A Weird Theater That Started In London

　　 In the bright light, huge tanks weighing sixty tons were lined up in several rows and pushed towards the ground.

　　They drove slowly across the Anheng Bridge, and their machine guns fired at every window of the north bank complex, and at the same time they fired one round after another at each house.

The volley of 　　 Tiger tanks was ruthless.

　　 They are like prehistoric monsters. While the barrel is spinning, it sprays violent fire. The shell penetrates the concrete wall and explodes in the house.

　　 Then, starting from the roof, the building collapsed like toy blocks, and the dust and rubble also made it difficult to see things nearby.

　　 Munch was lying in the ruins, his spine was broken, his thighs and hands were covered with small fragments of shells.

　　 In the intense pain, Lu Li slowly dragged his body towards the bridge.

　　 Someone called his name from behind. It was Henry and Miller. The two were lying in a long and narrow bunker. They could not do anything except shout and dissuade.

　　 However, Lu Li turned a deaf ear to this. There was only one thought in his mind: Francis Munch was dead.

　　 This guy is so thin and weak, and some remarks make him feel like an immature child, but fate made him lie here, a city only seen on the map before.

　　Because death has been calling him since last night, but he is only twenty years old, so he really shouldn't have died so early.

　　 Lu Li's thoughts are chaotic.

　　 The burning wood crackled around, and the thick smell of burnt and gunpowder filled the lungs, making it difficult to breathe.

　　 At the same time, Hamel was sitting on the command vehicle, holding up his binoculars, watching the tankers under him, reaping lives with the accuracy of the scythe mowing, and watching the enemy's north bank position gradually fall into ruins.

　　 Soon, a figure attracted his attention.

　　'S ferocious expression distorted this guy's face, like a beast.

　　 The next moment, the guess was fulfilled.

　　 Fine hairs gush out from the cortex, two pointed ears emerge from the temples, and the area from the lower jaw to the bridge of the nose bulges forward. Lu Li's head has become a wolf head.

"Oh, God……"

　　 Henry buried his face in the rubble, even if he had been mentally prepared, he still felt that his worldview had collapsed.

　　 As for the others, their performance was even more unbearable. Whether it was Frost or Hamel, they were all stunned and at a loss.

　　 And the priests who accompanied the army raised the silver cross in their arms, chanting prayers.

　　 [Wolf form characteristics: hunting, rage, bloodthirsty, shadow, regeneration, magic immunity]

　　 At this moment, driven by instinct, the unreasonable Lu Li turned into a black shadow, only three or four jumps, he came to the south bank of the bridge and came to Hamel.

　　 Click!

　　 As if a rotten orange was shot and exploded, a headless body fell, and blood splashed on the seat, the windshield, and the face of the adjutant who was sitting with him.

　　 Perhaps it was the smell of blood that stimulated Lu Li, who became a werewolf. He let out a roar and rushed towards the place where the soldiers gathered, like a wolf entering a flock of sheep, and the sound of broken bones continued to sound.

　　 "This monster killed Hamel!"

　　 "Shoot!"

　　 "Shoot!"

　　 The adjutant who had escaped drew his pistol and emptied the bullets in the magazine at Lu Li, who was raging in the crowd. Other soldiers also responded, using submachine guns, rifles, and even small flamethrowers.

　　 However, Lu Li, dominated by the nature of the beast, not only attacked fiercely, but never considered defense. The pain inspired the bloodthirsty genes in his body. He tore the enemy in front of him to pieces, and then rushed to other targets.

　　 A few minutes later, a vacuum zone formed, and at least four combat teams died under the giant claws. In addition, the werewolf in Lu Li's incarnation was also beaten into a honeycomb, and blood dripped down the bullet holes.

In addition, the sun was blazing at this time, shining in his eye sockets. The place was shot several times by German soldiers, but the bleeding was stopped under its own healing power. Now there are only two dents, which are particularly in the sun. Sturdy.

　　 "It seems that this demon is dead..."

　　 There are soldiers whispering, but they still hold the weapon in their hands tightly and dare not relax.

　　 In this case, the tiger tank used to attack the North Shore position returned to the defense, surrounded Lu Li Tuan Tuan, and adjusted the barrel to face the monster in everyone's eyes.

　　 This scene looks very weird.

　　 is like a gun battle.

　　 "Fire!" The adjutant snarled loudly, ignoring the blood on his face, until he was hoarse.

　　 At that moment, the light and shadow trembled.

　　 The blood mist exploded.

　　 Click!

　　 The spotlight lights up, and the picture freezes here.

　　 Lu Li, who was still in a state of chaos a second before, regained consciousness in this second.

　　 He looked up and found that he had returned to the classroom, half of the seats were already occupied.

　　 It seems that the shortest-lived protagonist is not me. When were these people eliminated...

　　 Lu Li thought silently.

　　 In the next second, a black shadow suddenly appeared in front of him, and an exaggerated voice came:

　　 "I, Nima, I died terribly!"

　　 "The head is cut off by half!"

　　 "Fortunately, this ghost school can revive the students, otherwise there will be nowhere to cry."

　　 Talking, Duke first touched his head and then his calves. The movements were so wide that it was difficult for people to even notice.

　　 And Duke caught a glimpse of a dark shadow behind him~www.wuxiamtl.com~ That place was Lu Li's exclusive seat.

　　 At this point, he quickly turned around: "Lu Li, why are you sitting here? I think you can live until the last episode."

"What happened?"

　　 Under this guy's repeated questioning, Lu Li whispered: "Dead on September 18, the morning of the second day of airborne, how about you?"

"A few hours later than you, I died that afternoon." At this point, Duke gritted his teeth and his voice became louder and louder: "I managed to break through the blockade. As soon as I saw the Arnhem Bridge, he was exploded by an anti-tank gun. Head out!!!"

　　 The voice of this guy echoed throughout the classroom.

　　 Fortunately, everyone is in a bad mood, too lazy to care, otherwise it will cause disputes.

　　 "Well, what do you say about the battle?"

　　 Lu Li took out a sports cigarette from his pocket, but did not find a matchbox after searching for it for a long time.

　　 "I have fire."

　　 Duke had a marching bag on his back with a lot of things in it. From here, it can be seen that he did die suddenly, unlike Lu Li's ragged clothes, he only brought some belongings back.

　　 After a while, the two continued to chat about their own experiences. Duke was smoking a cigarette with a face full of lovelessness, and complained: "We two died too early. It is estimated that we have to go to ordinary classes."

"uncertain."

　　 Lu Li shook his head, trying his best not to think about the two-day experience, because the best memory was when he first landed, he ate canned food and juice with Francis Munch, the other class, and the rest was full of sadness and anger.

　　 Therefore, looking at the modern classroom, he exhaled a sigh of breath and continued: "Let’s talk about the battle first. This is the key. As for how long you can live, it is part of the scope of the assessment, but it should not be all."