When Chen Feng opened his eyes, he transformed into the acting battalion commander that no one wanted in the motley crew.
The total number is three hundred and six, and there are seventy-eight living people.
The gun was a fire stick, the medicine was locked up by the group leader, and the brother had a rotten leg and had to wait for death.
He kicked open the door of the warehouse and smashed open the medicine box in front of the entire battalion——
"The life of a sledgehammer is not life?"
After grabbing the medicine at night, the record of military exploits was revealed for the first time.
It does not give death ray guns, nor heavy artillery and tanks.
It only gives the top-notch weapons of this era——
German weapon rifle, drill code, first aid kit...
Every time you save a person, every time you fight a battle, you can exchange for a little wealth.
Chen Feng said:
"As long as the third battalion has one flag, it will not be dispersed."
"The souls of those brothers who died in the front are still in this camp."
From seventy-eight beggars to the Iron-blooded Camp that frightened the Japanese.
This road was built step by step and with all my life.
Reader comments
It's okay. Sometimes I write the front and forget the last. Or I write the last and forget the front. There are still some things I don't want to say.
It's okay. Sometimes I write the front and forget the last. Or I write the last and forget the front. There are still some things I don't want to say.