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This is what Lu Airlines calls 'facing the back'.

The bear's machine gun rang out, he didn't shout the order, and directly took the fight as the firing signal of the battle group on the north side, it stands to reason that his peers are enemies, he should hit the devil's machine gun group first, this bear is more afraid of the grenadier, so he first greeted the back of the target who was lying on his waist and did not carry the gun, with the tremor of the Czech machine gun, the ugly bear face subconsciously smiled and did not know it.

One ear is the bear's secondary shooter, but now he is also lying on the bear's side with a three-eight cover and shooting at the backs on the roadbed, aiming so much that his eyes are about to fall off.

Waste volunteered to be a loader for the bear, and he had no interest in knowing what the devils' backs were like, huddled in the mud puddle behind the bushes to fill the machine gun magazine, muttering to the shooting bear that he didn't want to be a soldier next time.

The little monkey was the bear's observer, nearly ten meters away from the bear's machine gun position, lying in the mud and constantly pushing the muddy steel helmet on his head, and suddenly shouted with snot bubbles: "Platoon commander, the devil's machine gun in the west has turned around!" ”

"Grandma, I just ran out...... You're missing an ear...... Beat your grandma! Magazine alas...... I'm going to ...... Let's cover it up first! ”

The voice of the waste also suddenly rose: "I said that the goods were lacking, you don't believe it!" He's a good material for the top soldiers! ”

"You get out too!" The bear's voice was louder, and it drowned out the machine gun sound of the devils.

Bullets are flying in opposite directions, facing south and north, north and south, regardless of whether they are enemies or us. The devil caught in the middle had never seen such a despicable battle, and when he figured out the situation, he had already fallen alive and dead, and the rest desperately slipped out of the roadbed to drill a mud pit, and returned fire to the south was the target, and if he wanted to survive, he could only abandon the south and face the north first......

The disease of the torrent, as for the drifters, the potential is also; The disease of the bird, as for the destroyer, the festival also. It is a good fighter, its potential is dangerous, and its knots are short. The momentum is like a crossbow, and the knots are like a start. - Sun Wu

The rain stopped for a short time, and then it fell again, as fine as a cow's hair, three or five or seven drops.

A tuft of sewage lying quietly on the road, dotted with staggered halos, reflected in the murky water surface of the Mei 17 road sign, shaking, no longer clear.

There were figures with guns on their backs who went on the road in twos and threes, and fell on the road to rest, ignoring the rain and mud.

Later, some people stood next to the Mei 17 road sign in twos and threes, looking down at the ground, because the predecessors had left words on the road, written with bayonets, the words were very large, very deep, and the penmanship was very elegant.

The viewer struggled to make out it, and after a long time, someone shouted, "I know it all!" So he turned around and called the company commander.

"The head of the regiment left us an order! It was the head of the regiment who left us an order! I want our second company to wait here! ”

When the tired company commander heard the sound, he came to the Mei 17 road sign, brushed aside the onlookers, and looked down at the ground.

There are five dragon flying phoenix dance characters drawn by bayonets on the road: Cai Qing, you wait!

The rain fell and fell, as fine as a cow's hair, three or five or seven drops.

……

The whistling whistle is getting clearer and closer, signaling that it is about to land.

Another violent tremor in the mud, a fierce flight, a rain of mud, in the dark background sprinkled the ground shattered, large pieces fell on the raincoat, knocking.

He stared at a clump of muddy grass at the edge of the pit, wondering why he could still see green, shouldn't everything be gray?

With your back against the mud, your head resting on the mud, and the mud in your arms, is it always painful, lost, and lost at such a time?

In the clamor of machine guns, there were screams of pain; In the noise of machine guns, there was also the sound of gunfire from the east, faintly, he seemed to be unable to hear it anymore, only to feel that the mud behind him trembled again.

All that reverberated in my head was the echoing whistle, the ballistic whistle, the whistling of shells, sluggish, harsh.

