Zhao Chuanxin was able to create a passage, and with all his courage, he pulled a corpse from the ground and threw it forward.

Being able to knock down two people and block a bayonet can be considered 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: "Quick, block me for two minutes, just two minutes, and I'll make these idiots pay the price!"

The God of War team, which was already at the end of its strength, suddenly gained some strength out of thin air out of its trust in Zhao Chuanxin.

They were almost unable to hold on any longer, so the Japanese soldiers pushed back like they were giving blood.

Zhao Chuanxin was able to fight his way out of the siege with one enemy against a hundred. They had companions beside them, so why couldn't they resist for a moment?

Zhao Chuanxin’s Madsen no longer has the prepared magazine 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."

When the God of War team got out of the way and retreated, Zhao Chuanxin shouted: "I will die for drafting it all..."

Tata Tata...

The caliber of the 7.92 Mauser bullet of the Maxim MG08 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 can’t carry it, but the stability is super strong.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the enemy in front of him with his body broken,

But it's not completely broken.

This made him very dissatisfied.

He made up his mind to develop a heavy weapon like the Browning M2HB that fires 12.7-caliber ammunition.

Li Xiuji got up from a Japanese soldier, who 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 couldn't 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 laugh out of their dreams.

Many Japanese soldiers discovered that if they kept running on the road, they would definitely not be able to escape bullets.

So I started to escape up the hillside 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 belt was surprisingly not jammed, and all were 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-type field artillery was equipped with bulletproof plates, and Japanese soldiers were hiding behind it, and they seemed to want to operate the field artillery.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and fired. The heads of the Japanese soldiers who were moving the shells scattered. They were more gorgeous than the cherry blossoms in Nanshan.

Li Xiuji was shocked, what kind of gun is this... A single bullet is more powerful than a heavy machine gun!

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.

Panting heavily, chest heaving, sweating like pulp, mixed with rain and falling down.

Park Shengyeol saw that he was covered in blood, like a bloody gourd, and quickly asked: "Mr. Zhao, are you okay?"

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the injuries on his shoulders, arms, thighs and calves, grinned and said, "I'm okay, I can still bear it."

A member of the God of War team said with admiration: "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 battle, others can charge fearlessly.

Zhao Chuanxin did not respond to the flattery. After he had regained his breath, he got up from the ground and said, "Don't rest. Use more force and push those cannons outside the Lotus Temple. Search for the weapons and ammunition of the little devils. I guess they will also

There are not many bullets left."

Zhao Chuanxin installed two mountain cannons and transported them up first.

Help them transport all the cannons to 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 whistle behind, 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 continue to attack the mountain tonight.

Entering the temple gate, there were several monks at the door, looking at him in horror.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at Lantian: "Go get me a bucket of well water."

Several monks pretended to help and dispersed in a hurry.

Even though they seemed to be very active, when they came back, Lan Tian 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.

"Lantian, go and call the most beautiful nun in your temple."

"..." Lan Tian wondered: "Donor, there are no nuns in our temple."

He saw Zhao Chuanxin's body with numerous wounds, big and small, and thought that it was like this, and he was still thinking about the incident on the third road.

It’s really good enough.

Zhao Chuanxin was quite dissatisfied: "There are not even any nuns in the huge Lotus Temple, so what kind of temple do you have? Go and find me a clever monk."

Lantian couldn't help but think about it: What do you need to do with ingenuity?

Zhao Chuanxin saw him standing still and glared at him.

Lan Tian hurriedly called for someone.

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 recover the injured, leaving his own bodies outside for the time being, and then collect them after enough rest.

Zhao Chuanxin 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 blood of others and face the bleak lives of others.

But he didn’t dare to look down at his wounds...

He grinned and spoke to divert attention: "I used my innate Qi to change the direction of blood circulation. You know, the realm of a cultivator ranges from the Qi Refining Stage, the Foundation Building Stage, the Golden Elixir Stage, and the Nascent Soul Stage.

The stages of transformation, integration, tribulation, and Mahayana are arranged in this way. As for me, I have reached the Mahayana stage and can ascend at any time. It is all because of those gold, silver, jewelry, and red and pink skulls that delayed me and confused my mind.

”

Everyone was stunned when he said he had a nose and eyes. Is this 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 have reached the Mahayana stage, does it turn out to be painful?

Lan Tian came over with a man wearing a monk's robe and said to Zhao Chuanxin: "Donor Zhao, the only one with dexterity and dexterity in Lotus Temple is here."

"Oh, very good." Zhao Chuanxin took the needle and thread, alcohol and wound medicine, looked up and said happily: "You still don't admit that you have nuns in Lotus Temple, isn't that? She's pretty damn handsome! Lan Tian

I'm not telling you, but you're being so serious today."

It turned out that there was a man standing in front of him. He had medium hair, maybe because he fell asleep, and his hair was disheveled. He had 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.

Just as Lan Tian was about to speak, Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "Ah, okay, okay, 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."

Lantian 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?"
To be continued...