Chapter 849 Teeth Are Also Weapons

Brother, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were playing dead? Are you going to lie down?

Donatello almost said this sentence, but he still did not speak, because the Indian soldier on the ground at this time had already exerted his strength.

The other party was lying down, with his hands on his chest and holding the gun. Now, Donatello came to pick up the gun and just got close to the other party. The other party suddenly let go of his right hand and waved it into a fist. Luo's head was hit!

Donatello lowered his head and hit the helmet heavily. This time, the force was actually quite strong, making Donatello feel like he was about to faint in an instant. If he hit the temple directly, it would definitely be finished .

And Donatello was in a trance, his hand was still exerting force, and just like that, he actually took the gun, after all, it was the other party who let go of a hand.

However, before Donatello had time to be happy, the opponent's second punch arrived. This punch was even more ferocious. Donatello was directly knocked down and lay on his side.

The Indian soldier turned over and rode on Donatello's body. Then, one hand grabbed Donatello's collar, and the other hand kept waving, punching, punching!

Donatello felt that his eyes were dim and gradually turned blood red. He knew that if he didn't fight back, he would have no chance.

Now the melee is going on, someone may come to help, or not, in short, Donatello has to rely on himself!

In the struggle, Donatello's hand groped, groped, and reached the other party's belt. There, there was a grenade! !

So, without any hesitation, Donatello pulled the fuse of the grenade, and died together!

I have killed more than a dozen Indian soldiers this night, which is already enough!

So, the grenade rang, and when he asked about the smell of the fuse, the Indian soldier was stunned for a moment.

what happened? He lowered his head, saw the smoking grenade, and immediately understood something. This Italian, who was about to be beaten to death by himself, actually pulled the grenade!

He let go of his hand, and his mouth was whistling in an unknown bird language, and he put his hand on his waist, wanting to take out the grenade and throw it away.

The grenade was delayed, but he didn't know if it would work, he just tried his best.

Take it out, it hasn't exploded yet, then throw it out!

"Boom!" The Indian soldier was so strong that his grenade flew more than ten meters before it exploded on the way down.

Finally turned the corner!

Just as the Indian soldier relaxed, he felt his body and suddenly overturned.

Relying on this opportunity, Donatello suddenly turned over and pressed the Indian soldier under his body. Instead of hitting the opponent's head with his fists, he grabbed the opponent's head with both hands and hit the ground!

Once, twice, three times, the other party's head also bleeds, but the other party suddenly burst out with greater strength, and suddenly pulled Donatello's neck over and slammed into his own head. Come together!

This Indian is crazy!

Indians like to use their heads to hold things on their heads. Motorcycles weighing several hundred pounds can walk against them. Their heads are stronger. I feel like I'm exhausted.

The Indian's second blow made Donatello realize the horror of the open-hung nation. He felt that he had no strength, and his eyes gradually blurred.

Then, when the other party came to bump for the third time, Donatello's body tilted, his head turned to one side, and in his dazed line of sight, he saw the Indian's black and muddy neck, Then, Donatello did not hesitate. In his ears, the words of Instructor Bai Tian resounded, even with his teeth, he could fight!

His teeth used to eat fragrant spaghetti, which was his favorite, but now, his teeth are biting into the unpleasant neck, biting to the side, where there are large arteries.

He heard the sound of skin breaking, he heard the sound of blood vessels breaking, and then, a red liquid filled with fishy smell.

The Indian was frightened, made a Ula Ula sound, and wanted to struggle, but Donatello didn't let go, he continued to suck hard, suck, a big mouthful of hot blood, flowing into his mouth, flowing When it reached his stomach, at this moment, he felt exhausted, but his mouth never let go.

Before he lost consciousness, he heard countless footsteps coming from behind, and reinforcements had arrived!

...

The sky gradually brightened.

"Crackling." A barrel truck used in the battlefield stopped at the Mithria mountain range. A pair of leather boots first stepped on the ground. Then, a tall and handsome German general walked down.

Rommel, after learning that the position here was captured by the Italian army, was quite happy, and despite the obstruction of the adjutants, he personally came to the front line to inspect!

At this time, the battlefield had not been cleaned, and the bodies of many dead soldiers were still lying there. It can be seen that the night attack last night was quite a tragic battle.

Some were shot down, some were stabbed to death by a bayonet, some were twisted together, and remained in the same posture until death. In short, there were all kinds.

Seeing this scene, Rommel silently took off his hat.

As soon as you succeed, your bones will die, and this tragic battle will definitely go down in history!

Marshal Graziani also got out of the car. He looked at this scene with a complicated expression on his face.

Are they still his soldiers here? To actually win in hand-to-hand combat, in the past, this was simply unimaginable!

"Marshal, our first batch of infantry divisions has a casualty rate of over 40%." Garibaldi whispered beside him.

Four percent! Marshal Graziani was shocked again!

At this moment, Rommel squatted down, and he saw the corpse of an Italian soldier, this corpse was maintaining a posture at this time.

His mouth, on the neck of an Indian soldier, was full of blood, and the Indian soldier died of blood loss.

The Italian soldier's head was broken, and there were shocking wounds everywhere, and one eye was turned out. However, before dying, the soldier was still biting the opponent's neck with his teeth, and bit the opponent to death!

"This is a brave soldier," Rommel said. "Even in our German army, such a brave soldier deserves an Iron Cross."

His volume was high, and as he spoke, the Italian soldiers around had another color in their eyes, a color of light.

At Rommel's feet, the body of the Italian soldier moved slowly.