?“ Enemy attack, enemy attack," the secret whistle on the ground with his head in his hands kept shouting, hoping that the brothers in the camp would wake up as soon as possible. "Green" Other people didn't know when they heard it, Wang Dabao, who was sitting behind the wooden box, did hear it, and it was not generally clear, because the wooden box he was in was only more than 20 meters away from the two secret whistles. The two sudden explosions in front of him had already stunned Wang Dabao, and when the secret whistle shouted loudly, Wang Dabao had already hid from the front of the wooden box to the back, completely shrinking his fat body behind the wooden box.

The entire camp has been awakened by the explosion of the grenade, but they are still some distance from Wang Dabao's sentinel point, at least 200 meters away, so they don't have time to rush over to rescue these two lucky guys immediately, and the only thing they can rely on at present is themselves. The submachine gun in the hand of the frightened sentry had already sounded, and a gunshot shot shot in the direction where the explosion had just occurred, but I didn't know if it hit anyone.

Wang Dabao quietly poked his head out behind the wooden box, and he heard the sound of a submachine gun coming from his right, which was the sound of a Thomson submachine gun, but he could see nothing but a fierce gunfire. Wang Dabao had shot a gun, although he had shot a magazine in the trench, but he didn't open his eyes at all when he fired, and he didn't know whether the bullets he fired were concentrated on the Japanese troops on the opposite side. It was the first time he had been attacked like tonight, and it was indeed a very testing thing for a cook.

Just when Wang Dabao picked up his submachine gun and mustered up the courage to lean out and shoot, the gunfire of the secret whistle over there suddenly stopped, completely and very suddenly, as if a person who was talking was suddenly choked by his throat. This sudden change made the little courage that Wang Dabao had just mustered disappear in an instant, and his body, which was already half-kneeling, was paralyzed again, and the submachine gun that was still in his hand just now was also thrown aside. "What to do? What to do? They're all dead, and they're all left with themselves," Wang Dabao's head was like freshly cooked porridge.

The fire left behind after the grenade explosion was still there, like a bright light in the dark night, although the front of the wooden box where Wang Dabao was hiding was not very bright, but those sneaky figures were still seen by Wang Dabao in horror. 14, there are 14 in front of the wooden box, 10 on the left, and 8 on the right, which means that Wang Dabao has been surrounded by these 36 guys. Wang Dabao, who found that the situation was not good, felt that his hands and feet were weak, and he was almost out of breath, but he had to make a choice now, whether to run back to the camp while these guys were still some distance away from him, or fight to the death.

Wang Dabao doesn't think that he is a person like Zhao Zhi, who can fight hard in the rain of bullets, but he will not be afraid of death like the guy in the 400 supplementary soldiers. Wang Dabao, who is also an old man in the directly subordinate battalion, knows that everything he is doing now has long been firmly welded with the direct battalion, here are his commanders, his brothers, and the pots and spoons that he can't throw away. "Damn, let's fight, isn't it just a life, what if it's gone?" Wang Dabao grabbed the submachine gun from the ground and held it in his hand, he didn't want to do anything, he just didn't want to be a deserter and be thrown into the wilderness after death, and following the direct battalion could at least let his brothers go home with their ashes.

After meditating in his heart about the things that Roger usually talked about and need to pay attention to in encounters, Wang Dabao half-knelt up and picked up a grenade on his waist and held it tightly in his hand. "Come on, you bastards" Wang Dabao threw the grenade out with his hand, but in an extremely nervous situation, he forgot to pull out the grenade's safety first. "Ahh

Shrinking his neck, Wang Dabao looked left and right like a thief, fortunately, he was the only one here, and it seemed that only he knew about the fact that he had not opened the insurance. "Boom" "Boom" "Boom" Wang Dabao threw out the grenades in front and on the left and right sides exploded one after another, and the bursting fire reflected the sneaky figures in the dark night clearly, fastened the steel helmet that was one size smaller than his head, and Wang Dabao, who was holding a submachine gun in both hands, shouted and stood up from behind the wooden box, "Die, you bastards, die quickly" mixed with Wang Dabao's shouting was the bullet that was fired.

