Several puppet soldiers each hung a ** kettle and swore into the shallow pit, and they were forced by the second lieutenant to get water in this way.

The second lieutenant was anxious: "Okay, okay?" ”

With a bang, Mancang adjusted the direction of the heavy machine gun and half-knelt behind the handle of the machine gun: "I can make do for a while." ”

A puppet soldier who got his uniform wet because he was getting water complained: "What a thing! How can there be such a thing? It can kill us just by drinking water! Doesn't this play people! Next time you come out, you should bring a well! ”

"Shut up! Ready to start! The lieutenant began to raise his foot and kick people, letting the slackers around him into their respective positions, then craned his neck to observe the gunshot, and couldn't help but push the crooked brim of his hat and grinned: "Good fellow! Tubalu is very brave! ”

The ammunition hand hurried to the side of the heavy machine gun, handed over one end of the cartridge belt, took the cartridge belt and sent it to the bolt in the full warehouse, pushed the pull handle forward, pulled the cartridge belt to the left, and then neatly released the pull handle, pushed forward again, pulled the cartridge belt again, and released it again, with a crisp metal sound, the pull handle returned to its position; The ugly, heavy, still oozing and filthy drinking machine was officially in place, revealing a faint hideousness.

It was an indescribable, irreplaceable metallic hideousness! The oval metal nameplate riveted to the right side of the bolt glows with a cold glow, and is inscribed: 79 Makqin Heavy Machine Gun, A1527, made by Jinling Ordnance.

At this moment, Mancang's young face suddenly became a little stupid, and at the same time that this heavy machine gun was radiating a cold atmosphere, he seemed to be infected by this ugly machine, and he stupidly erected the ruler, and while grabbing the two grips with both hands, his left hand had habitually pulled the safety upward, and the machine gun directly entered the state of waiting for fire.

Whoever those targets were, he didn't have time to think about it now, an impulse instantly filled his heart, causing his right thumb to grip to tremble unnaturally, causing him to sink his shoulders and stare sharply behind the ruler, not wanting to wait for any bullshit orders, and finally pressed the trigger with his right thumb.

Tom tom to......m to

It was a very different sound, and it shocked everyone as soon as it appeared.

The extra-long canvas cartridge belt rolled into the bolt with a clatter, and the inexperienced co-shooter was dumbfounded and didn't know whether to reach out to help; The aid continuously spews out an invisible tongue of fire, blowing fine ash out of the dirt beneath the muzzle and rolling it to both sides; The heavy recoil slammed into the triangular bracket again and again, causing the machine gun body to tremble, and the lazy people who temporarily joined the machine gun team were not professional at all, and they failed to reinforce the position of the machine gun bracket, causing the rear bracket to be pushed into the soil by the recoil again and again.

But Mitsukura no longer cared about this, trying to adapt to the change in angle caused by the back seat, holding his knees in the dirt, and reluctant to let go of the trigger, the young man, deeply intoxicated by the tragic profession of machine gunner, became as hideous as the ugly machine in his hand.

The long cartridge belt of two hundred and fifty rounds was ruined by him without panting, and he pushed the dumbfounded secondary shooter away, and pulled up the second cartridge himself, calmly and quickly, and let the ugly machine howl wildly, and sprayed frantically and cursed, until the pressure vent under the muzzle began to make a small sound, and a little white of water vapor could still be discerned in this warm environment, indicating that the temperature in the cooling cylinder was about to bubble.

He didn't seem to hear the second lieutenant cursing at him amid the manic firing sound, but the sound of water vapor coming out of the pressure relief valve was like a sedative, and the rampant heavy machine gun fire came to an end, and the few security guards who stayed in the pit seemed to still have ringing in their ears.

……

After the gap, Cai Qing's face was stunned, his brain was in a short blank period, and the surviving warrior figure was still struggling under his eyes, crawling in the green swaying with difficulty, and continued to be swept by the fire from the frontal and subsequent oblique directions, and all the charging people fell.

Under the corner of the wall, Lu Hang's face was also stunned, he didn't expect to hear the roar of the Min 24 heavy machine gun, which was the most beautiful machine he once loved, called the Death Scythe by the devil. However, what is not true is ...... The muzzle of the gun was directed towards him, and from this, Lu Hang finally realized that the enemy in front of him was not an ordinary security army, it must be them, it could only be them......

At the base of a mottled wall facing south, a bear covered in ash sat lazily, so caught in the sun that he didn't want to open his eyes; A petite, ponytailed girl, sitting a few meters away, sat at the other end, squinting her big eyes and looking up at the blue sky, in fact, she was listening to the gunshots.

Xiong suddenly asked without opening his eyes, "What are you talking to her?" ”

"Nothing...... It's none of your business. ”

"I just don't want to do it! Do you understand? You owe a mouth...... Ruined my plans! ”

"What a! Then you can just run away, I promise to pretend not to see it, as for that? ”

The little girl didn't look at the bear, she casually buckled a piece of soil from the wall behind her, and crushed it unhurriedly in her little hands, so that the dust that slipped out of her fingers spilled on her own uppers and pants, and she wanted to be dirty like the ground.

"Lao Tzu was going to disappear! Who let those short-lived ghosts say hello to me! Can anyone call a mule? Can anyone know Lao Tzu? ”

"Mules. Mule. Mule. Stupid mules, stupid mules, shameless mules. A big mule can't give birth to a small mule, and my aunt and grandmother ride a mule to beat a mule......"

The little girl began to think unscrupulously, and she guessed that the bear was quietly grabbing a handful of dirt, so she suddenly fell down under the wall.

A cloud of flying ash really came down the wind, and even the sand and soil flew over her back, but it raised the face of Wang Qiang, who had just appeared in the corner.

The bear patted the ash in his hand, squinted his toad eyes and leaned back against the wall to recuperate, the little girl lay under the wall and giggled nervously, Wang Qiang shook his face, his shoulder fell on the remaining soil, stared at the bear at the far end for a few seconds, and finally did not speak, came to the middle of the interval between the little girl and the bear, and also sat down on the ground against the wall, hanging his head in the sun in the messy gunshots.

"Where's the brother? How's it going? I heard the charge. ”

"yes. Charged. Two platoons. Without even seeing the enemy, they began to charge. ”

"You mean ......"

"I didn't say that."

So the sun continued to shine, the long earthen wall continued to be mottled, large, medium, small, and the three wilted goods separated by a long distance were silent under the wall, as if they could not hear the messy gunfire echoing around them at all, and the nearby soldiers of the second company who were in a panic in the gunfire formed a huge contrast, it seemed that the two worlds overlapped, they seemed to be the ninth squad soldiers who could not support the wall in the mud, but they were only two years older.

……

The fire from the north outside the town finally began to shoot into the town, shooting at the firing position in the town that was supposed to cover the charge, and soon the second company's return fire stopped, because the second company could not afford to fight, and the ammunition carrying was not at all a level, so he removed the roof and hid against the wall, helplessly listening to the Czech light machine gun and a civilian two or four heavy machine guns arrogantly showing off three or two rounds, sometimes tearing the window, sometimes tearing open the tiles, sometimes jumping on the wall with bullet holes.

Cai Qing took off his military hat and held it in his hand, and was about to turn the military hat into a rag before he knew it, so he just scolded the four platoon commanders who had just come to him, and asked him why he was endlessly entangled with the security army who had shrunk his head as a turtle in the west of the town. Take a hundred plating to read the latest chapter of "Crossing the Anti-Japanese 1936 Claw Book House" for free for the first time.