The British were furious. Not only were they furious, but they also felt in their hearts that they and others had been fooled by Liu Zhenming. One person was chasing and killing a group of people. If this person was Liu Zhenming, the soldiers of the Self-Rescue Army would only be worried, not surprised.
But in the eyes of the Fenians, this was a suicide, but in the eyes of the British, this was impossible. They almost didn't think so, thinking that Liu Zhenming came to surrender.
Brother Asan, who was carrying the wounded on the front line, saw this scene and was so frightened that the red turban wrapped around his head dropped to the ground. Gandhi stopped and wiped his eyes again and again, for fear that he would see wrongly.
.
Gandhi couldn't understand or understand how anyone could dare to do such a dangerous act? Didn't the Chinese know that he could lose his life at any time?
"o!open-your-fire!open-fire!" The Anglo-Saxons were completely angry, like a volcano erupting. The anger towards Liu Zhenming suddenly burst out, burning in their chests, and countless British soldiers shouted
Standing, bending over and rushing back.
They had lost their minds at this moment, and they could only cut Liu Zhenming into pieces with a thousand knives, and only kill Liu Zhenming repeatedly to eliminate the hatred in their hearts.
Bang bang bang…
The battlefield that had just calmed down once again heard fierce gunshots. This time, it rang out in one place, with bullets flying, snowflakes flying, and blue smoke floating.
However, before they could react, the massacre began. Liu Zhenming knew that he would be like a wasp this time. And the other group of wasps could only be more ruthless than them, and only by making them frightened would he be able to
It is possible to take the opportunity to escape.
Therefore, the bullets in his magazine began to decrease one by one, and the bullet casings fell to the ground one by one. The British soldiers rushing in front fell down one after another in pain.
Angry, come on, angry. Come on, Liu Zhenming hopes to inspire the military skills and tyranny, so while he fights back fiercely, he is also thinking about the evil done by the British in China.
There are countless Chinese treasures in the British Museum, and they were shot by them like robbers. The British formed an alliance with Japan to suppress the rise of China. The weather in the UK is also annoying. It rains every day in London.
rain…
Countless pieces of information related to Britain that made Liu Zhenming feel uncomfortable were constantly floating in his mind.
"Killing me is your biggest mistake." Liu Zhenming roared, his violence was finally aroused, his agility points doubled, and Liu Zhenming's speed doubled in an instant.
The movements of his hands are beyond what ordinary people can do. Bang bang bang...
The rate of fire of the m1918 Browning semi-automatic rifle is theoretically more than 300 rounds per minute, and the magazine has 20 rounds of bullets. How can it be compared to the manual rifle used by the British army, which can only fire a dozen rounds of bullets per minute.
Liu Zhenming has used the speed of this gun to the limit. He is simply subverting the understanding of the British and challenging the limits of the British imagination. They have never seen such a fast speed or such strong firepower. They almost think that Liu Zhenming is using
machine gun.
The British often fired a bullet, and just as they had time to withdraw, Liu Zhenming's gunshot rang out again, and then a British soldier fell again.
What is even more shameless is that after Liu Zhenming finished shooting the bullets in the magazine, he did not remove the magazine, but quickly threw it into the space, and then immediately took another rifle.
Therefore, there were almost no hits in his shots, and there was almost no gap. As soon as he aimed and raised his hand, he fired. In a short distance of about fifty meters, more than a hundred British people were killed.
Bang!
Liu Zhenming's gun suddenly stopped. The frightened British thought that the entire monster had run out of bullets, so they mustered up the remaining courage and continued to charge.
Yes, the magazines on almost all of Liu Zhenming's guns had been used up, but he still was not ready to change the magazines because the British were already only more than 60 meters away from him...
He took out the grenade, pulled it, threw it, pulled it, and threw it again...
Pulling and throwing, without any unnecessary movements, Liu Zhenming was like a robot, throwing the grenades one after another.
Countless grenades formed parabolas one after another. Before that one hit the ground, this one was flying in the air. This one was flying in the air. Another one appeared in the snow pit and flew out. As soon as this grenade was released, Liu Zhenming had another one in his hand.
Got one.
Then, when it landed, it rolled like a sweet potato, rolling towards the charging British team.
Boom, boom, boom...
Explosions sounded continuously, blooming continuously in the crowd, and in the horrified eyes of the British soldiers, there were fires one after another.
