Brother, I'm sorry, I don't know if you are pretending to be dead? Are you lying down?

Donatro almost said this, but he still didn't speak because the Indian soldier on the ground had already exerted his strength.

The other party was lying down, with both hands on his chest and holding the gun. Now, Donatro came to pick up the gun and just approached the other party. The other party suddenly let go of his right hand, waved his fists, and smashed it into Donatro's head!

Donatro lowered his head and hit his helmet heavily. The force was quite strong, which made Donatro feel like he was about to faint. If he hit the temple directly, he would definitely be done.

Donatro was in a daze and was still exerting force on his hand. In this way, he actually grabbed the gun. After all, the other party put a hand.

However, before Donatro had time to be happy, the opponent's second punch came. This punch became even more fierce. Donatro was knocked down and lay on the side.

The Indian soldier turned over and rode on Donatero, then grabbed Donatero's collar with one hand, and kept waving his other hand, one punch after another!

Donatro felt a faint flower in front of his eyes, gradually turning blood red. He knew that if he didn't fight back, there would be no chance.

The melee is continuing now, and someone may come to help, or maybe not. In short, Donatro has to rely on himself!

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

So, without any hesitation, Donatro pulled the fuse of the grenade and wanted to die together!

I killed more than a dozen Indian soldiers this night, and it was already enough!

So the grenade sounded and when asked about the smell of the fuse, the Indian soldier was stunned.

What's going on? He lowered his head and saw the smokey grenade. He instantly understood something. The Italian, who was almost beaten to death, actually pulled the grenade!

His hand loosened, and his mouth was yelling in an unknown bird's voice. He reached out to his waist, trying to take out the grenade and throw it away.

There is a delay in the grenade, but he doesn't know whether it will be successful, he just tried his best.

Take it out, it has not exploded yet, and then throw it out!

"Boom!" The Indian soldier was very strong. His grenade flew more than ten meters before it exploded during his whereabouts.

Finally, the danger is turned into safety!

The Indian soldier just relaxed and felt his body suddenly overturned.

With this opportunity, Donatro suddenly turned over and pressed the Indian soldier under his body. Instead of hitting the other party's head with his fist, he held the other party's head with both hands and hit the ground!

One, two, three times, the other party's head was bleeding, but the other party suddenly burst out with greater strength, pulling Donatro's neck over and hitting his head hard!

This Indian is going crazy!

Indians often like to hold things on their heads. Motorcycles worth hundreds of pounds can be carried on. Their heads are stronger. This time, Donatro's head is dizzy and he feels that he is about to run out.

The second move of the Indian made Donatro feel the terror of the cheating nation. He felt that he had no strength anymore, and his eyes gradually blurred.

Then, when the other party hit the third time, Donatro's body tilted and his head turned to the side. In his confused vision, he saw the Indian's black and dirty neck. Then, Donatro did not hesitate, and the words of the day instructor sounded in his ears, even if he could fight with his teeth!

His teeth were originally delicious spaghetti, which was his favorite, but now, his teeth bit the annoying neck and the side, where there were large arteries.

He heard the sound of skin rupture, he heard the sound of blood vessels breaking, and then, his mouth was occupied by a bloody red liquid.

The Indians were scared and made a Ulao sound, trying to struggle, but Donatro did not let go. He continued to suck hard, sucking, and the big mouth of hot blood flowed into his mouth and into his stomach. At this moment, he felt exhausted, but his mouth had not been released.

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

...

The sky gradually became brighter.

"Cruff." A bucket car used in the battlefield stopped at the Mitria Mountains. A pair of leather boots first stepped on the ground, and then a tall and handsome Germanic general walked down.

Rommel, after learning that the position here was conquered by the Italian army, was very happy. Regardless of the obstruction of the adjutants, he came to the front line to inspect it!

At this time, the position had not been cleaned up, and many dead soldiers were still placed there. You can see that last night's night attack was a very tragic battle.

Some were shot and fell down, some were stabbed to death by bayonets, and some were twisted together, and they still maintained the same posture until their death. In short, there were all kinds of people.

Seeing this scene, Rommel silently took off his hat.

One general succeeds and thousands of bones are bleak, and this tragic battle will surely be recorded in history!

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

Is it still his soldier here? He actually won the hand-to-hand combat. In the past, this was simply unimaginable!

"Marson, our first batch of infantry divisions came up with a casualty rate of more than 40%. " Garibaldi whispered beside him.

40%! Marshal Graziani was shocked again!

At this moment, Rommel squatted down and saw the body of an Italian soldier. The body was in a position at this time.

His mouth was on the neck of an Indian soldier, and his mouth was covered with blood, and this Indian soldier died of excessive blood loss.

The Italian soldier's head was broken, with shocking wounds everywhere, and his eyes were turned out. However, before his death, the soldier was still biting the other party's neck with his teeth and biting him to death!

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

His voice was very high, and with his words, the Italian soldiers around him had another color, a radiant color in their eyes.

And at Rommel's feet, the body of the Italian soldier slowly moved.
Chapter completed!