The strongest reserve for the doomsday

The various fighters had now come up, and of course, the poor American soldier had been put in a body bag and carried on his back. When his head was found, only a shell remained, but it was too good to be complete.

On the other hand, Aso ordered the base logistics staff to dispose of the body of the fallen soldier from Lao Mei, freeze it, and transport it back when the time came. This can be regarded as a preferential treatment for compatriots.

If it was Maozi or a Vietnamese monkey who died, it was estimated that it would be cremated on the spot and sent back to the ashes.

On the other side, the other fighters returned to their respective squads' operations lounges for repairs.

Maozi Chekov had the crowbar pinned to his waist, and the head of the crowbar was hanging on the ground with a clattering sound.

If it had been just now, those old and beautiful old fritters would probably have been coaxing and arguing to death. But now, because Chekov has demonstrated the "Wu Song Fighting Tiger" stunt on the 16th basement floor, he has become a great hero in avenging his compatriots this time. So every old American soldier didn't dare to say anything.

Besides, if the sentence is not right, this Chekov looks back and pulls it out, and the stick is waved down, even if he is wearing a bulletproof helmet, it is not a problem. This helmet can only withstand high-speed collisions with low-mass objects. And this kind of high-quality object, that is, a direct shock wave from the helmet into it, the light is a concussion, and the heavy is directly a boxed lunch.

This is what is often said in Chinese kung fu, one strength is worth ten times, the fist embroiders the legs, it doesn't hurt to hit him, and if he gives you a blow, you have to get a boxed lunch. This kind of asymmetry of power is simply impossible to fight.

The Maozi took big steps, carrying AK47, and walked in front of the bright corridor with a big grin, while

the old beauties were still intoxicated with the sadness and anger just now, hanging their heads and following behind.

At the end is the United Nations army, because these people are mainly playing soy sauce, and because they have gained so much money this time, they are still happy to hum a little song and walk at the end.

Maozi first went to the rest war room of Maozi's team, and without even changing their clothes, they began to pick up towels to wipe the traces of gunsmoke on their AK firearms. Although AK's gun is very resistant to chao, and Maozi doesn't care about anything, he still takes good care of AK, a guy who eats.

It is precisely this serious attitude that allows their guns to fire on the battlefield and deal a fatal blow to the enemy. When I was fighting zombies just now, the bullets here were shot out of a few shuttles, but the difference between Maozi and American soldiers was that Maozi

would collect empty magazines and hang them on his body. And Lao Mei's soldiers, anyway, Lao Tzu has a lot of equipment, and the empty magazines are thrown away directly. It's really a cub, and the money is not distressed.

So a lot of hairy people here, when they finished wiping the guns, began to press the empty magazine.

"Chekov Korwich Roskivich, you were brave just now, come and take a sip of vodka to you", said a hairy man, and took out a bottle of vodka from his closet. Judging from the packaging

, it is still brought from Russia, because it is packaged in Russian.

Chekov's eyes were straight, "Comrade Jacob Roski Janobuvich, thank you for your generosity and praise" After speaking, he couldn't wait to take this Jacob's vodka and drank it with a grunt.

Numb, say okay to you, you won't be done with it. But he took it out by himself, and he was embarrassed to go back, and it is estimated that at this time, this Jacob felt so uncomfortable eating Xiang.

Fortunately, this Chekov, after drinking half of it, put down the bottle.

"The world is yours, but the vodka is my Chekov's" After saying this, Chekov hugged the vodka in his hand again. But it doesn't seem to be good to dominate like this.

So he reluctantly said

, "Come, everyone take a bite and celebrate our victory, hula!" So, the soldiers stopped pressing the bullets and kept their eyes on the bottles.

If Maozi usually has internal relations, it can be said that it is good, and if it is said that when fighting, Maozi's internal unity, it is also very stable, and it can be said that there is a knife in both ribs. But when it's time to grab a drink, it's hard to say.

No, in order to drink authentic Russian-made vodka, everyone is fighting for red-facedness. In the end, you take a bite and I take a bite, and by the time Jacob arrives, it's gone.

"I didn't even get a sip of it. Leave me a mouthful!" Jacob shouted.

"Isn't it just a mouthful of wine?" replied Chekov disdainfully, but after thinking about it, no, he was still there rushing to drink.

"When I returned home, I brought the most authentic vodka from Siberia and brewed it with the water of Lake Baikal. Give everyone a good look," Chekov quickly changed the subject.

"Hula!" everyone shouted thunderously.