In the surprised eyes of the man surnamed Niu on the roof and the routs, Zhuo Fei, who rushed onto the street, was as brave as a god, and Zhuo Fei, who had automatic gun sighting, didn't have to worry about smoke blocking his vision at all, he only needed to shoot according to the lock of the cross cursor. Squatting, turning sideways, rolling, Zhuo Fei's every movement was just right, he always shot the opponent first, but the bullets fired by those Japanese soldiers on the street did not even scratch Zhuo Fei's skin.

"Boom" "Boom" There was also an explosion at the end of the street, at this time there would be no one else except Zhuo Yan who was still throwing grenades, everyone else was afraid that the grenades they threw would affect Zhuo Fei, only Zhuo Yan infinitely trusted that his eldest brother would not be so unlucky. With a "bang" sound, Zhuo Fei, who didn't have time to change the magazine, leaned over, slammed open the door of a shop on the street with his back, and then crawled and hid.

Even if the ammunition capacity of the fast and slow machine is 20 bullets, there are always empty guns when they hang up, and Zhuo Fei is too close to the Japanese soldiers, and it is too late to change the magazine, so he can only temporarily distance himself from the Japanese soldiers. How could the Japanese soldier who was caught off guard by Zhuo Fei let Zhuo Fei go so easily, seeing Zhuo Fei enter the shop on the street, there were already Japanese soldiers reaching out to touch the grenade on their waists.

Before the Japanese grenade was thrown into the shop, the Japanese soldiers saw a bag fly out of the shop. "Nani?" The Japanese soldier, who was already holding a grenade in his hand, was stunned, and at this moment, the burden that flew out of the shop exploded with a "boom". Zhuo Fei, who dodged into the store, did not change the magazine first, but pulled out an ammunition box from his baggage, grabbed a piece of cloth in the store, wrapped a few grenades and two bullets in the store, and threw it out. The Japanese soldiers who were about to throw grenades into the shop were suddenly blown up and fell in a large area, and before the remaining Japanese soldiers could recover their senses, grenades fell again on the rooftops on both sides of the street. The rumbling explosion sounded, and Zhuo Fei, who was hiding in the store, didn't dare to rashly probe, but after the explosion weakened, he picked up the submachine gun that he had brought out of his baggage and rushed over. After a burst of gunfire scattered, all the Japanese soldiers who could be discovered by Zhuo Fei had been defeated.

The Thomson submachine gun, known as the "Chicago Typewriter", was really not blown out, Zhuo Fei wiped out the bullets in the entire magazine, and there were no Japanese soldiers standing on the dilapidated streets full of gunsmoke. If you fight a snake, you have to kill you, and you have to get rid of the roots, Zhuo Fei didn't want to be shot by a Japanese soldier who pretended to be a dead body. Drawing a bayonet from the waist of a Japanese soldier's corpse, Zhuo Fei beckoned to the rooftops on both sides of the street, and then began to mend the Japanese corpses on the street.

Not every Japanese soldier who was shot was seriously injured and died, at least the Japanese soldier who was hit in the neck by Zhuo Fei was still alive, although there was only one breath left when he looked at it, but after all, he was still alive. Zhuo Fei squatted down beside the Japanese soldier who had not yet breathed, glanced at the Japanese soldier who was about to die but pretended to be calm, and then whispered in Japanese, "You shouldn't come to China, if you come, you can't go back alive." ”

The Japanese soldier who was bleeding and about to die opened his eyes wide and his lips trembled in horror, Zhuo Fei guessed that this thing was trying to ask who he was? Why do you speak Japanese? Zhuo Fei lowered his head and quietly looked into the other party's eyes, then slowly stabbed the bayonet in his hand into the other party's chest, and finally said calmly, "I am Chinese, and I am also a nightmare for you Japanese." Zhuo Fei's actions of mending the corpses one by one puzzled the routs who came down from the roof, but no one dared to ask, after all, Zhuo Fei mended the corpses of Japanese soldiers.

"Clean up the battlefield and take only light machine guns and ammunition, maybe there will be Japanese troops rushing here." The man surnamed Niu called those defeated soldiers to clean up the battlefield according to Zhuo Fei's instructions, and at the same time arranged two well-skilled defeated soldiers to go to the street corner to guard. Seeing that Zhuo Yan was safe and sound from the roof, Zhuo Fei also relieved himself, found a brick and stone on the side of the street and sat down, took out scattered bullets and fast and slow machine magazines and was busy reloading bullets.

Using the corner of his eye to watch out for the routs, Zhuo Fei quietly opened the light curtain, and the number of merit points on the light curtain has jumped from 200 to more than 300, Zhuo Fei can't help but secretly have fun, and with another 200 merit points, the light curtain can be upgraded again. Every time the light curtain is upgraded, there is an extra level of baggage, and Zhuo Fei is full of expectations for what new skills can be added after the light curtain is upgraded.

"Sir, someone is coming over there, listen to the movement, that number is not small." The two guard posts set up by the man surnamed Niu at the corner of the street hurried back, and before the man surnamed Niu who learned about the incident had time to report to Zhuo Fei, everyone could already hear the gunshots and shouts coming from the corner of the street. "Disperse and go up to the room to find cover." Zhuo Fei, who came back to his senses, only said a few words, and the routs, who were already a little frightened, immediately dispersed and climbed onto the rooftops on both sides of the street again.

