There was only the sound of explosions, because the explosions drowned out all sounds.

You can only see the bricks and tiles flying up and falling.

The smoke of gunpowder rose again, and rose continuously, and it was too late to be blown away by the wind.

The sky was dark, and the light in the smoke was getting dimmer and dimmer.

All the eyes that prayed for the coming of the night thought that it was the coming of the night, dark, very empty, very ethereal, and there was still a new black rising in the field of vision, and endless falling.

In the end, I couldn't tell if it was dark, or if it was dark with the smoke of gunpowder, or if I had closed my eyes and thought I was still alive.

In the rubble, the meditator buried his face in his wet military cap, curled up in pain, and coughed violently, almost suffocating.

The tremors of the ground made his mind clearer a little, and when he opened his wet eyes, he found that the smoke around him had faded, but the southeast direction had become dark and cloudy, and the detonation and flashing.

Even here, outside the shelling area, it was raining down on broken bricks, hitting his body again and again in pain, so that he could not perceive the new pain.

He wanted to stand up, but he had no strength because of the spasm just now, so he had to crawl in pain, trying to crawl to the place where the smoke had risen, and he wanted to be there.

The bloody hands clasped the broken dirt on the ground, gradually covered with gray and bright red, pulling his weak body, moving more than ten meters in the direction of the gunpowder smoke in the corpse and the trembling and jumping rubble.

He remembered that his medicine box was not there, so he changed directions and went looking for his medicine box.

Behind him, in the dissipating smoke, a dark shadow gradually emerged and swayed. Later, a dark mask under the steel helmet slowly emerges.

A devil pierced the convulsive man lying on the ground with a bayonet in front of the muzzle, pulled it out, raised the gas mask, and the two black mask lenses stared at the figure crawling in front of him, and raised the Tomosaka rifle in his hand, the bayonet in front of the muzzle was still dripping blood.

He seemed to notice that his target was unarmed, and he seemed to notice the almost indistinguishable red cross, so he let go of the trigger that was about to be pulled, and then lowered the muzzle of the gun.

However, the other mask next to him also noticed the target crawling in front of him, picked up his bayonet, and walked over step by step.

The meditator continued to crawl with difficulty, coughing, his collapsed state completely inaudible to the sound of heavy footsteps coming from behind, unaware that the bayonet was slowly lowering, getting closer and closer to him, and he only wanted to find his medicine box.

The devil finally stood behind the crawling health soldier, lowered his mask and looked down, raised his bayonet high, and a cold light flashed the blade, and the snow was bright.

Smack-

In the rumbling artillery fire, this gunshot was not crisp enough, but it was enough to wake up all the devils wearing gas masks. One by one, they twisted their expressionless masks and stared at the bayonet-wielding one in front of them, watching him fall on his back, poof—a large patch of floating ash.

There was a loud bang, there were devils shouting indistinctly behind their masks, there were devils looking for cover, there were devils raising their fingers in a courtyard next to them, and there were devils running to the side of the courtyard wall to outflank them.

"Rubbish! Climb in! The rag-masked, decrepit, suddenly stood up in a breach in the ruined wall, and began to fire rapidly, quickly pulling the bolt.

The devil panicked and rushed to the cat's waist on both sides of the alley, and immediately raised his gun to return fire after entering the sheltered position, and the target behind the gap only fired three shots quickly before shrinking and disappeared, and the muzzle of the Zhongzheng rifle poked out from the courtyard gate in the other direction.

Smack- Slap-

As soon as two shots were fired, Lu Hang, who was kneeling on the inner wall of the gate, was hit by the devil's return fire and was hit against the wall, and the gate crackled and ricocheted.

"Pull him in!" Hearing the sound of the devils pulling the bolt, Lu Hang tried to shoot again, only one shot was released, and three more shots were returned by the devils.

The decaying ghost at the gap in the courtyard wall quickly glanced out of the wall, and then flashed back to the wall, crackling - two shots were fired on the bricks of the gap, and the brick ash splashed the decaying ghost's face.

"I can't fucking reach that shit, he's too far away! Rubbish! You're crawling over here! Bad luck thing...... You're going to kill me sooner or later! cough cough cough ......"

Lu Hang was helpless, in this case, the devil should have reached the back of the side courtyard wall, and a grenade might fly into the courtyard at any time. Now you have to go back to the house and use the open rooms to change positions.

"Withdraw!" After the words fell, he put away his gun and rushed to the door of the house. The decaying ghosts on the edge of the gap in the courtyard wall ran into the house at the same time.

The fortune teller who was squatting under the window of the house poked his head out, looked at this scene, and suddenly opened his throat and shouted: "I'm injured!" Help me! ”

No one could believe that the health soldier could still stand up, whether it was Lu Hang or the decrepit ghosts, even those devils. However, the health soldier was rushing into the gate of the courtyard, and although he stumbled, he was actually rushing into the gate of the courtyard......

The smoke had been blown away by the wind, and the devil soldier Cao took off his gas mask and stared at the brick bungalow in front of him.

This is a four-door four-door four-family connected together, with four small courtyards side by side, and each house has the same layout inside and outside. The target was two, two rifles, plus the sanitary soldiers who miraculously stormed the gate, and now there were three, cowering in the courtyard on the west side.

The devils who have had the experience of tragic street battles have either been transferred away, or have already been promoted, although this military cao and his ghost soldiers are not recruits, but there are no people who have fought street battles in the ruins of the city.

However, in such a village, it is not a street battle in the strict sense, not to mention that this all-firepower crushing battle has actually ended, and now it is just a finishing battle, and the remaining pants are searched out and destroyed.

Entering the village to clean up the scene after the disaster was a squad of devils, divided into four roads and four squads in parallel, searching and fighting from the northwest to the southeast of the village along the direction of the wind.

Jun Cao's subordinates happened to be one squad, and they were one of the roads, and they had just lost their first devil because of a health soldier.

The current situation is basically clear, three living people with two guns, and they have been blocked in the house, so it's not a problem!

The devil army Cao waved his hand, one by one the devils jumped out of the temporary shelter again, the machine gun team stood by, a group of three three-person rifle groups waited on the outside of the courtyard ∧gate, one group was sent by the army Cao to the alley outside the west courtyard wall to prepare to climb inside, and the remaining group of three cameras around the alley behind the house to prevent the target from escaping out the back window.

I didn't know that the four bungalows connected together in front of him had been opened up, and the devil army Cao Wuwu didn't have the nervousness just now, of course he had a reason not to be nervous, and the remnant target who was huddled in the house would be killed alive by the grenade, there was no suspense.

Lu Hang sat behind the wall next to the door, stared into the courtyard with his Zhongzheng rifle in his hand, and ordered in a low voice: "Decaying ghost, go to the back window and listen to the movement." Fortune telling, you take the health soldier to the next room first, and the two of us follow. You can't stay here, hurry up. ”

The prostrated sanitary soldier lay numbly on the floor of the house, staring blankly at the dilapidated ceiling without moving, as if quietly waiting for death.