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There is also a small temple near Zhangjia Town, the small one can no longer be small, half a person high; The broken ones can no longer be broken, the three stone slabs have no top, and they are dedicated to the mountain gods, and no one cares about them for eight hundred years.

But last night, someone swept away the snow and brushed the mottled mud of this small temple.

The mountain of Zhangjiazhen is in the same vein as Kongzhuang, a god.

As soon as the morning dawned, the devil left Zhangjia Town with the puppet army and went west into the mountains. As soon as the front foot left, the back foot, an incense burner appeared on the cold flat stone altar of this small temple, I don't know who put it, and I don't know who burned a stick of incense there.

In the cold wind, the incense ash broke off and disappeared with the wind.

Before it burned out, a jagged and trembling hand appeared, and the second incense stick was put into the incense burner.

On the third and fourth burns, there are more and more incense in the incense burner, so much so that the broken small incense burner can no longer hold it, and there are still people continuing.

Later, on the road to here in Zhangjiazhen, there were more and more silent figures, whether they were old or sick.

The incense ash continued to drift in the cold wind, mixing with the snow on the ground, mixing with more and more footprints; The cigarette drifted in the cold wind, mixed with murmuring prayers, silent curses, and occasional low weeping......

Objectively speaking, the decisive move of the second lieutenant of the devil on the bank of the river was correct. The victory of the battle is made up of one chance at a time, and whoever gets the most chances wins, and sometimes even one chance is enough. Opportunity is like a meteor, fleeting, not so easy to get, so there is a saying that indecision delays the fighter.

The thinking of the devil lieutenant is the standard military thinking, but unfortunately, he is not facing a pure soldier at all, but a bear man who carries a gun and eats with rice.

The second lieutenant of the devil thinks about how to win, and the bear thinks that Lao Tzu is unlucky to be like this, what do you want to do with dog X? Don't let Lao Tzu live?

The ultimate goal of the devil lieutenant is the bunker, Xiong Xin said that it seems to be so, you also want to take the bunker when you make flowers, right? I'm afraid of you, I can't beat you, don't stop me, can I help you?

Therefore, the sandbag fortifications should be built closer to the east bank, so as to block the fire of the stone houses in the west, and it is also convenient for the devils who rushed over to move in nearby, so as not to lie on the riverbank and shoot the fragile heart of the dead bear who is stealing the south for a while; In addition, the sandbag fortifications should be built closer to the bunker, as far north as possible, just at the edge of the maximum throwing range of the grenade, in the bunker obliquely to the right rear side, and is the blind spot of the bunker's line of sight, an excellent attack starting point, if the attacker does not fight the idea of the sandbag fortification, he must lack the heart, the bear is really helping, and sincerely selling the position to the devil.

The difficult work of selling positions is familiar to the one ear and the rebel who has just become a revolutionary, and under the coercion of the bear, he devotes himself to the acting skills realistically, and almost treats the devil as an eight-way.

Opportunities can also be traps!

The devil lieutenant didn't have the heart to think about why the vanguard team had no follow-up reaction after entering the fortifications, what he had to do now was to stride forward with the main force of the squad, breaking the ice and kicking the snow, and rushing to the east bank of the wine station in one breath, and rushing to the safe low ground not far below the sandbag.

"Watanabe!" He was half-lying on the bank of the river and shouted to the sandbag fortifications not far away: "What are you doing?" Now report the location of that light machine gun! At the same time, he waved his hand behind him, signaling the second group to move towards the sandbag fortifications.

A devil tried to stand up by pulling the sandbag next to him, but one of his leg bones had been broken by a bullet and he couldn't stand up at all. Hearing the second lieutenant's voice, he suddenly shouted hoarsely with all his might: "Don't come in! They are despicable! Shameless! They don't deserve to be soldiers! It's a trap! Watanabe Juncao has ......"

Dada...... Another machine-gun magazine began to rattle, seemingly accompanied by a faint voice: "Grandma's is still alive?" What is this nonsense? Is this a big deal that spoils Lao Tzu? Don't bring such a scum ......".

Puff puff...... Once again, a strange and terrifying piercing sound began to sound in the sandbag fortifications.

The sandbags were being shot, the corpses were also being shot, and the ground inside the fortifications was completely red, with blood mixed with snow, bright red and red; As a convulsion disappeared, there was another pair of dead eyes.

The second lieutenant of the devil was a little confused, only a dozen meters away from the sandbag fortifications, but he couldn't see the situation. But his intuition told him that the Watanabe group was finished! Say it's a trap, but can't understand what kind of trap it is, no matter what, you have to choose to believe your own people's words, and shout at the second group approaching the sandbag fortifications: "Stop!" ”

……

"I'm a grandma! Why is there still someone calling? Give me another magazine! The bear who was obscene behind the machine gun in the corner of the house looked at the toad with a worried face, and the muzzle of the machine gun that had emptied the magazine again was still smoking.

"Squad leader, this voice doesn't seem to be shouted from the fortifications, it should be behind the back, the riverbank, right?" Xu Xiao poked out the dirty face of the crooked steel helmet from the corner of the house with a cold snot, and walked towards the fortifications with the bear.

"If you want to say that...... Another wave? Little devil, that **** leg is not as long as you? Can you run so fast? ”

At this time, a cat-eared cat sneakily ran over from the south end, and leaned on the wall of the house behind Luo Fugui's feet, panting: "Come here, come here!" Now it's not far from the fortifications, and it hasn't gone around to the south, more than twenty. There are more than a dozen, which seem to be machine-gun grenadiers or something, and they are being closed downstream. ”

"Oh? Is the relationship really over? So why haven't you entered the circle until now? I'll go...... His grandmother's little devil just now is really not good to call! This mourning star! Sure enough, Lao Tzu's big thing is ruined! ”

Xiong was even more uneasy, with a bitter and bitter expression, this expression did not last for three seconds, and suddenly lowered his ugly eyebrows: "Alas, what a sin!" Small, cover your ears. ”

As he spoke, the bear let go of the machine gun and covered his ears, staring in the direction of the fortifications; Xu Xiao also covered his ears and continued to accompany Xiong to stare in the direction of the fortifications; One ear also leaned over and poked his head out, covered his ear, and looked nervously in the direction of the fortifications with the two of them.

"Grandma, isn't it enough for you to cover one! What is pretending to be all about people? ”

"Platoon commander, what are you talking about?"

The bear suddenly shouted triumphantly: "Mouse! Set! ”

A second, two seconds, several seconds...... Nothing happened.

"Mouse! Set fire now! Are you dead? ”

Still nothing happens.

The three guys who covered their ears in the corner and stared stupidly have become sculptures in the cold wind, what is the situation? This is not the right way with the script? What about surprises?

"Your grandma!"

A minute ago, east of the sandbag fortifications, on the beach on the riverbank more than ten meters away, more than twenty devils were lying here, quietly watching their ensign, waiting for orders.

The lieutenant's gaze fell on a patch of snow not far in front of him, which he thought looked a little strange, it was a leaf of snow that had been turned over, or...... It's just covered snow.

He forgot about his surroundings for a moment, focused on his gaze, prostrated forward a few times, stretched out his gloved hand, and pushed the snow away, revealing a piece of rope.

Gently clamping this rope, he pushed it back, two, three, four meters, and finally reached the end of the rope, so he began to pull the snow again, revealing the small sand pit under the snow, and also revealing a bundle of grenades in the sand pit, all the fuses were tied to the end of the rope.

In an instant, the cold hair on his back stood upside down, his eyes were straight, he grabbed the rope tightly, and said in a panic: "Bayonet!" ”

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