In just twenty minutes, twenty minutes like purgatory, for these French soldiers, it is a lifetime of life and death separation!

The comrades who had just eaten bread and drink broth together have now turned into cold corpses. What is most regrettable is that these corpses cannot be taken back, so they can only save the injured brother first!

The stumbled soldier had his comrades' arms around his neck, and the injured brother's right arm drooped weakly, and blood dripped down.

"Let me go... My injury is too severe... the blood has dried up... you will die..."

"Don't talk... I came out of Paris together, I have to take you back together... hold on..."

Unfortunately, the bullet hit the armpit of his comrade and injured his blood vessels. The blood flowed down his arms like a stream. At this moment, the inside of his breastplate was soaked with blood and seeped outwards along the gap!

"It's so beautiful... the forest is so beautiful... But why are there so many dark elves?" The dying soldier's eyes were blurred. As he was dying, strange elves were jumping and appearing everywhere in the green bushes in the distance.

In his consciousness, these elves had nothing to do with nobility and holiness, and they only brought killing!

"It's... the dark elves... the elves..." Before he finished speaking, his head drooped down and died on the shoulders of his comrades.

"York...York! Brother, wake up...ah!" The cavalry in tears roared to the sky, "God! What are we facing!"

"We are the Queen Cavalry Regiment of Glory! We will never retreat when we fight to the death! We will never retreat when we fight to the death..."

The cavalry, who was so blood-stunned, put down his comrade's body, pulled out his sabre and turned his head back. He looked at the figures jumping dozens of meters away and shouted like madman.

"Come out and fight me! Get out and fight me! Cowards... you are all cowards!"

The real warrior was not afraid of death. Bullets were wiping against his body and shooting into the distance. One after another, one fleeing cavalry was knocked to the ground, screaming endlessly!

But these dark elves in the jungle seemed to have let him go on purpose, and these bullets were flying over his body like eyes.

Death smiled grimly. He seemed to be playing a game. The escaped person's life was harvested first, but the brave had the right to take a few more breaths of air.

"*... ​​Block the forest exit... White soldiers fight..." Weird language sounded deep in the forest, and the brave cavalry could not understand at all.

He couldn't understand but could see it. As the strange language spread one after another in the deep forest, more than a dozen black bumps flew over, crossed his head and rushed towards the group of escaped comrades.

Bang bang bang bang... There were a series of muffled sounds, which were much more muffled than those high-explosions. As the explosion continued to sound, the depths of the dense forest were suddenly covered by a series of thick fog.

The air circulation in the forest was not smooth, and coupled with the lack of wind in the past few days, these * soon created a cloud of death on the edge of the forest.

"No...brothers, be careful..." The brave counterattacker saw the dark elves rushing into the fog with his own eyes, followed by the sound of screams and weapons colliding.

"It's so miserable! It's so cruel! I don't want to stay if I live!"

"Come out... no matter what the hell are you... Get out and fight me..."

With the madman-like roar, he found that the fighting in the fog was getting smaller and smaller. In just five or six minutes, all the brothers who were trying to break through were no longer moved.

Swallowed a mouthful of bloody saliva, the brave cavalry held the saber in his hand and looked around with a vigilant look. At this moment, a second seemed as long as a world for him!

His heart was beating wildly, and he could even feel the god of death surrounding him, and the god of death could spray his neck!

I don’t know how long it took, but he felt that it was a century. Perhaps in just three or four minutes, the sounds of dark elves suddenly appeared in the dense forests around him, and surrounded him.

These dark elves were getting closer and closer, and his fear reached an unparalleled level. When these ambush battles entered within ten meters, he finally saw the appearance of these people.

"O God, it's indeed a group of dark elves!"

The oriental people are originally slenderer than Europeans. Even the rigorously trained warriors are hard to match the level of muscles in their bodies.

Once this slender body becomes thin, it gives people the feeling of a bamboo pole or a sick man. However, if this body is full of muscles and strength, the aura he exudes is very close to that of the elves in the legend of medieval legends.

Coupled with the terrifying massacre ability of these killing gods, the murderous aura emitted by their bodies is closer to a branch of the elves, the dark elves who love to kill.

"Are you...you evil spirits summoned by the Prussians from hell? God will punish you by God! Ah..."

The brave cavalry screamed and roared in despair, and he swung his sabre toward the nearest ambush!

"Cowards! They are all cowards who only know how to attack..."

Unfortunately, these dark elves did not have the noble spirit of the knight at all. They did not give the dying person a chance to fight alone. They only saw a special forces member stabbing a bayonet to block the knight's saber.

Another special forces member beside him stabbed forward like a bayonet and snake in his hand, directly piercing the knight's left thigh!

Ah... With a scream, the brave knight half-kneeled on the ground and trembled all over in pain!

The special forces team pulled the knife hard, and the bayonet pulled out from his thigh again, bringing out a scattered blood!

Ah... there was another scream, and another special forces member picked up the bayonet in his hand, and the saber was picked up in the air and rolled onto the ground.

"You...you despicable cowards... don't even have the courage to fight? Evil ghosts..."

More than a dozen special forces team members, all of their disguised clothes and faces, formed a circle to surround the dying man, and did not take action and just looked at him quietly.

"Come on... let's do it! Coward! Evil ghost!" The knight took off his helmet and shouted angrily.

At this time, a group of dark elves walked out from the gradually dissipating fog. One of them reached out to drag a man's hair and dragged it over to the ground.

"Stop calling... Fick stop calling... They are not dark elves... nor devils..."

"They are Chinese... Chinese soldiers... Xiao Letian's subordinates..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the captured company commander began to cough violently!

Cough cough cough... I vomited out in one mouthful of blood!

"Chinese? Impossible! Absolutely impossible..." The brave soldier looked at the corpse on the ground after the fog dissipated. "We have a full strengthening company force!"

"How could 120 brothers be wiped out by dozens of people?"
Chapter completed!