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The bear was furious, don't think that this shameless thing is angry and desperately approaching the devil, this bear is the Czech machine gun on the other end of the rage, and Ben didn't help much, causing his situation to become more and more difficult, and he has been taken care of alternately by the devil's two crooked handles.

"I'm your grandma, are you holding a burning stick!"

The bear's broken gong voice scolded in the noisy shooting, and at the same time, following the direction of the shooting sound of the crooked machine gun, he frantically splashed out a whole magazine without panting, and the grass flew and jumped, and there was even the sound of the steel helmet bouncing bullets, which was so blind that it was decisive and abnormal. The bear is very good at doing this with a machine gun, and he dares to waste as many bullets as he wants, and it is better to shoot them out, because when he runs out of bullets, he has reason to think about running.

However, his position was marked more clearly by the angry scolding of his voice, and a rain of bullets broke through the grass, almost burying the bear on the spot.

"I can't live my life! Transfer, you're lacking! Grandma's now, I'll kick you to death......"

Another wave of bullets rained down, and there was a rush of chickens and dogs jumping from behind the bushes.

The waste held his head and drilled into the mud, trying to get away from the bear who was venting his anger at one ear: "Platoon commander, can you stop scolding?" Damn! ”

The bear, who fell into the mud pit to avoid the rain of bullets, pulled up the fallen steel helmet and buckled it to his big head, and poured the mud and water into his neck with a loud sound, and he didn't care about wiping his face, and sat in the mud puddle with the bear's eyes and reminisced: "It's close again!" Grandma's little devil is getting closer again! Did you hear the gun? They're crawling here! ”

After finishing speaking, the five simple bodies suddenly burst out of the mud pit, picked up the machine gun on the edge of the pit and swung on the spot, and at the same time shouted: "Small, backwards!" Go and occupy another nest for Lao Tzu! Come on! "Then regardless of the bushes or grass in front of the muzzle, gritting his teeth and pulling the trigger was a whole shuttle, pulling out the shooting fan from right to left, and the mud **** was a mess.

One ear also rushed out of the mud puddle in embarrassment, remembering whether to eat or not, and forgetting that he was the bear's deputy shooter in a blink of an eye, he pulled the bolt on the three-eight big cover, stared at the bolt with a round eyeball, followed the bear's machine gun muzzle to pull the trigger, then pulled the bolt, and then buckled, and shot after shot quickly trembled until the magazine was empty, and the feeling of not having to kick the bolt with his foot made him very content, he didn't fight for the sake of fighting at all, he lacked happiness in the happy rhythm of pulling the bolt.

Waste threw the freshly filled machine gun magazine in his hand at the bear, and quickly turned around and ran several meters, and there was indeed a random and colorful scene behind him, which made him say to himself: "This day is really impossible!" Lao Tzu would rather be a pioneer, lying down is better than climbing! ”

The situation is precarious, the horses and legs in the south of the road lead people to crawl to the highway, and the devils in the north of the road are prostrate to the north because of the decisive command, and they are far away from the roadbed, determined to approach the northern front in close combat and fight the eight roads, and there are no people who dare to stand on the entire battlefield, all of them are blindly whistling with bullets.

Although the little monkey is small, he is no longer a recruit, and he himself does not realize that except for a limited number of old guys, no one dares to play his brain. Following the special operations platoon and the special operations company, to this day, he knows more about the battlefield than many soldiers, although there are bushes and wild grass and bullets whistling in front of him, he can understand that the devil is coming, and the bear makes him backwards, which confirms his hunch.

He was content, it was the special care that the bear took care of him, and it was a pure excuse to go back and choose the machine gun position. At the same time, he also had a premonition that Xiong had a 'retreat'.

If the north collapses, the south will be finished, and these devils will not be able to hold back, and the company commanders who are coming will also be finished, and they will all be defeated in a row!

He likes bears, so he knows bears too well, bears are very pitiful, he doesn't even have a mother, he is not strong at all, but he never pretends to be strong like himself, so he likes bears more, and he thinks bears are tall.

He knew that he couldn't change Xiong's will, and no one could change Xiong's will except the company commander.

He knows that he is small, but he wants to give, and he is willing to give all his courage to the bear, so that the bear will become the highest mountain, and his thoughts are naïve and simple.

Therefore, the little monkey put down the gun, untied the muddy cloth bag behind his waist, and let the scarred broken military horn be like a knife out of its sheath, and felt out the copper horn mouth that was treasured at all times, and docked.

Simplicity and courage are always proportional.

All the warriors struggling in the mud did not have time to notice that one of the shortest figures stood up, he was not much taller than the bushes, but he was the only one who dared to stand up, but with his thin chest high, he held up a broken trumpet, and the red ribbon tied to the trumpet was already muddy and sticky.

Stormtroopers! Suddenly loud in the wilderness, suddenly piercing the dark clouds, suddenly echoing in the endless mud, shocking all the hearts that were still beating, although some people did not know that the rousing melody was the trumpet.

The instructor of the trumpet once told the little monkey: Don't be afraid, when you blow the trumpet, you will have thousands of troops and horses, and you can crush everything.

The little monkey believed it, because at this moment he could feel that there were really thousands of troops and horses rushing past him, and large bayonets swept past him in the sound of his charging horn, and the cold light moved forward, shaking the world and killing the earth.

His body trembled suddenly, and he was knocked down by the force of the impact, and the infinite loop of the charging horn came to an abrupt end, and the tall figure that knocked him down was carrying a bayonet over his fallen body, and the little monkey finally saw clearly, it was Ma Da ......

If a bayonet, can not be bloodthirsty; Sharp, why live.

If, as a moth, you can't put out a fire; Fate, why is it magnificent.

If you kill, if you sacrifice, if you smoke gunpowder, it will be gone.

If, there is no if, what is the legend.

……

If Lu Hang is a cold-blooded machine, then Ma Da is a hot-blooded killer.

One hundred and seventeen blades, ignited by the Charge, turned into thousands of troops, shattering everything in the way of the charge.

The rain fell and fell, three or five or seven drops, diluting the blood red on the edge of the blade.

At this time, Ma Da turned into a vicious tiger, unstoppable. The warrior in front fell, and he could not see it; The bullets whistling in his ears, he couldn't hear; No one could stop his more than momentum with all his blades, and the devil who got up from the mud in a panic saw that his tall body was facing him like a train, and his courage to stab was gone, and he actually changed to a horizontal gun carriage.

The two guns staggered and rubbed together, the bayonet blade in the impact slid over the devil's shoulder, and the evil tiger jumped arrogantly without bowing his head, keeping the momentum sweeping like a wind, and continued to move forward.

The crooked soulless devil tried to stand up again with the gun, but the other bayonet following the evil tiger had arrived, and a warrior sprinted the bayonet into the chest of the devil who could not stand up in a standard posture, the momentum was too fierce, and the target position of the stabbed was low, through the chest and into the mud, causing the bayonet to be bent in the devil's chest on the spot, and the gun was not taken off, the soldier lost his center of gravity and fell hard by inertia, and the pain was so painful that he couldn't get up, while the other warriors still swept forward like the wind and turned a blind eye, each rushing in a straight line, It is like a crossbow bolt fired in the flight path, which will not slow down or turn until it hits the target in the path with all its might.

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