shouted in Chinese: "Who is it!?"

Nonsense, of course it’s your Chinese soldier grandfather!

I grabbed the Type 06 automatic rifle and turned around and ran away. Come on, sons of the turtle, let me educate you and let you understand what a real soldier is and what a battle-hardened iron-blooded soldier is!

If you want to pretend to be my brother, you must first learn to fight against the enemy on the battlefield!
Chapter completed!