Ahhhh...
Screams came one after another, and the soldiers were like waves hitting the rocks, splashing high, and shrapnel wreaked havoc among the crowd. Some had their heads cut off, some had their bellies slashed, and some were hit in the thighs.
On the snow, groups of soldiers fell down. They all screamed and held their wounds, moaning helplessly. The British anger was finally completely extinguished by the two rounds of Liu Zhenming's gun and grenades.
, turned into a deep fear.
Blood, brain, meat, internal organs, heart, liver, spleen, spleen, lungs, kidneys, large and small intestines, covered this small place,
"Hold! Hold!" an officer shouted to hold on, but the British soldiers couldn't stand it anymore.
With grenades still flying, the British finally collapsed. I don't know which soldier was the first to start. He screamed in panic and then ran away desperately.
"Devil, devil!"
All the British soldiers panicked and yelled out a vocabulary that Liu Zhenming was very familiar with. While lamenting the lack of foreign vocabulary, they continued to throw more than a dozen grenades without mercy.
The front of Liu Zhenming was completely shrouded in gunpowder smoke, and the flying white snow also affected everyone's sight. Then, Liu Zhenming changed the magazine and fled to the left.
The reason why he did not escape upward was because he did not want to hand over his back to the British, so he escaped on the contour line.
Even if the British had wild imagination, they never expected that an army of hundreds of people would be defeated by Liu Zhenming. Therefore, no one was sent to surround them in other places. This made Liu Zhenming extremely arrogant.
flee.
At the British frontline headquarters, the expression on Steve's face had changed from anger to horror. The headquarters was completely silent. No British could speak. Their eyes were protruding, and they looked like they had seen a ghost.
The ups and downs constantly impact their fragile hearts, making them feel like they have arrived in a scene from a knight novel.
After a while, a staff officer said with difficulty: "Colonel, the Chinese escaped."
"He escaped. After killing more than 200 of us, he escaped without a scratch. God, did you let Satan escape from hell?" Another staff officer murmured what everyone was thinking.
.
"He escaped?!" Everyone in the command center screamed, and then saw horror in each other's eyes.
…
In the trench, the expressions of Weir and other Fenian officers were also surprised and disbelieving.
"What did I just see? I saw Chinese Liu suppressing a group of British people. Tell me, I'm not dreaming." Will pinched his thigh hard.
No one laughed at his gaffe, because their thighs had already been pinched blue by him.
"General, you are not dreaming. He is moving up to the Chinese position!" A general pointed at the running figure on the snow and murmured back.
…
"Blow him up, blow him up! Even if we use up all the shells, we will blow him up." Veins popped up in Douglas' hand holding the command knife, and he could no longer say anything else...
Almost all the soldiers on the battlefield saw Liu Zhenming's performance just now. This had a huge impact on the morale of the British. Douglas could feel the fear in the hearts of the surrounding soldiers and officers.
And Liu Zhenming's performance left an indelible impression in Gandhi's heart. The image of Liu Zhenming in his heart is no longer a person, but a god. Facing the little dot running on the snow, Gandhi
He prayed several times, praying to Liu Zhenming for him to survive on the battlefield.
Woo, woo...
The sound of shells breaking through the air sounded from behind, and Liu Zhenming knew something was wrong.
Damn it, in order to deal with one of them, they actually used cannons.
Fortunately, the cannon still needs to be tested. This is the speed of life and death. This is a race against time. There are still more than 20 meters away from the trench. Running on the slippery snow, Liu Zhenming can finally feel the pain of attacking British soldiers.
.
Boom, boom!
The shells landed around Liu Zhenming, and the explosion almost made Liu Zhenming deaf and his eardrums buzzed.
Whoosh!
A piece of shrapnel scratched his thigh. Liu Zhenming stumbled and almost fell to the ground and slipped.
I won't die here, never!
For Liu Zhenming, this small injury is just a common occurrence. The pain is not terrible. What is terrible is that it affects his actions.
Amidst the blood flowers flying all over the sky, Liu Zhenming suddenly saw more than a dozen soldiers rushing toward him. The two leading them were He Xiaoqing and Er Gouzi.
This group of people came to greet them despite the gunfire.
Liu Zhenming smiled. With such a group of loyal men, it would be difficult for him to die even if he wanted to!