Matsumoto was a veteran, so he naturally heard that there were at least four light machine guns firing in the alley, and in such a dense fire, Matsumoto did not think that the 38 rifle in his hand would have a chance to return fire. The gunfire was as dense as raindrops, and the other party didn't seem to care about the consumption of ammunition at all, and Matsumoto could only imagine himself as a dead corpse at the moment, quietly lying at the entrance of the alley and not daring to move.

The strong feeling that a bullet would hit him in the next second began to torture Matsumoto's senses and challenge his endurance, especially the groaning bullets flying from a distance and grazing his back, making Matsumoto's heart completely suspended, and even an instinctive urine to stimulate the bladder.

The pungent smell of gunpowder smoke gradually dissipated, Matsumoto waited for a while before subconsciously raising his head and shaking his head, he suddenly felt that his action was the same as that of a puppy shaking his body and throwing water, but he did not have the calmness and calmness of a puppy at all. However, looking at the messy position and the companions who fell in a pool of blood, no one can really calm down. The alley had fallen silent, the light machine guns that had released too much ammunition were long gone, and if it weren't for the fact that Matsumoto had too many corpses and blood in front of his eyes, he wouldn't have believed that a one-sided battle had just taken place here.

There was the sound of military boots stomping on the ground behind him, and Matsumoto, who was still lying on the ground, knew that it was the follow-up soldier who followed up, and Matsumoto, who was worried about being punished by his superiors, simply bit his teeth and his heart was horizontal, and he shot into the box almost without aiming. The sound of the rifle seemed a little scattered in the already empty alley, but Matsumoto didn't care, he just wanted to let the officers who followed him see that he was still fighting.

Matsumoto didn't care if the bullet he had just shot killed the enemy, and fired three bullets in succession, and when there was a clear sound of footsteps behind him, Matsumoto, who had already gotten up from the ground and was half-kneeling, gasped for breath and stopped. The soldier who appeared on his side avoided Matsumoto and rushed into the alley, and Matsumoto deliberately slowed down the action of reloading, deliberately deaf to the increasingly clear shouts of killing, until Matsumoto heard the voice of the squad leader, and then continued to aim his gun at the other end of the alley.

The alley was filled with a strange smell of gunsmoke, mud, and blood, and the pressure on the nasal cavity and lungs far outweighed everyone's fear of death, and with a strong cough, Matsumoto stood up with his rifle in hand. Taking another deep breath, Matsumoto was about to follow the squad leader into the alley, but the bearded squad leader suddenly fell backwards and sat down. Matsumoto, who wanted to make a good impression on the squad leader, was about to reach out to pull the squad leader, but when he saw the squad leader's missing head, Matsumoto's arm that was already there suddenly froze.

Before arriving in this muddy field devastated by countless artillery fire, Matsumoto had never felt that life and death were so close. Taking a deep breath, and then taking a deep breath, Matsumoto grabbed his gun with the fear that had penetrated his bones before the other officers appeared. There were a few times when Matsumoto felt that he was not afraid of battle in his bones, and that he could become a good soldier. But now, Matsumoto, whose legs couldn't stop trembling, suddenly found that he was afraid of death.

The alley was already bleeding, the seriously wounded and undead Imperial soldiers were moaning incessantly, and the ambulance soldiers who followed up called for their companions to help carry the wounded out of the alley, but they were hit by bullets from a distance one after another. In Zhuo Fei's view, regardless of the ambulance soldiers or Japanese soldiers who have already directed their weapons, as long as the Japanese soldiers set foot on Chinese soil, they should leave China in one way, that is, they should be sent back to China in a body bag or urn.

300 meters, such a distance is not for anyone to hit the target, when Gao Chunbao and his group of national soldiers were busy digging pits in the street to bury oil drums, Zhuo Fei shot at the Japanese soldiers on the other side of the alley one after another. It was just a small alley, and more than 200 Japanese soldiers were blocked at one end of the alley, and the monotonous but not slightest pause of gunfire at the other end of the alley was simply a note of urgency, and the Japanese soldiers who dared to rush into the alley were all corpses or seriously wounded who could not stop moaning.

The appearance of seriously wounded people is not that Zhuo Fei's marksmanship is not bad, it is just his intention, on the one hand, he wants to use the seriously injured to exert coercion on the other side, and on the other hand, he lures other Japanese soldiers into the alley to save people. The seriously wounded Japanese soldiers in the alley were the bait left by Zhuo Fei, luring other Japanese soldiers to come and send them to death in order to save people, only ten minutes later, the alley was already full of Japanese soldiers' corpses.

Luck didn't leave Matsumoto, and after initially almost being hit by a bullet at the entrance of the alley, Matsumoto narrowly avoided two more crises in the time that followed. "Take a ladder, go up to the room to find the location of the gunner, and kill him with a grenadier." Zhuo Fei's sniper position was too tricky, and the Japanese soldiers who were so angry decided to send people to climb up to the roof, as long as they could find the gunner's position, the grenadiers could fire back with grenadiers, at least to suppress the opponent's accurate fire.

