Under the huge recoil generated by the gunpowder, the entire body of the Toyota truck began to tremble slightly.

At a distance of more than 20 meters, the 7.7 mm heavy machine gun bullet hit the target almost as soon as it flew out of the chamber.

The fierce and precise rain of bullets was like a sharp hacksaw, and in a few strokes, a thigh-thick wooden stake was directly torn and broken, and then the devil soldiers hiding behind were knocked out upside down.

From left to right, the old immortal controls the heavy machine gun to strafe continuously, and when the ammunition is exhausted, he immediately skillfully inserts a new bullet plate, and then continues to shoot.

For this Type 92 heavy machine gun, the old immortal is actually really using it for the first time. Previously, he had only used the ancestor of the Type 92 heavy machine gun, the French Hatch Chase 1914.

Before leaving Sichuan, the weapons of the Sichuan army can be said to be extremely backward, not only are there very few heavy machine guns, but only some are still the old Makqin 1908, which is still scrapped with the breech of the gun almost smoothed out.

Because it is a miscellaneous army, the unit where the old immortal is located cannot be supplied with any decent logistics troops. Not only did they not have a single advanced Min-2 quadruple machine gun, but even the Makqin 1908, which was eliminated by the German mechanic division, could not take their turn.

In order not to be too shabby and despise the friendly forces, their superiors had to urgently contact the local troops in Yunnan and Guangxi, and bought from them a little French Hatch Chase 1914 imported by the local warlords themselves at a high price.

And because the old immortal has been a non-commissioned officer of the heavy rifle company for a year and a half after leaving the river, he is too familiar with this kind of heavy machine gun fed by bullet plates.

After firing three bullet boards in a row, four of the six devil soldiers who blocked the attack were shot and killed on the spot, and the rest lay behind the mounds on both sides of the drawbridge, and they were killed and no longer showed their heads.

"Learn a little bit and just plug the board in! Fast! ”

Pulling a soldier from the second platoon, the old immortal casually explained a few words, and asked the other party to act as his own ammunition man.

Soon, after suppressing the blocking devil soldiers, the old immortal began to turn the muzzle of the heavy machine gun, and the target became the winch that pulled up the drawbridge.

In the sound of gurgling shots, the dense bullets tore at the wooden winch, and finally shattered it completely.

"Smack......." Creak...... Bang!

As the winch shattered, the heavy drawbridge finally lost the strength to pull it, and then fell down heavily.

……

Seeing that the drawbridge was put down, Lu Baichuan, who was lying on the ground to avoid the rain of bullets, knew that the opportunity could not be lost, and immediately rushed up with his brothers.

"Brothers, kill me and chop up the little devil!"

In the shouting of killing, a black shadow whirlwind instantly rushed onto the suspension bridge, and the huge guillotine in his hand flashed, directly cutting a ghost soldier who had just gotten up in two, and the wild blood sprayed his whole body red.

Seeing this scene, the other surviving devil soldier Cao was frightened on the spot.

"Linen belt, linen belt...... Don't kill me! ”

In fear, the devil soldier Cao threw away his weapon and tried to get up and escape. However, Lu Baichuan and his party, who had already poured onto the suspension bridge, obviously did not intend to give him this opportunity.

After a chaotic burst of gunfire, along with the last ghost soldier, more than a dozen puppet soldiers at the bridgehead were all beaten into a sieve by Lu Baichuan and them.

Seeing the bandits finally rushing across the drawbridge, the old immortal smiled slightly, and then fell weakly next to the heavy machine gun.

……。

When the heavy machine gun sounded, whether it was Zhao Shixun or the ghost soldiers on the stronghold's turret, everyone's eyes were attracted by the gunfire.

After seeing the suspension bridge fall heavily, Zhao Shixun's eyes were reassured to take back from the suspension bridge.

Pull out the safety and slam the fuse. Zhao Shixun rounded his arm and threw the grenade into the stronghold. Seeing the company commander's movements, the others followed suit and threw grenades into it.

Boom...... a continuous explosion was heard, and the furious wave of air swept several human bodies into the air, and then slammed into the walls and wooden doors.

Seeing this scene, the devil lieutenant on the turret almost didn't startle his own subordinates.

"...... Yaga, these grenades from the dirt eight roads!"

In panic, several devil soldiers rummaged through every ammunition box around them, and there was not a single grenade or grenade.

In fact, it was not that they were mistaken, but that the temporary garrison of a transport team like theirs did not have such a thing as grenades at all.

As for those puppet soldiers, although they did have a little grenade, since almost all of them were sent out by Lieutenant Devil, they were almost all done in Zhao Shixun's first round of blows.

Thinking of this, the devil lieutenant hurriedly pulled over a soldier beside him, and shouted with foam:

"Idiot! Why don't you hurry up below and carry a box of grenades, go ....... ”

The lieutenant was well aware that although they did not have grenades on them, they did have them in the warehouse on the ground, and there was more than one box.