Feeling his shoulder being torn and turning his face in the mud, Wang Qiang's anxiety was close at hand, and he could see that he was shouting in the hustle and bustle, but he couldn't hear it.

The clever apprentice let go of the hand that was tugging at his shoulder and continued to repeat the shout anxiously while beginning to wave a simple gesture in front of him: eastward. Fight. East-facing. Fall back.

Boom - the sound of the explosion thunderclap into the ears, as if suddenly setting off a stormy wave, instantly extinguishing all the whistles in my mind, bursting the embankment, and suddenly clearing up the water.

The sound of heavy machine guns, light machine guns, the roar of mortar shells, the roar of infantry guns, the sound of bullets passing through the air, the sound of mud rain falling into the water, Wang Qiang's anxious voice was clearly mixed: "Brother, it's time to withdraw!" Brother, do you hear that? It's time to withdraw! Wake up! I'm going to do it for you! Don't force me to leave you! Don't push me like that! Brother ......"

"Command it for me. Withdraw. East. As many as there are, you have to go to support the horse's legs. ”

Suddenly speaking, Wang Qiang was stupid, crooked in the mud puddle and couldn't believe it, the brim of his hat was dripping with muddy water, and the mud slid down the side of his face, staining the scar on his face.

looked at each other, and then he smiled, and laughed as easily as relief under the mud and rain; Then Wang Qiang also laughed, and under the mud and rain, he laughed and cried, but the mud mixed with the curly brim could not be seen.

……

Straight sections, under the road, on the north side, muddy to muddy, wild grass to shrubs, 38 big covers to 38 big covers, crooked handles to Czech, more than 30 devils, more than a dozen eight roads, are all going crazy.

Don't look at this small battlefield, there are not many people, even if you count the group of horse legs on the south side of the road, it is only thirty against thirty, but this skirmish is fierce and abnormal, because the devil is in adversity and desperate.

The rapidity of the gunfire said it all, the horse was in a hurry, gave up the idea of diagonally copying west or east, and led the whole team directly to the north, approaching the road with stray bullets in the opposite direction, and he wanted to go to the south side of the road under the roadbed and throw grenades across the road to the north! The stray bullets that flew were all fired by the iron tower in the north, so they could only try their best to keep their posture low and occasionally crawl or climb in reverse, but they couldn't get up fast.

The situation has been completely clear, the devil knows that the eight roads on the south side of the highway are more than a dozen guns, and he also knows that the north side is a dozen guns plus two light machine guns, and it is impossible to shoot south at present, the devil squad leader guessed that the eight roads on the south side will definitely not be indifferent, it must be approaching the road, and soon, the north side of the roadbed will become a hell of grenades, and continue to nest under the roadbed is waiting for death!

So the devils attacked, and compared to the eight roads on the north side, two light machine guns against two light machine guns, the number of rifles was doubled, and they did not hesitate to push north. However, he couldn't rush up, his eyes were full of barren grass and shrubs and mud puddles, only the guns rang out and there was no figure, two Czech machine guns were there, and the pigs were looking for death, so they could only use the barren grass and shrubs to cover the crawling forward, and the speed was also not fast.

Both sides relied on machine guns to support, and all the rifles were desperately firing rapidly, in order to support the machine guns and fill the gap in the period when the machine guns were interrupted, they could not see the target, and could only shoot bullets at the other side's guns again and again, shooting at the shaking bushes and wild grass. Lying on their stomachs and prostrate, whistling and whistling, the grass and leaves shaking, quickly crossing and tearing, penetrating and penetrating, one after another.

Two Czech machine guns were at opposite ends of the array line, one operated by the bear and the other operated by a company of reinforcements. The new Heavy was inexperienced, he was slow to change positions, and he was blinded by the two crooked machine guns of the devil, and the Heavy was reloaded. The co-shooter operating the Czech machine gun, with poor timing, unable to see the target at all, and habitually reluctant to waste bullets, is losing its firepower value and is about to become an ornament.

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