In another grenade explosion, the two devils drilled through the hole in the wall from the second house to the third house, and Jun Cao also climbed into the third courtyard with a soldier, and then the devils in the house threw grenades at this compartment house, and the impact of the explosion collapsed the door and slapped it down in the courtyard, and the clearing was completed again.

Only the easternmost family of the partition wall remained, and when the time of death came, the devil army Cao deliberately increased the strength of his hand and signaled to start the final attack.

When the two devils in the house reached the inner wall, they found that the hole was blocked by the table next door, and they bent down and tentatively pushed the butt of their guns against it, but did not move, as if they were pinned or stuck, so they immediately explained the situation to the military cao in the courtyard.

Jun Cao cautiously peeked over the courtyard wall, and found that the window of the room was pinned in a haphazard manner with broken cabinets and benches, the door was closed, and there were people running back and forth in the room pulling and pulling all kinds of things and making a creaking noise.

Finally blocked you, really tenacious enough, thinking that you can not die by closing the door and blocking the window? Jun Cao smiled hideously and shouted to the machine gun team stuck at the west end of the gate, "Come and help." ”

Then he glanced at the courtyard next door through the wall, waved his hand to the men beside him, and the two of them immediately climbed over the wall.

After his subordinates landed on the ground, they picked up their guns and went straight to the base of the window, Jun Cao jumped on the firewood pile under the wall, but he didn't expect the firewood to be real at all, he stepped on it unsteadily, and he fell crookedly.

Jun Cao, who fell in the mess, grinned and shouted, but he didn't expect an enemy squatting close at hand, and he didn't have time to hold his rifle, so he directly reached out to tear the other party's face.

Hiding under the pyre, this is a decrepit ghost, I didn't expect the devil to jump on his head, the landing point was so close, the rifle in his hand was too late to use, the other party had already come to pull, and in desperation, his body collapsed suddenly, and he hit the other party's face with his head, and the two people were torn together.

The devil, who had just arrived at the base of the window and was about to pull out a grenade, finally closed his mouth that was open in surprise, picked up his bayonet and rushed down the wall reflexively, wanting to help Juncao.

Woohoo –

Two gunshots rang out, and the devil who wanted to help looked at the bullet hole in his chest in surprise, and then looked up at the location of the gun, and one of the three corpses actually pointed a shell gun at him, and the muzzle was still smoking.

Phew—another shot, this time the devil was helpless to lie down.

"help me!" Due to his unfavorable posture and position, the declining ghost has been ridden on him by the devil army Cao, and the two sides have entered the white-hot stage of gouging out their eyes and nostrils. However, the body that had just fired three shots died in the courtyard again, and it looked like it had just returned to the light.

Amid the hysterical cries of the Devil Scout and the Decrepit Oni, the gate of the courtyard is suddenly kicked open, and a trio of machine guns running from the west appears.

A crooked machine gun and a 38 cover were raised and lowered at the same time, and Jun Cao was riding the enemy to tear it up, unable to shoot.

As soon as the muzzle of their guns was released, there were guns in the yard again, and the fast and slow machine was changed to fast, and the seventeen Mauser pistol bullets flew in a swarm, and the machine gunners and deputy shooter observers were crowded in the gate frame, and they couldn't see who was suffering more and who was less, and they wanted to rush into the yard to help Jun Cao, but they all rushed to the bullets, and they were miserable, and they fell to the ground with blood bubbles, and their arms twitched and kicked their legs.

The corpse got up with an empty gun, and then walked to the tearing battle in the pyre under the wall, and when he passed by the corpse of the devil, he picked up the 38 big cover that fell on the ground, and the bayonet was pointed down with both hands back, and it rose high, and fell again in an instant.

"Why the are you!" The decrepit ghost shouted at Lu Hang with a green face as he broke free from the corpse of the military cao who had been pierced through the back by a bayonet.

"Your position and posture are too good, of course the plans change at the last minute." Lu Hang replied lightly, then ripped off two grenades from Jun Cao's corpse, stepped on the head of the decrepit ghost who had just sat up, and climbed to the wall, so painful that the decrepit ghost screamed again, and fell into the pyre again.

Boom - the room next door trembled. The decrepit ghost who shook to his feet picked up his gun, and ran to the east wall, he had to prevent the three devils in the back alley from appearing, although at the moment they were probably stupid because they didn't understand the situation.

The door of the house was suddenly kicked open, and the fortune teller rushed out with a formal rifle and a bayonet, and when he saw the corpses all over the yard, he stopped in a hurry, first looked left, then right, and then said, "You two have been solved?" ”

"You don't know about it now?"

"But I didn't wait for the commander to call out for support?"

The embarrassed ghost leaning against the wall to guard the gate and the head of the wall was speechless, all the changes started from the unlucky devil soldier Cao jumped on his head, but this was still a successful ambush battle, he was right, a room and a courtyard, or the entire battlefield, this must be the truth of how long it takes to survive in the ruins?

For the first time, the Decaying Ghost became curious about someone more powerful than him.

The health soldier tore open the table that blocked the hole in the wall, and a large lid was thrown from the hole and slid to his feet, and then a voice from next door said to him, "To save yourself is to save countless people." If I'm going to die, I'll call you too. ”

The health soldier stared at the rifle on the ground for a few seconds, and sighed deeply: "My name is Wang Wenxuan, where are you, sir?" ”

Wang Wenxuan looked at the bayonet in his hand in a daze, don't look at the fact that he has been in the army for so long, but he has never used a gun, he looks at it every day, and he can see it, but he just hasn't used it, because he has never thought about anything other than the health army.

For some reason, he always felt that he shouldn't be holding a gun in his hand, it was already now, he still felt contradictory, and when he grabbed the gun, he felt that his fingers couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Lu Hang, who was searching for the corpses of the two devils next door, pulled a 38 cover with a bayonet and drilled through the hole in the wall, and found Wang Wenxuan holding a gun in a daze, he was surprised, he seemed to understand, came to him, and sneered-

"You ......" was so startled that Wang Wenxuan tried to hide, but it was too late, and the dirty red cross armband that had been torn off was floating to the ground.

"Now you can hold on to your gun. There is no need for light in hell! With a heavy slap on the shoulder, Lu Hang put on his rifle, turned around and picked up the long-handled hammer that the fortune teller threw on the wall, and hurried out of the house.

Wang Wenxuan stared blankly at the ground instead, and the dirty red cross armband that had been torn off was silent in the gray dust, as quiet as himself. Strangely, the fingers holding the gun no longer trembled, and he finally felt the coldness of the gun being transmitted to the palm of his hand.

The fortune teller is desperately searching for the corpses of those devils in the yard, he has been a baggage soldier since the day he joined the army, how many years, he obviously hates the boring work of organizing ammunition transportation and supplies, but every time he reaches out and enters the state, he can't stop if he wants to, even now, he is meticulous with two devil satchels to carefully divide the bullets and grenades, and he subconsciously writes down the number in his heart, and can't help but say to himself.

"Sit down and get sick! Can't be put into storage, can't be delivered, and it's not inventory, remember this fart! Three hundred and twenty-five ...... Three hundred and thirty ...... Seventy-eight rounds in bulk...... Phew! Why haven't you forgotten? ”

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