Qiu Banxian, this is the name of fortune telling, he is not a real fortune teller, he is just tired of the sound of gunfire, even if he lives like a dog, as long as he can stay away from death and blood; So he fled, Zhangjia Town was too close, and the village of fallen leaves was not good, and he was afraid of being caught in the county seat, but he met the old troops in Songxi Town, and he thought that he could live a happy life without backbone, but unfortunately, he went to the battlefield again.

So he regretted that he should have gone further, but he thought that no matter how far he went, he was destined to join the next army, otherwise he would not have lived; Some colleagues said that the south side fought more badly, died more, and there was no end of the world at all.

He has never been so confused, even desperate, the fortune teller is in a daze, and at the same time he briefly talks about everything he knows, the mission plan of the department, the deployment of the devil's troops and follow-up arrangements, etc.

A bayonet into the flesh sounded, and then it was withdrawn, accompanied by the painful inhalation sound of the lungs pulled back to reality, bringing the fortune teller back to reality, indicating that another person who came back with water behind the curtain fell, it was Wang Qiang who did it, he had been stuck in the back room and waiting for the rabbit, and he had just solved the last fool who came back.

The heavy machine gun will not easily blend into the alleyway, and the most likely is to follow the open attack on the main street, and this drinking machine will sooner or later force people to come out to find water, and whoever carries the bucket will come from the machine gun position, this is how Lu Hang found here, although this heavy machine gun has not been fired since entering the town.

"Wait." Lu Hang suddenly interrupted the fortune teller's narration: "You said that the county detective team is also there?" Who leads the team? ”

"It's a vice-captain, and it seems to be surnamed Li. Because we came in from the west, the devils put the only heavy plane on the east side, and a small team was deployed in each of the north, east, and south directions, and the encirclement force was insufficient, and the detective team was placed behind us on the west side. ”

Lu Hang stood up, looked outside the shop and listened to the gunshots, and suddenly there was the sound of running on the street outside the door, slipping through the wall and approaching here, making the M1932 in Lu Hang's hand habitually raise the muzzle of the gun slightly.

"Full warehouse! Full Stock! You're ......."

A second lieutenant of the security army appeared at the door of the shop in embarrassment, and before he finished scolding, he was stunned by the muzzle of the gun pointed at him in the shop, this scene only stopped for half a second, the muzzle flame of the M1932 flashed clearly and instantly, the second lieutenant's head trembled backwards, one eye became a bloody hole in an instant, and the corpse fell heavily on the street, his expression was stunned for eternity, and the bubbling pavement was blood-red.

"Your name is Mancang?" The cold gaze turned to the captive hanging his head in the corner, and Lu Hang was about to make the final clearance.

The fortune teller realized what was going to happen, this was not a place to keep prisoners, he knew what kind of virtuous guy Lu Hang was, and he wanted to intercede for Mancang, but the words were choked in his throat and couldn't speak, and he held his breath more and more urgently.

Man Cang also realized what this sentence meant, this murderous person didn't need an answer at all, it was just a message of death to him.

"My name is Mancang. I'm a machine gunner. And also...... Don't you count on ...... I'm not going to shoot the brothers in the back. Don't you expect ......" A drop of dirty sweat slid down the low-hanging cheeks of the young man, leaving clear marks on the young dirty face, his temples throbbing from the extreme tension that preceded death, his voice low and trembling, trying not to raise his head or look at the executioner.

After a few seconds, some people couldn't even hear the gunshots, and only felt oppressive silence.

"It's a pity. I'm also a machine gunner. ”

Man Cang closed his eyes, unable to control the increasingly rapid breathing rate, and the gunfire was slow to sound, so he had a premonition that a bayonet would cut his neck, but his neck had been numb and numb, and before the nerve was about to burst, he gritted his teeth and opened his eyes and raised his head, only to find that the executioner had leaned over the heavy machine gun, and was opening the tool box under the hind tripod cushion and taking out the rubber funnel.

