Chapter 350: Listen to the swan song of the ages again

A gunshot rang out, the three-headed Jiao was suddenly frightened, and fell to the ground, even Mo Xiaosheng, who crawled out of the rain of bullets, was shocked by the sudden sound of gunfire from the dead silence, and his heart tightened, and his whole body trembled.

"I killed one." Feng Han quickly pulled the bolt, pushed out the cartridge case, loaded the bullet, and continued to maintain the shooting posture, looking for the next target: "This grandson poked his head out, as if to observe whether we were leaving, and let me catch it." ”

"Did you really kill one?" The three-headed Jiao doesn't believe it very much, a normal person, it is difficult to imagine how a person with night vision can see things clearly in the black light.

No one answered, and the three-headed Jiao was bored, snorted coldly, lay on the bunker, and looked near the cave opposite, hoping to find something.

The earth fell silent again, and only the whining of the wind across the treetops gently wrapped around my ears.

"This is not the way, it seems that the little devil is fighting with us for endurance, once the sky is bright, we will become turtles in the urn." Mo Xiaosheng saw through the thoughts of the Japanese army.

"Then, let's withdraw, do we have to let the little devils arrest us as turtles? When the turtle is not still playing, Lao Tzu should not be a turtle. The three-headed Jiao muttered quietly.

Mo Xiaosheng pursed his lips and thought for a moment: "Feng Han, you have a target shot according to the situation, and the third uncle and I will shoot indiscriminately, and then listen to my order and withdraw quickly." Third uncle, do you understand? "Tell the three-headed Jiao again.

"I'm not deaf, my ears are good." The three-headed Jiao opened the noses of the two barge guns and was ready to shoot.

Mo Xiaosheng put three melons* in front of him and yelled: "Fight." "Be the first to fire.

After firing three shots in a row, Mo Xiaosheng shouted: "Prepare to retreat." ”

"I—I just fired two shots, and the bullets haven't run yet." The three-headed Jiao shouted aggrievedly: "I'll grab two more robberies." ”

"Withdraw." Mo Xiaosheng yelled. The three-headed Jiao didn't know how precious the bullet was for the fighters of the United Nations, but Mo Xiaosheng knew it very well. In each battle, the fighters were only given five rounds of ammunition, and only three were fired, leaving two rounds.

The recruits have a lot of opinions about this, and the veterans know that the two shots left are for life-saving. Because it is not necessary to win every battle, you can enrich yourself with weapons and ammunition from the enemy. If the battle is lost, and the enemy is encountered during the retreat, a gun without bullets is no different from a burning stick.

"Withdraw, withdraw, fire, fire what?" The three-headed Jiao hugged and bent, and he didn't know when he had a feeling of fear for his good niece and son-in-law. It can't be said to be afraid, fear is not very appropriate, it should be awe, yes is awe.

Mo Xiaosheng pulled out the insurance*, knocked it on the ground, and threw it towards the opposite side.

After the three* exploded on the opposite side, under the cover of gunsmoke, Mo Xiaosheng shouted: "Withdraw." ”

These three * Mo Xiaosheng is also reluctant, these things are not easy to seize, so they are thrown out without a goal, which is distressing. But don't throw it is not only that it will give the other party a chance to take advantage of when retreating, but more importantly, Mo Xiaosheng has other ideas, that is, throwing bricks and attracting jade, although this word is not very appropriate, but this is the meaning, because Mo Xiaosheng must know the security force at the mouth of this canyon.

* The explosion really played its due role, and a ghost cry of a Japanese commander sounded on the opposite side, and more than a dozen guns at the same time, "da-da, da-da" strafed and pursued Mo Xiaosheng in their direction.

Judging from the gunshots, Mo Xiaosheng judged that this was all German-made MP40*. More than a dozen MP40*, more than the firepower configuration of a company of the Anti-Union. Mo Xiaosheng smacked his tongue secretly and vowed to get his hands on these equipment.

It's one thing to think, it's another thing to do. The question now is that it's not the time to get these dozen MP40*s, it's up to them to see if they have the life to get out of here.

More than a dozen MP40*, shooting wildly, formed a dense and unventilated firepower network, trapping Mo Xiaosheng and them firmly, and there was no chance to raise their heads, withdraw, how to withdraw?

What brought a huge crisis to Mo Xiaosheng was an open field in front of him, this open land was obviously caused by man, and there were woods about thirty meters opposite the open land, that is to say, as long as they passed through this open land, they would be safe.

The three-headed Jiao followed back at that time, and when he told Mo Xiaosheng about such a place, Mo Xiaosheng felt that it was a trap. A trap dug for sneak attackers who can't save themselves.

Thirty meters, under normal circumstances, is the distance that can be passed at the time of a fart. But now for Mo Xiaosheng and them, this is a death zone, a chasm that cannot be crossed.

Fortunately, Mo Xiaosheng and the place where they are now have a dirt ridge, and the bullets that come from the whistle either hit the dirt ridge and hit the dust. Either dragged the bright red tail and flew over Mo Xiaosheng's head.

In other words, Mo Xiaosheng and they are safe for the time being. However, the little devil who was fanned out was only less than fifty meters away from them. Fifty meters, for the pursuing Japanese army, is a matter of three or two minutes.

"Grandma's, I'm fighting with you." The danger was getting closer and closer, and the three-headed Jiao, who was overwhelmed by the other party, finally couldn't bear it anymore, and roared angrily and fired a machine gun behind him.

A volley of bullets from the Japanese army hit, and he hurriedly crawled back to the same place, humming and panting, looking unwilling.

Feng Han is very calm, as long as Mo Xiaosheng is there, he will not panic when the sky falls. Hold the gun steadily, waiting for Mo Xiaosheng's order.

Mo Xiaosheng hugged the gun and lay on his back behind the ridge: "There are a total of fourteen German* and one king eight shells. ”

Feng Han glanced at Mo Xiaosheng obliquely, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He could never figure out what material his instructor was made of, no matter when, he never panicked, and always looked like he was ready to go.

Gently move your body and adjust your breathing. He guessed that Mo Xiaosheng was looking for an opportunity for Yihe, no, he should be waiting for an opportunity. Something his instructor never dared to take a chance, and it was the same this time.

As for what form this opportunity would take, Feng Han couldn't think of it. But he knew that opportunity would come up very quickly. He was convinced that the opportunity to reverse the disadvantage was created by his instructors themselves, and only his instructors knew when this opportunity would arise.

After analyzing the firepower deployment of the peripheral emergency squad of the little devil, Mo Xiaosheng suddenly sang loudly: "Bright girl seventeen or eighteen, tender cucumber, yellow flower, I have the heart to chat with you, but I don't know what you are thinking?" ”

A sense of subtlety rose from Feng Han's heart, and he remembered that Mo Xiaosheng had told him that a martyr named Hao Liang of the Anti-United Nations Special Forces team sang this song before his death, and this song had been sung by the Anti-United Nations fighters for the ages.