Compared to the fat man Yuan Cheng, he was a person who could withstand the storm. Seeing the fat man being in a daze, he immediately hugged his shoulder and comforted him: "Old fat, it's okay. Without this, we can still beat the enemy. We are a pauper, and we can afford to endure it!"

His words were extremely powerful, but the fat man couldn't hear them. He looked at the staff in the laboratory with a dull look at the flamethrower, took out the flamethrower and pointed it at the fire ball on the ground and started extinguishing the fire.

The fat man sat on the ground in dismay, looking at the clouds in the sky, he didn't know how to defeat the enemy in front of him. After about thirty minutes, Mr. Chen walked towards him and said, "As I expected, this self-destructive device may be cooled with liquid nitrogen to prevent it from starting. I thought it could be studied in this environment, but after trying it, I found that this device is very strange. It can still burn under this low temperature state, which leads to an explosion. After the vehicle is split, the losses of various parts are severely damaged, so it is difficult to find results."

The fat man nodded mechanically.

Mr. Chen squatted down and said, "Child, don't worry, the war has just begun. Do you know, during the War of Resistance Against Japan, those people were fighting for themselves. Later, so many people who saved the country appeared. The three northeastern provinces were lost, and half of the Huaqing Kingdom was lost. At that time, we still had no way to defeat the Japanese army. We were not as good as their weapons, tactical strategies were not as good as them. Even the physical fitness of people was not as good as them. There was no gun or a person. The shells and grenades were rare, but they still won in the end. So, never give up hope. Only by walking on, can we know who can laugh to the end."

After hearing what he said, the fat man looked helpless and said, "I know what you mean, I will lead the soldiers to continue to fight." He turned to Yuan Cheng and said, "I want to send someone to transport the bodies of the soldiers who died in that battle to Dadi City. We can have no graves, but they can't."

Yuan Cheng nodded, expressing his support for his approach.

"What's going on there now?" asked the fat man.

At this time, Yuan Cheng was not very clear. He was not as polite as a fat man. The biggest consumable in the war was the soldiers. The poem says: Where is the green mountain without loyal bones? Soldiers who died on the battlefield will one day be buried in yellow sand. Why do you have to do this and transport them to a specific place to be buried?

"There are nearly 500 enemy troops stationed there, and I don't think it's so easy to take down. Is it really necessary for us to take this risk for the dead body?" Yuan Cheng said.

The fat man stood up and said, "It is necessary that those people are my comrades-in-arms. I want to build a tomb for them."

Yuan Cheng thought about it and said that instead of letting him get depressed here, it would be better to fight one game. If the opponent only keeps it, it may not be impossible to win. If you can get a motorcycle again on this basis and then use other methods to experiment and analyze it successfully, it is better than waiting for the enemy to fight here.

"Okay, it's better to go now," Yuan Cheng said.

Seeing that they still had fighting spirit, Mr. Chen was extremely happy and said, "Okay, I will feel much more at ease when I see you two like this. Remember, only by perseverance can you see victory."

The fat man said: "Old Chen, you were left here because of this motorcycle. Now I can't find out the weaknesses of the motorcycle. I also asked you to transfer to Dadi City, where is the safer place."

Mr. Chen frowned and said, "I don't agree. If I leave, what should I do if the research is carried out here!"

Yuan Cheng smiled and said, "Old Chen, this is not the time to show off your strength. You are not afraid of losing firewood. How long have you taught us? You have forgotten it yourself? As for those studies, you can also agree to the victory after you continue!"

Mr. Chen had no choice but to seal up the ongoing research, leaving only a capable confidant here, keeping the equipment every day, and then covering up the exit a little. If outsiders come, it would be difficult to find that there would be an underground research institute here.

After the fat man sent someone to send Mr. Chen and many researchers to the city, he gathered troops to go to the previous battle area.

He returned to this place with his soldiers, with his solemn faces, and wanted to avenge his dead comrades.

Because they came to these Tatars when they were cooking, they cooked food, and some were still playing games of bullying corpses, and released the zombies. Obviously, they had invented new ways of playing, pulling out the zombies' teeth and then beating them, so that they would not hurt themselves, and they could also exercise like this.

In this way, there are two groups of people here, one group is cooking and eating, and the other group is enjoying the boredom and is completely unaware of it.

It's no wonder that anyone would have thought that the troops that were beaten to pieces by themselves would be able to launch a counterattack so quickly. This is simply unrealistic.