"Xiong Bao you deputy, give me water first. Wang Qiang went out to set up a police post. ”

Seeing that she was not assigned duties, the little girl ran to the wall to drag the ammunition box, was stumbled heels of great dissatisfaction, and shouted dissatisfiedly to the fortune teller who had not returned to his senses: "Help! Are you really willing to be a prisoner? Then she ran into the curtain and tossed around, pulling everything she could to move and throwing it outside the door, and the tubs, tables, chairs, and bedding were a mess of things that soon became a simple bunker by the door.

The heavy machine gun tripod was placed on the threshold, but it was not straight, and the rear tripod with the cushion was clearly deflected outwards by a distance, crooked. The tower was puzzled, but he didn't ask much at this time, and only worked hard; Mitsukura glanced at it, he understood why, he wasn't a machine gunner, he wasn't physical enough, at first he was just a snot soldier with a heavy machine gun, and he became the last real machine gunner in the team. Master told him that the real old fritter would not be stupid enough to sit on that cushion and shoot, and at the critical moment, he could not lower his body and withdraw from his position, so he could only eat the bullet upright, so he put the rear tripod to the side appropriately and operated it in a kneeling position, so as not to get in the way of the hindrance.

There was a clatter, and the bear unfurled a long strip of two hundred and fifty rounds, and whispered something unhappily. In Mankura's eyes, this bear is more like a heavy machine gunner, but this bear seems to be very unfamiliar with heavy machine guns, which makes Mancang wonder if everything he saw before is a coincidence? He looked at Lu Hang, who was behind the machine gun.

The pull handle of the Min II quadruple machine gun is different from the general, the bullet loading needs to be pushed forward, the bullet feeding mechanism is pushed by the left walking plate, the pull handle is not connected to the bullet supply mechanism, the bullet supply mechanism is complex, when loading the cartridge belt, it needs to pull the cartridge belt to the left twice, and the pull handle also needs to be pushed forward twice, which seems to be loaded twice.

It's a pity that Lu Hang disappointed Mancang, who was more skilled in operation than Mancang's master, and this Min's second and fourth heavy machine guns were officially in place.

Tom tom ......

When the heavy machine guns howl wildly, it is always a relief to one side, but even so, it is not the second company that is guarding the central street entrance, but the security forces that attack the center street entrance. The whistling trajectory slammed straight into the wall of the building at the entrance of the street, tore from the left side of the first floor to the right, slammed into a window, and continued to move sideways to the next window or gap without change, and then climbed up arrogantly along the right side of the building, and the continuous and instantaneous craters created a waterfall of dust, and the poisonous snake circulated from the right side of the second floor to the left, shattering everything that passed.

The central street entrance was suppressed, the firing position facing the west side of the street was ravaged by the ballistics of heavy machine guns and could not poke out at all, some soldiers huddled under the windows and trembled, some soldiers lay on the floor in horror and shattered, and the platoon commander shouted hoarsely in a certain room: "Return fire!" Fight back! Gotta stand up! The enemy cannot be allowed to approach...... Three shifts! Three shifts! Prepare grenades ......"

But this is too difficult, especially for the second company full of recruits, it is too difficult, they have just been able to adapt to a fighting atmosphere, and a more violent storm trajectory is coming, the only thing to be thankful for is that this rampant trajectory has traces to follow, the brush is like a continuous line, and the terrifying momentum suppresses the hearts of all rookies.

A new round of offensive began, and amid the shouts and curses of the captains of the security forces, more and more figures flashed on the chaotic streets, taking advantage of the firing gaps brought by the suppression of heavy machine guns to advance obscenely on both sides of the street, and the line of attack was advancing meter after meter, and the assault group had already carried grenades, rope loops and fingers, about 70 meters, about 60 meters.

Suddenly, there were no more craters on the exterior of the building in front of them, but the heavy machine guns were still roaring in the rear. Take a hundred plating to read the latest chapter of "Crossing the Anti-Japanese 1936 Claw Book House" for free for the first time.