Matsumoto didn't want to go to the roof, but the officers present obviously didn't think so, and in this kind of soldier, the role of the veteran was obviously more valued by the officers. Stepping on the shoulders of his companions, Matsumoto and the other three veterans went up to the roof, and unlike the other three, Matsumoto, who had already been frightened, never dared to straighten up after going up to the roof. Ignoring the disdainful glances of the other three, Matsumoto climbed against the roof with his rifle in his arms and to the eaves away from the alleyway.

With a crisp "dang", a Japanese veteran on the roof, who had just raised his head, flipped backwards in a slow motion, and then rolled down the roof along the ridge. There was another crisp sound, and another Japanese veteran had bloody arrows on his steel helmet, but he had already rolled off the roof with his arms wide open. Two people were shot one after another and rolled down from the roof, and none of Matsumoto nor the remaining Japanese veterans dared to rashly look up, and before the grenadiers could climb onto the roof, with a bang and a column of smoke, the roof was already bombarded with a grenade grenade.

"Missed, stone, a little further to the left." Seeing from the scope that the grenade's landing point was missed, Zhuo Fei shouted to Zhuo Yan, who was fiddling with the grenadier behind him. I don't know if it's Zhuo Yan's talent or something else, Zhuo Yan, who doesn't know a single character, is very interested in grenadiers, and Zhuo Fei hasn't taught Zhuo Yan how to calculate angles or anything, but Zhuo Yan himself thinks that he can still hit grenades with eight or nine.

Hearing Zhuo Fei's voice, Zhuo Yan, who had already stuffed the grenade into the grenadier, carefully adjusted some angles, and then pulled the belt on the firearmer, only to hear a "tom", and the grenade in the grenade had been ejected high. "Boom" Matsumoto and the two of them were lying on the roof again, and the shrapnel scattered with the explosion did not cause damage to Matsumoto, who was still cowering, but Matsumoto secretly breathed at the same time, but found that there was a shaking under him, and with a bang, the roof collapsed into a big hole.

Matsumoto, who had avoided death threats several times in a row, was not so lucky this time, falling into the house along with the broken tiles of the roof, and in Matsumoto's terrified shouts, a large number of collapsed bricks and tiles buried Matsumoto alive. "Boss, it's all done, Guan Bao can still make the little devil can't eat and walk around this time." Seeing that a large piece of the roof had collapsed, Zhuo Fei was about to turn around and praise Zhuo Yan for a few words, but he saw Niu Lao, who was serving as a guard for Gao Chunbao, running over.

"Retreat, retreat." exchanged fire with the Japanese army one after another, Zhuo Fei was also a little tired, no matter whether the Japanese soldiers who were blocked on the other side of the alley would step into the trap he set again, Zhuo Fei had to take advantage of the time to rest for a while. Zhuo Fei and his gang now have sufficient weapons and ammunition, but they lack fresh water, and the Japanese troops besieging the city are not well-off.

"Smash it open, don't care about anything else, just look for something to eat and drink." With Zhuo Fei's acquiescence and Gao Chunbao's instigation, the hungry soldiers smashed open the snack shops on the street. Probably because the owner of the shop had left, except for some tables, chairs, benches, pots and pans, and pots and pans in the snack shop, the soldiers did not find a single grain of food. "Damn, I don't believe in this evil anymore." The routs under Niu Laozhuan got angry, smashed open several shops one by one, and finally found half a sack of walnuts in one of the shops.

No one could tell when these walnuts were made, smashed a few to taste, as if they could still be eaten, and a group of people divided a few handfuls each, while hiding on the street corner and waiting for the Japanese army to appear, while smashing the walnuts with the broken bricks they picked up to fill their stomachs. Zhuo Fei only ate two, and then gave the rest of the walnuts to Zhuo Yan, but Zhuo Yan did not refuse, squatting against the wall with a broken brick and only smashing the walnuts.

After hiding on the street corner and waiting for three to five minutes, Zhuo Fei felt that something was wrong when he didn't see the signal from the guard post on the roof. "Old Niu, I think something is wrong, this group of Japanese troops has lost so many troops and three tanks, we should definitely not be let go, but why haven't they chased after us yet? In this case, you will first retreat with them to the rear, at least three streets, and I will leave to detonate those bombing points, and then I will join you when I am done. ”

Zhuo Fei said that he would stay, Niu Laozhuan naturally would not agree, and Gao Chunbao did not agree with Zhuo Fei to stay, there are so many people here, where can it be the turn of Zhuo Fei, a child who has not really grown up, to stay behind. "If nothing else, which of you has marksmanship like mine?" Zhuo Fei glanced around at Niu Laozhuan and Gao Chunbao, "As long as there are people among you who can have better marksmanship than me, I will retreat with everyone without saying a word." ”

Zhuo Fei's words made Niu Laozhuan and Gao Chunbao unable to refute, in the previous few battles, Zhuo Fei's performance was all seen with their own eyes. If it really comes to marksmanship, there is really no one among them who can compare to Zhuo Fei. "Alright, so be it." Zhuo Fei only left a guard post, and all the others, including Zhuo Yan, were driven away by him first.