The dying man lay in the rubble and kicked his legs again and again, the rubble on the ground turned to ashes, his throat gurgled and gurgled, the hands of the health soldier pressed his neck tightly, and a large area of red flowed between the fingers of the health soldier. He heard footsteps, looked back, and shouted hoarsely, "Come and help me!" ”

stopped in front of him, but didn't reach out to help, and said coldly: "Let him die." ”

The Mediator hung his head again, still holding on to the wound, and he looked more desperate than the dying man.

"Stop torturing him. I said let him die, did you hear me? ”

Finally, he couldn't help but lift his foot and kicked the shoulder of the health soldier. The blood spurted violently, splashing in all directions, wetting his leggings and uppers, and also wetting the desperate face of the sanitary soldier who had fallen beside him, he sprang up his body and threw himself at the wounded man, and threw himself at the bloody wound, trying to continue to hold him down and cover him, but the blood was no longer spraying, and the wounded man's legs were no longer kicking, although his eyes were still open, he could no longer close them.

"You killed him! You cold-blooded bastard! The health soldier cursed with red eyes and heartbreaking, and he had to withdraw his bloody hands and fight back hysterically.

Lifting his foot again, he kicked the medic in the chest, knocking him over in the rubble, curling up in pain and out of breath.

Bending down, he picked up the rifle next to the corpse, which coincidentally was a medium-sized rifle that had been dirty and gray from falling into the rubble. While wiping it with his sleeve, he remembered Jiangnan, Jiangnan is not his hometown, but he always thinks of Jiangnan, it is also very cold and gray, and the squad leader keeps complaining.

Stray bullets occasionally flew by, ricochets continued to crackle, always ashes, always shattered, behind the wall next door shook violently, grenade explosions set off a large rain of earth and ash, gray over the dangerous wall, dirty the freshly wiped Zhongzheng rifle, but also the pain between the rubble of the health soldier into a native, dust covered his face with blood, obscuring everything that had just happened.

The sanitary soldier wept violently, howling, crying like a scream, banging his head against the broken bricks on the ground, and smashing the rubble with his own fist, blood and tears could not settle the dust, and he cried fiercely between the sound of gunfire and explosions.

"What else can I do...... Can anyone tell me...... What else can I do...... Woo......"

Pulling open the chamber of the neutral rifle, with two rounds remaining, he bent down again, ripped open the cartridge belt of the corpse, and pulled out his bayonet. I didn't care about the gunshots, nor the cries of the health soldiers, and I thought of Lin Wei, she was really stupid with a gun, but she was a good woman, at least she would treat that gun well.

The cartridge belt was hung on himself, and the bayonet was attached to the muzzle of the gun, tightened. Suddenly he felt that something was missing, turned his head to look, only to find that the health soldier had actually stopped howling, he was staggering to his feet, desperately rushing to a place of gunsmoke, where a cry of pain had just been heard, the health soldier mechanically forgot the despair of a second ago, and tried to save again, regardless of the impact, regardless of the rain of bullets, faintly in the smoke, like a lonely fool.

Holding a rifle with a bayonet in his hand, he watched the sanitary soldiers disappear in the direction of the gunsmoke, and couldn't help but ask himself, who is the bravest person? He's the bravest! We only need to face death once, and he has to face countless deaths, death after death, death again, death again!

Boom - bricks fell from the wall behind him, not caused by stray bullets.

Awakened! One lunged forward into the rubble, curled up on the ground, turned around and shot his gun, and the fingers that were climbing on the wall had just disappeared after withdrawing from the wall, and the sound caused by the masking action also alerted the other party.

Suddenly there was a muttering voice from behind the wall: "Fortune telling, what the are you panicking about?" ”

"There's someone outside the wall, they must be aiming here!"

"That's a shrunk fart! Throw a grenade! ”

"Where do I have grenades?"

"Nothing? It's all at this time, and when you are a heavy soldier who is messing around? Can't you just pick it up? I'm convinced! Flash aside, look at me! ”

"What if it's your own?"

"As soon as you turned around, you didn't even see if you were friend or foe? Then you're still going to let me, a spy, even break off my background? Talking to you, this kung fu is enough for a little devil to throw thunder! ”

"You're running faster than me, I can't keep up, of course you're behind."

"You...... I'm so saddened! Why the am I going to be with you? Let's guard against wall lightning first! ”

"I'm supposed to be a safety corner, so I don't have to move."

"You...... over the wall! I'm going to kill you now! ”

"Oops...... Are you really? Lao Tzu fought with you! ”

Crackling and crackling-

A burst of dust rose behind the wall, and Lu Hang reluctantly put down the muzzle of the gun aimed at the wall, speechless.

No one wants to fight in the streets.

The devils felt that their own lives were precious, so they only split a squad of three squads, which was equivalent to the role of supervising the battle, and led three companies of security troops into the village from two directions.

The fact that most of the houses and courtyards were made of bricks and tiles, and there were few earthen and straw houses that were convenient for arson, and they were built in a staggered and irregular manner, which was extremely painful for the attackers.

The sound of gunfire was everywhere, and the crisis was everywhere, although the previous artillery fire caused a lot of casualties to the defenders, and although they were supervised by the devils with bayonets behind them, these security forces were not the material for this, and the village was in, but it became a lewd glue inside and outside the broken walls.

Time was passing, and the machine-gun fire could not be counted on at all, relying on grenades and grenades to gnaw hard from room to room, and the devil captain jumped to his feet by the fire outside the village, constantly cursing that the security army was a waste, and he was reluctant to throw his elite into the filling pit in front of him.

He kept looking at his watch, he kept looking at the sky, and it was obvious that the reason why these routs in the village did not surrender was because they felt that there was still hope, and they were staying up in the dark.

The head of the mortar group trotted to the fire, and the captain turned around and asked: "How many shells are left?" ”

"Half a base."

"Get ready! Tell the troops in the village to withdraw, and in fifteen minutes you will give me all the shells! Light! ”

The devil artilleryman hesitated and spoke: "The area is too large, and the effect is not ideal." If you can...... Narrow down the target area as much as possible, and this half of the base will end the battle. ”

"I want to squeeze their space too! But if you look at the rubbish, half of the village hasn't been taken down for so long. ”

An infantry squad leader next to him stepped forward and said proudly: "I'll lead the squad to replenish from the south, give me half an hour, and I can take half of the village!" ”

Two suggestions from the artillery lieutenant and the infantry squad leader made the lieutenant hesitate and delay his decision. The other devil lieutenant suddenly said to the captain, "I want to ...... There are other ways to compress their space. ”

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