The devils have already appeared, which is not comparable to those security forces, they are not advancing in a haphazard manner, but advancing sparsely and sporadically in detachments and small groups, with standard tactical movements and obscene, under the cover of machine guns, like a group of cunning gophers in the open field.

The tower noticed that the boss's machine gun in the bridgehead was not returning the color to the devil machine gun that suppressed him as usual, and his trajectory had been patrolling intermittently in the open field, pounced on every suspected grenadier position, forcing the obscene targets to stop moving, and then causing the devil's machine gun to suppress the bridgehead even more violently.

I don't know why, the bear suddenly felt very sad, the bear suddenly felt that the boss was very pitiful, more pitiful than his unlucky bear, pitiful like that lonely bridgehead, still holding on in the cold wind, unyieldingly spitting tongues of fire. This unfortunate world of smoke everywhere! When is it a head! His grandmother!

A soldier leaned against the bunker pit, holding a machine gun magazine in his hand to press the bullet, and found that the bear's complexion was worse than just now, and couldn't help asking: "Benefactor, what's wrong with you?" ”

"Can your grandmother not be called by a benefactor! Lao Tzu is a platoon leader! Do you know Lao Tzu well? I'm going to call you to platoon long legs, and if you call me like that, I'll kick you to death now! Cheap bones! ”

The bear blew up the temple without warning, and the three warriors looked at him dumbfounded, completely ignorant of the situation, no one provoked him, how could he suddenly turn into a hideous face?

The machine gun was set up by the bear out of the bunker, the bear put the butt of the gun to his shoulder with a black face, he began to shoot at the opposite bank, although the distance was far away, he could still roughly distinguish the position of the devil's machine gun, this was the first time he calmed down and fired a point, like the boss fired three times in a row. The boss's machine gun is looking for the devil's grenadier, the bear's machine gun is looking for the devil's machine gun, the boss is for him, he wants to be the boss.

The cold wind whistled across the wasteland, the machine gun whistled and trembled, and soon, the bear's machine gun position successfully attracted the care of the devil's machine gun, the rain of bullets whistled, lifting the soil around the bear, splashing the snow in front of the bear's eyes, he felt the feeling of the broken earth hitting the bear's face for the first time, the first time he experienced the whistling in his ears, instead of flying high above his head, it felt very weird, his temples were numb, like a migraine. The boss always said that he had a headache, I don't know if it was like this, he felt so tired, and the machine gunner should not be a human job.

"Let's go! Change positions! Your grandma is fast...... Rubbish...... Grab the magazine! With dirty snow mixed with broken dirt, the bear slid down, cried out with his machine gun on his waist, and moved towards a nearby alternate bunker position, ready for the next wave of shooting. The five innocent and dirty backs staggered, but they were firmly determined by the continuous machine-gun fire in the bridgehead.

……

Gazi is a person without ideals, and he has been shattered by pressure.

Fortunately, after coming to the special operations platoon, he was no longer under pressure, and Lu Hang connived at everything about him, because even if he was connived, he was bound by his own pain and could not leave the sea of suffering. The unscrupulous little girl will threaten him from time to time, but that's different, because that's actually Gazi's subconscious willingness, if he doesn't want to, no one can threaten people who don't have ideals, and the teacher is useless, not to mention others.

This time, he came out with a total of thirty-six grenades, and two fighters helped him carry them.

Gazi, a person with depression and obsessive-compulsive disorder, is different from the tension of normal people, he sees the tension of gunpowder, and he is indifferent when he sees the smoke of gunpowder; He was nervous when he saw the enemy, because he was afraid that he would lose count of the number of people, but the rain of bullets fell on his ears.

The area left by the army was large, but instead of staying behind the diagonal defensive line, he slipped all the way to the north shore on the west side of the bridgehead, not far from the bridgehead. Kneeling alone in a low-lying snow pit, through the dry grass in the snow on the edge of the pit, he secretly observed the heads of several people on the battlefield on the opposite bank.

The devils who were advancing towards the south bank looked sparse and irregular, they moved alternately, spread very scattered, as if they wanted to cover the grenadier group to reach the distance that could target the remote machine gun position of the tower, but it was not very successful, when building this bridgehead, many topographical factors were considered, so that the maximum circumferential open range of the base could be controlled, away from the high ground and low lying that could be used by the attackers, the open and flat terrain caused the grenadier to be taken care of by the bridgehead all the time, and could not get close.

However, the sensible Gazi is not paying attention to this now, he is staring at a small ridge not far from the south bridge, there are already a few obscene and creeping devils who have disappeared behind it, and there are still devils approaching there in a low-key manner. Gazi counted, there should have been sixteen devils behind the ridge, and it seemed to be seventeen, all of them were riflemen, and they never showed their heads after that.

Rally before the charge! The devil is going to sing the routine that the security army has performed again, but the devil's charge will not be as easy to deal with as the security army, and now the two machine gun groups have been exposed, and the devil's suppressive fire is not fully opened, and even the heavy machine gun has not sounded until now, which is paralyzing the defense, and at the same time brewing a fire rainstorm.

Gazi understood, and he was not in a hurry, because there were still a few devils approaching behind the ridge, and it seemed that they were going to make up enough for twenty.

"Twenty-four."

The two warriors who were honestly squatting in the snow pit were blinded by Gazi's cold words.

Feeling that the two nervous warriors in the pit behind him didn't understand, Gazi added in a low voice without looking back: "Swing twenty-four grenades out." ”

Then his gaze slowly turned to the stone bridge deck, staring at the lonely corpse of the puppet army in the middle of the bridge. The bridgehead left out the puppet army who pretended to be dead, and Gazi, an audience with obsessive-compulsive disorder, did not forget, while waiting for the devil to charge, he was thinking, the guy who pretended to be dead...... Will you be lucky? There are not many enemies who can survive under the machine gun of the company commander, should we wish him good luck?

The stormtroopers were basically in place, and the last three devils were crawling towards the ridge.

The Devil Soldier Cao is very happy that he can become the captain of the stormtrooper and lead these twenty devils to glory. Jun Cao is a veteran, and at the same time he is also a believer in bushido, he doesn't think this charge will be difficult, there are only two fire points on the opposite bank, only two Czech light machine guns, before the charge is launched, all the machine gun groups on his side, including the heavy machine guns, will suddenly start to attack, suppressing the two machine guns on the opposite bank is not a problem, just a bridge, only need the enemy's two machine guns to not raise their heads in more than ten seconds, and they rushed over, and the casualties will not be large.

The only thing he was worried about was the position in the middle of the enemy line on the opposite bank, where a few riflemen were obscenely covered, and after rushing across the bridge, they might cause some trouble, because the north end of the bridge was within range of their grenades, but it was also under the nose of the bridgehead, and casualties would not delay him from pulling out the pillbox with grenades.

The soldiers lying next to him were obviously nervous, they had recently crossed the ocean to replenish them, curled up in the snow behind the ridge, and their guns were shaking slightly.

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