"Quick, occupy the position, cover the main attack force across the bridge!"

Hikaru Fujita rushed to the shore with a submachine gun in hand, his clothes soaked and dripping with water, which soon converged into small streams, but he didn't even look at them.

The members of Nobunaga's special attack team jumped up from the river, pounced on the river embankment like wolves, and then jumped into the position of the third squad, and several machine guns were turned by them and pointed at the positions of the other squads on either side.

The sound of Czech light machine guns and Makqin heavy machine guns rang out, and then the bullets spilled at Zheng Zeshi on the opposite side, and they had the upper hand in an instant, these special attackers shot very accurately, obviously not comparable to the Chinese army, although there were only twenty or thirty people, but they suppressed the positions of the first and second squads on both sides, so that they could not raise their heads in the trenches.

Zheng Zeshi was anxious, he knew that it wouldn't take long for the devil to break through the bridge where the firepower was greatly weakened, and the position would be over.

Throwing off his shirt, Zheng Zeshi grabbed a few grenades, then tied them together with his clothes, then stood up suddenly, his body spun, threw the grenades out, and threw them at the Japanese soldiers opposite.

The grenade bundle whistled in the wind, flew over the open space in front of the position, and then fell into the position of the third squad.

"Get out of the way!"

When they saw a bunch of grenades still rolling in the trench, the faces of the special attack team members suddenly changed, and they shouted, "Bomb, flash light!" ”

A dozen or so close people jumped out of the trenches, dodging the impending explosion, while those farther away also ducked down to temporarily avoid the shrapnel that might fly.

For a moment, the sound of gunfire weakened, and the suppressed fighters greatly reduced their pressure, quickly rose from the trenches, raised their guns and fired.!

With a loud bang, the position of the third squad was blown up, and there was a lot of dust everywhere, mixed with stones splashing, and the dust obscured people's vision.

Zheng Zeshi stood up with a light machine gun, and he roared, "Follow me and retake the position." After saying that, he rushed forward at the front.

Behind him, more than a dozen fighters with guns also stood up and followed, shooting while rushing to the position of the third squad.

Although they jumped out at the last moment, two of the special attackers were slightly injured, and they didn't bother to bandage their wounds, and raised their submachine guns to shoot a fierce shot, knocking over the two fighters.

Zheng Zeshi roared and rushed forward, but suddenly his right leg seemed to be bitten by something, and then he lost consciousness, and without the support of his right leg, his body shook and fell to the ground.

With a pop, Zheng Zeshi knelt on one knee, he reached out and touched it, and found that his palms were full of blood, knowing that he had been shot, but he frowned, stood up again, used his left leg as a support, and still limped forward.

The light machine gun in his hand spewed tongues of fire, and smoke rose from the opposite position, and someone fell.

Poof. A bullet pierced his left calf again and flew out of his belly, leaving a bloody hole, and he couldn't stand anymore and rolled over and fell to the ground.

"Grandma's, I'm fighting with you!" Zheng Zeshi struggled on the ground to grab the machine gun, leaned on a sandbag and raised the machine gun again.

The devil seemed to be trying to torture him, and this time the bullet pierced his shoulders, making him unable to hold the machine gun anymore, and he fell to the ground with his hand.

His body fell to the ground softly, and although Zheng Zeshi tried his best to support his body, his injured hands and feet made him unable to do anything, and he struggled for a long time without success.

At this time, all the soldiers who charged with Zheng Zeshi were sacrificed in the hands of Nobunaga's special attack team, and the troops of the devils on the iron bridge and the stone bridge had already rushed across the bridge and came to the position of Zheng Zeshi's platoon, and it seemed that the position could not be defended.

There were still sporadic gunshots on the battlefield, which were still alive soldiers resisting to the death, but it was estimated that they would not last long.

The figure flashed in front of him, and two soldiers dressed in special combat uniforms suddenly jumped out from behind the broken fortifications and rushed in front of Zheng Zeshi.

Looking at Platoon Commander Zheng, who was seriously injured, the two devils exchanged glances with each other, "Let's end his life." Then they raised their submachine guns together.

"Come on, little devil, I'm going to kill you in my next life." Zheng Zeshi roared loudly and struggled to support his battered body.

Da-da, the sound of submachine guns echoed violently in the night sky!

Zheng Zeshi's platoon flanked the flanks on both sides of the platoon, which were the positions of the first platoon and the second platoon, and they were a little farther away from the Lugou Bridge, so they were not attacked by the Japanese army for the time being.

This attack was originally not expected by the Japanese army, they thought that the Chinese army would not dare to fight back, so it was so arrogant that the two sides fought each other, and at first they did not take any advantage.

Listening to the gunfire in the area of Lugou Bridge in front of them, the first platoon leader and the second platoon leader were very anxious, they had a good relationship with Zheng Zeshi, and of course they also knew the order issued by Shangfeng not to shoot back, so they were in a dilemma.

"Lao Zhao, what do you say this is called, the little devil is tossing with us in front, we don't even dare to open the gun, just watching Zheng Yandao be wiped out by the devil, what a fucking nest." The second platoon commander and the first platoon leader got together at this time and watched the battle ahead together.

Both of them were worried about Zheng Zeshi, not to mention that the devil had stationed a large army in the area of the Dragon King Temple on the other side of the river, and he would definitely not be able to defeat him. Even if you beat the Japanese devils and disobey the orders above, this crime is definitely very serious, and you will be shot if you don't make trouble.

From this point of view, whether Zheng Zeshi wins or loses, I am afraid that he will not be able to escape a bad fate.

Hearing what the second platoon commander said, the first platoon commander also nodded in agreement and sighed, "Lao Zheng is this bull's temper, because how many times has he caused trouble, otherwise he is still a small platoon commander, and the regiment commander would have been a long time ago." ”

The second platoon leader patted his head, "Grandma's, it feels really bad to see the devil bullying our own people like this." ”

The platoon leader stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder, and persuaded, "No way, Lao Deng, bear with me, who told us to have a boss above, let others take care of it, listen to others." ”

The two men were silent, and both watched in silence the battle ahead.

The gunfire gradually stopped, and it seemed that the battle ahead was over.

A sharp-eyed soldier suddenly shouted, and at the same time stretched out his hand and pointed, "Platoon commander, the plaster flag of the devil has been raised in the third platoon position." ”

"Where?" When the two platoon commanders heard this, they all rushed to the fortifications, picked up their binoculars and looked at the positions of the third platoon.

Sure enough, the three rows of military flags had been put down, replaced by a rising plaster flag.

"Grandma's, Lao Zheng is finished!" The two men roared.

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