The hot bullet casings kept being spit out of the chamber of the submachine gun, and then tumbled and fell to Wang Dabao's feet, body and wooden box, but Wang Dabao pulled the trigger tightly, and he didn't feel the heat on the bullet casings and the pain of the skin on his body being burned. At this time, in his eyes, there were only these guys who were about to rush over, click, click, Wang Dabao's submachine gun was dumb, and after pulling the trigger again and again, he found that his first magazine had been empty.

"Boom" Wang Dabao did not forget to follow what Roger said before changing the magazine, he wanted to throw a grenade to win time for himself to change the magazine, but he only had one grenade left, so he chose to throw it to his left, and the guy who rushed over there was the closest to him. "Poof" "Poof" Wang Dabao pulled out a spare magazine from his chest just now, and was shot by the bamboo arrow that fell from the sky, but fortunately, the bamboo arrow was only shot in his chest and not very deep, Wang Dabao's thick body saved his life.

"Damn, dare to shoot me" Wang Dabao was really angry, and pulled out the two bamboo arrows that were pierced in his chest directly, regardless of the blood rushing from the wound, and raised the submachine gun with a changed magazine is a fierce sweep. This time he was clever enough to use his left hand to pull out a spare magazine from his chest and place it on the wooden box before he could run out of bullets in the magazine. Although Wang Dabao didn't know Zhao Zhi's point shot, his crazy strafing shot temporarily suppressed the approach of the black shadows. Before Wang Dabao stood guard, he got a full 12 submachine gun magazines from the rich man, and more than 300 rounds of ammunition were enough for him to support him for a long time under the cover of the wooden box.

After draining four magazines in a row, Wang Dabao found that under the firelight, the black shadows that wanted to surround him disappeared. "Bald, bugs, are you still there? Reply, are you still there? After this time, Wang Dabao remembered the two secret sentinels who were on the same shift as himself, so he squatted behind the wooden box and shouted. After shouting several times, he didn't hear an echo, and it was estimated that there was more luck than luck, so Wang Dabao had to turn around and look at the dark camp, hoping that someone would help him.

The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, and there was silence in the dark camp, as if Wang Dabao had not heard the fierce gunfire here at all. "These ungrateful guys, when Lao Tzu cooks again, they will poison you one by one" Wang Dabao wiped the sweat on his face, panting and cursing the guys in the camp who would not be saved. In fact, he didn't know that the camp was also attacked, but when the camp returned fire, it was when Wang Dabao shot with his life, so he didn't hear the movement over there.

There was movement again, Wang Dabao slowly stood up from behind the wooden box, and quietly stretched out the submachine gun, "Da Da" Wang Dabao, who was blessed to the soul, suddenly shot with a submachine gun, and he hit a few short points with a submachine gun in front and on the left and right sides. There was no imaginary counterattack, no screams, if Wang Dabao hadn't heard the sound of something falling to the ground, he would never have imagined that he had just hit the enemy, the enemy hidden in the night. Either way, this was a good sign, and Wang Dabao once again used the wooden box as cover to start a new round of frantic strafing.

Wang Dabao is not afraid of wasting bullets, he is standing at the post in the second half of the night, and in less than one hour, the sky will be bright. As long as he could see the situation around him, he could run back to the camp with the pistol on his waist, so he was not worried. The same voice just now sounded again, but this time it came from behind Wang Dabao, in the direction of the camp. Big beads of sweat slipped down Wang Dabao's face, this is terrible, it seems that he is really stupid, and the brave Wang Dabao is a little crazy.

"Come on, come on, let's see if your bullets are powerful or your heads are hard," Wang Dabao sat behind the wooden box with his legs spread and kept muttering to himself. There are only 6 of the submachine gun back magazines inserted in his body, all of which have been neatly stacked on the wooden box by Wang Dabao, and his pistol that has not yet fired a bullet has also been placed on the wooden box, next to which are the spare magazines of 2 pistols.