The fat man looked at their crazy beating soldiers who had turned into zombies in the telescope. Those soldiers, their faces, were all his good brothers. They had eaten together and carried guns, but now they were still humiliated like this after they died, which made him unbearable.

Not only him, but the soldiers under him were all in this mood. They held guns tightly in their hands, their knuckles gradually turned white, and they were all enduring the sadness that surged in their hearts.

The fat man immediately ordered: "Machine gunner is ready."

The machine gunner on the side heard the order and immediately set up the machine gun along the slope. The fat man whispered from time to time: "Fuck me, be gentle, exposing the target to hammer you to death."

Of course, his words were not serious, but were just used as an attitude to inspire soldiers or remind soldiers at all times. This is the battlefield and we must always be vigilant.

When the machine gun was mounted, he looked up and said, "Take my gunshots as a sign, kill the bastards who bullied our brother's bodies first! Then the machine gunner suppressed the enemies heading to the motorcycle!"

After giving the order, the fat man pulled out the pistol from his waist and aimed at an enemy who was beating the body. With a light bang, a blood hole appeared on the man's forehead.

The gunshot kicked off the beginning of the battle. The soldiers of the Hungry Wolf Group lined up to shoot at the enemy, and the flames at the muzzle squirted out on the dark night.

The enemy did not expect that the enemy who had just been defeated would have the ability to launch a counterattack again in such a short period of time. And the most surprising thing was that these people did not attack the large army, but instead attacked such a small army.

Such an unexpected attack made the small army unable to react at all. Some people were knocked out by bullets before they even touched the gun.

But the enemy is not a sheep that can be slaughtered. Even if you don’t drive a motorcycle, you still have certain combat effectiveness. The commander with the highest position hid behind a large rock and shouted at the soldiers in Tatar language, "Little ones, hurry up and fight back! Fight me!"

Although he reminded this, the soldiers of the Tatar Kingdom had been nailed to death by the fat man's firepower and could not move in their arms. They didn't even have a rifle in their hands. They could only hold the pistol they carried with them. They could not put two shots, but the bullet was like they were shot upwards and basically couldn't touch anyone.

Seeing that the situation was not a solution, the commander planned to take a risk, grabbed a corpse next to him, blocked the bullets and ran towards the parking position of the motorcycle. However, after all, carrying a person, no matter how fast he was, he was not much faster. Several shots had even penetrated the body and cut his cheek.

But when the other soldiers saw this, they followed suit. Whether it was the enemy or their own people, they carried it and moved slowly towards the direction of the motorcycle. For them, as long as they could get on the motorcycle, they could escape from here. Such bullets could not penetrate the motorcycle at all.

The strong survival ** made them more and more agile, but the entity was a corpse after all, and they could not be bulletproof. After four or five shots, they broke into a pile of rotten meat, and the people behind them fell into a pool of blood.

At first, the commander watched helplessly that he was less than half a meter away from the motorcycle. As long as he took one step, he could survive, but life was not possible. All possibilities in his life disappeared at this moment.

Some people were thrown to the ground the moment they touched the corpse. The corpses turned into zombies because of their heartbeat, and threw them to the ground like wild animals. They opened their bloody mouths and bit them desperately, and blood was flowing.

The original 500-person team has dropped sharply to a shortage of 100 under continuous attacks.

However, among these survivors, there are always lucky people who jumped into the locomotive. However, at the moment they entered the locomotive, not only one locomotive was started, but all locomotives were started.

There is no doubt that this kind of motorcycle has a special function, namely, multi-control mode, where a person can control dozens of motorcycles, or more.

Under such conditions, the only person who got on the motorcycle drove the vehicle to the remaining survivors. Obviously, they did not intend to continue to resist stubbornly, but instead drove all the vehicles to the distance.

This is also the best result. When facing an unknown number of enemies, retreat is often the best decision. What's more, the commander of this squad has unfortunately died, so there is no need to continue to resist. Soldiers without command will greatly reduce their combat effectiveness.

After they left, the fat man saw several motorcycles left on the ground that were destroyed last time, which once again ignited hope.

But this time the hope did not last long. In just a moment, it turned into a fire in the sky and turned into a pile of scrap iron.

The fat man walked down the hillside with his people, looking at the fires everywhere, which made him sigh softly, and also made him know the importance of weapons and equipment to war. He must have more perfect weapons in the future, so that his soldiers can survive with a greater chance.
Chapter completed!