A short and fat Gurkha had just been stunned by a grenade. Now he recovered and staggered up from the ground. The Gurkha scimitar in his hand slashed at Scar's head at an angle!

"Dang!" The Gurkha scimitar struck the helmet, and the scar was knocked sideways.

Before he could stand still, the katana in his hand was raised from bottom to top.

There was an extremely unpleasant sound of metal friction, and Scar felt his arm go cold. The box cannon in the other hand, "bang" and "bang" were two shots. Taking advantage of the Gurkha being shot and losing strength, the samurai sword was sent straight

Got into this guy's belly.

The wrist was turned and twisted, and then pressed down hard. The guy's belly, which was like a beer barrel, was cut open, and his intestines were connected to the stomach and flowed out with a "splat". The Gurkhas screamed loudly, even covering the ears.

Passed the explosion around me.

At this time, the Gurkha still wanted to pull the grenade. How could Scar give him such a chance? The samurai sword flashed. A thick hairy hand fell to the ground. Scar slashed his other hand with the knife.

Arm. No longer paying attention to the Gurkha who was howling and writhing on the ground, he continued to look for any Gurkhas along the fortifications.

There were corpses everywhere underfoot, and the gunshots and explosions around him became less and less. Until finally, no living Gurkha could be found on the battlefield. Scar calculated and killed thirteen of them.

There were still three bullets left in the box cannon in his hand, and he sat down on the ground, without any strength in his body. The katana stuck beside him had so many gaps that it could be used as a saw.

After resting for a while to regain some strength, I found the signal soldier, found fireworks from him, lit them, and then sat down in the trench full of corpses again.

"Bang!" Fireworks exploded in the air. When the second company commander saw the fireworks, he hurriedly led the second echelon to rush upward.
Chapter completed!