Just when Wang Dabao was about to pull the trigger behind him, a few short birdsong suddenly sounded in the night, and Wang Dabao, who was about to break the cauldron and sink the boat, was startled, and his fingers stopped on the trigger stiffly. Before dawn, how could there be a bird call, that was the unique bamboo whistle of the direct company, and it was a common trick used by the scouts, in order to contact their own people. "There are people in the camp, they must have come to save their brothers" Wang Dabao couldn't control the joy in his heart, and lowered his voice into the night and whispered a few times, "I'm Wang Dabao, whoever is over there, if I don't make a sound, I'll shoot."

"Tong" and "Tong" sounded, and two flares were fired into the air by mortar guns, and the dark night before dawn was illuminated by flares, and everything on the slope was revealed. Wang Dabao covered his eyes to resist the sudden light, and from his fingers he saw more than a dozen brothers coming from the direction of the camp, because the Japanese army would not use American-style steel helmets, Wang Dabao only identified them as his own brothers from their steel helmets.

Wang Dabao was crazy from the bones, and when he saw that there were helpers in the camp, he immediately got up with a submachine gun and began to shoot at the side of the wooden box. Under the reflection of the flares, the guys who attacked the sentry suddenly appeared on the slope, standing or lying on their stomachs, and they were all seen by Wang Dabao. Damn, it's been a long time, and then Wang Dabao saw clearly, it turned out that the people who attacked the sentry were all Burmese people wearing black homespun clothes and bare feet, and Burmese people armed with long knives and bows and arrows. And the number of these guys is far greater than the more than 30 people Wang Dabao saw, a large area of Wuyang, this is Wang Dabao's first impression in a good sight situation.

God knows why these Burmese people didn't rush up, whether they were frightened by the corpses all over the ground in front of the wooden box where Wang Dabao was hidden, or if there was some other reason. "Ahhh

Dense gunfire rang out in the direction where the Burmese had withdrawn, and the large Burmese retreated again, retreating to Wang Dabao's side like a tide. In their opinion, there was only one gun for Wang Dabao here, and with the large number of people, they planned to launch a desperate attack. Two flamethrowers in thick protective suits climbed behind Wang Dabao's wooden box, carrying heavy fuel tanks on their backs, and the lighters in their gunners' hands allowed them to ignite the guns at any time.

There were more people, Wang Dabao had the courage, and he didn't have stage fright at all to look outside, because he was the only officer among the dozen or so people present, so he had to act like an officer, and he couldn't ask them to laugh at him. "Ignite the fire, prepare" Wang Dabao listened attentively for a while, squatted down and commanded the flamethrower beside him. He didn't hear anything at all, but the fear that came from someone approaching came back to him, so he chose to prepare in advance to ensure that his side could fire at any time.

"Spitfire, Spitfire" Wang Dabao learned the tone of Zhao Zhi's battle, raised his submachine gun and shouted loudly, and as soon as the flamethrower who had been prepared for a long time pulled the trigger, two flames erupted from behind the wooden box. Each spewed out a fan of flames to illuminate the surroundings of the wooden box, so that Wang Dabao and the others could clearly see every moving and immobile object in front of the wooden box, but this range was only limited to 30 meters around the wooden box. The dozen or so Burmese who bore the brunt of the attack were instantly set on fire by the flames, and the Burmese behind them and around them also appeared in the flames.

"Fire" Wang Dabao roared and pulled the trigger, and just when those fire people were running around, Wang Dabao's bullets came to them again. "Poof", "poof", "poof" The blood mist bursting from the bullet holes on their bodies was a continuous one, almost turning the place into a red world. One by one, the Burmese fell in pools of blood, but they were still charging here, because they had no way to retreat, they were surrounded, so they chose to charge until the last man fell. ~ To see the first ad-free, please go to "Green"

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