"Boss, it's the national army." As soon as Zhuo Fei loaded a bullet bridge into the magazine of the progressive gun, the man surnamed Niu who was lying beside him handed the telescope to Zhuo Fei. Taking the binoculars, Zhuo Fei, who was lying on the roof, looked at the other side of the street, and the first few figures to appear in the telescope were indeed wearing the uniforms of the national army. More than forty scattered soldiers of the national army were forming a group and hurriedly entering the street from the rows, and Zhuo Fei only saw in the telescope that this group of national soldiers had about a dozen rifles.

Gao Chunbao hissed and roared, and kept waving the short gun in his hand, asking his brothers to run faster. As soon as he turned into the street, the outpost brother ran back and told him that they had found many corpses of devils in front of him. There are corpses of devil soldiers, which means that there have been battles here, there are corpses of devil soldiers, and maybe there will be national troops, Gao Chunbao's eyes lit up, and he urged his soldiers to run faster.

rushed all the way from the corner of the street to the middle of the street, Gao Chunbao and the others only saw the corpses of the Japanese soldiers, not to mention the discovery of the national army, and even the corpses of the national soldiers. Gao Chunbao, whose lips were already chapped and his mouth was already chapped, subconsciously pursed his lips with his tongue, at this moment he was somewhat disappointed in his heart, there were only more than 40 soldiers left under his command, and there were only a dozen rifles left, which was difficult to fight with the Japanese soldiers who were pursuing them.

The broken soldier came over and reported: "Company commander, the devils behind have caught up!" Glancing at the street corner from a distance, Gao Chunbao was on the verge of collapse due to extreme disappointment and exhaustion, and then shouted loudly to the soldiers beside him, "Don't run, don't run, defend on the spot." Damn, eighteen years later, we are good men again. ”

Gao Chunbao was not afraid at all, isn't it just a death, who hasn't thought about this day when he is a soldier? Throwing a cigarette into his mouth, he lit a fire, but did not light it, and he glanced at his brothers beside him. The brothers all laughed, and the smile was so helpless and bright. Gao Chunbao also laughed, lit the cigarette and shouted with some annoyance, "Brothers, let's run all the way, and the devil will chase all the way." We have more than 100 brothers, and now we are all left, let's not run away, let's die here. ”

"Boom," "Boom," "Boom," "Boom," and the Japanese soldiers who were pursuing began to bombard the group of Nationalist soldiers who had fled here with grenadiers, and the sound of explosions rang out, and the flying shrapnel within a range of more than 10 meters hit the people's bodies, even lifting some of them up directly. Gao Chunbao held his head, crouched on the ground, and shouted, "Get down, get down." There was a loud bang behind him, and he could clearly feel the shock wave hitting his back like a tangible object, and there was a burst of paralysis in an instant, and the whole person was pushed by Qi Lang and hit a broken wall, and then the overwhelming scorching gravel and floating soil storm covered the body, beating the body to a hot pain.

Gao Chunbao, who was knocked over by the explosion gas, lay on the ground in embarrassment, and slowly inhaled a breath of air that was still very hot; He stretched his legs and feet, slowly recovered from the paralysis, and shook the dust off his body a few times. After confirming that he was not seriously injured, Gao Chunbao raised his head and glanced at his brothers. The Japanese soldiers with bayonets had already rushed forward at this time, and the soldiers of the Nationalist Army who survived the bombardment had already mixed up with the Japanese soldiers who were at the forefront of the attack.

Gao Chunbao clearly saw a Japanese soldier's bayonet coming through the back of a brother, and the brother who was stabbed clung to the penetrating bayonet with all his might, but there was no one of his own. The Japanese soldier stomped his stabbed brother down with his foot, drew his bayonet and threw himself at the rest of the warband...... Hand-to-hand combat reached a fever pitch, with soldiers on both sides tangled and fighting, biting; Rifles, bayonets, stones, fists, teeth...... Everything around him that could be used and the organs on his body became killing weapons. From time to time, someone pulled out a grenade, and with a dull explosion, flesh and blood flew under the scorching sun, and the explosions of "boom, boom, boom......" rang out one after another, and the Japanese army, which had already had the advantage in numbers, was suddenly blown to the ground.

"Ah, grandpa, I'm here." Gao Chunbao shouted, waving the rifle in his hand and rushing forward. Gao Chunbao, who is tall and has long legs, is very fast, and before the Japanese army has time to react, Gao Chunbao has already collided with the Japanese soldiers. Swing the butt of the rifle and slam it on the head of a Japanese soldier on the opposite side, and the Japanese soldier facing Gao Chunbao has already fallen with the muffled sound of the skull cracking, and he didn't even have time to snort. As the opponent fell, the Japanese soldier closest to Gao Chunbao stabbed him with a spear, and he was so frightened that he was stabbed crookedly at such a close distance, but Gao Chunbao stabbed him in the throat with a spear.