……

Outside the stronghold, after Zhao Shixun commanded his subordinates to blow up the devils blocking the door behind the door, he immediately gathered the extra six or seven grenades, and put a bundle of cluster grenades under the gate in the rain of bullets alone.

While the devil lieutenant was anxious, in fact, Zhao Shixun and the others were even more anxious.

Compared with the devils in the stronghold, the Seventh Company is now more afraid of the devils counterattacking with grenades.

After a short delay, with a loud bang, the wooden gate of the stronghold was directly blown to pieces, and the sky was covered with smoke and dust, shrouding Zhao Shixun and them in a cloud of smoke.

"Comrades, for the sake of victory, rush!"

Seeing that the gate of the stronghold was blown open, Zhou Yu did not stop for a moment, and immediately led people to rush inside.

……

Da da da ....... Gunshots rang out in the smoke!

"Instructor be careful!"

In the sound of gunshots like bursting beans, Zhou Yu and his entourage, who had just rushed into the courtyard of the stronghold, could not stand firm, and immediately fell four or five people like a rain of bullets cutting wheat!

What Zhou Yu didn't expect was that a shooting hole on the second floor of the turret happened to be facing the gate on the right. And at the moment when the gate was blown up, the crooked handle in a turret immediately stretched out the muzzle of the gun from here, and then completely sealed the gate with heavy fire.

At the moment when the gunshot rang out, Zhou Dahu, who rushed in with Zhou Yu, almost reflexively pounced and pushed Zhou Yu in front of him into the livestock shed on the side.

"Platoon Commander......!"

In a trance, before Zhou Yu, who had fallen into a daze, could get up, several terrible shouts came from his ears.

Hearing the buzz in his head, Zhou Yu desperately stood up from the livestock shed.

In front of him, six or seven corpses fell silently to the ground from the slag of broken and burning wood. And Zhou Dahu's sturdy body was lying less than two meters away from him.

In the smoke of gunpowder, the other party's hands were still stretched out to Zhou Yu's position, maintaining his last movements before falling to the ground. And under his body, scarlet blood was slowly flowing out.

"Big Tiger......! Zhou Dahu! ”

After shouting a few times, Zhou Yu stretched out his right hand and leaned out half of his body to try to pull the other party into his hiding place. Soon, however, a barrage of bullets forced him to retract.

At this moment, Zhang Dapeng's shout came in from outside the gate.

"Director Zhou, you don't want to live anymore! Hide and don't come out, the devil is staring at you! ”

After shouting a few times, seeing that Zhou Yu still wanted to go out and pull Zhou Dahu on the ground, Dapeng had no choice but to lean out and shoot a few shots at the turret, trying to attract the attention of the devil.

At this moment, the figures of two ghost soldiers also rushed out of a house on the side, carrying two boxes and rushing towards the small door of the turret.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Dapeng picked up the crooked handle in his arms and swept it over.

At a distance of less than twenty meters, the two devil soldiers were holding things again, so they were simply a pair of live targets.

After holding out all the dozen or so bullets in the bucket, Dapeng successfully killed one of the ghost soldiers on the spot, and the other dragged his injured right leg after falling to the ground, desperately crawling towards the stronghold.

After pulling the bolt a few times in a row, Zhang Dapeng threw away the crooked handle in his hand in annoyance, picked up a 38 big cover next to him, and prepared to make up for the devil in front of him.

At this moment, more than a dozen men in civilian clothes appeared out of nowhere, and they didn't care about anything, and rushed to the stronghold with their heads bored.

"I'm your uncle, looking for death!"

One pulled a man who played with a big knife to his head, and Zhang Dapeng scolded angrily, trying to stop these people.

However, in the next second, the devil's bullet ruthlessly educated these reckless men.

After being knocked over seven or eight people one after another, the rest of the men no longer had the courage to continue to attack, so they turned around and ran out.

"Big boss, the little devil's firepower is too strong, let's rush in at all."

A man with a bloody face bypassed Zhang Dapeng, who was squatting in the corner, and ran to the one-eyed man who had just arrived, dancing and shouting.

"Panic! They all rushed in with me, Lao Tzu didn't believe it, he couldn't rush in after breaking the door! ”

When the battle came to this, Lu Baichuan was also a little anxious at this time.

Since the start of the fight, he has lost more than 20 brothers, and now that the gate has exploded, how can he not attack it?!

"The surname is Zhao! Where the fuck did you die? People that?! ”

His eyes swept around the battlefield, Lu Baichuan's one-eyed eyes were like light bulbs, looking for Zhao Shixun's shadow everywhere.

At this moment, a familiar gray figure stumbled past Lu Baichuan and crawled into the cab of the truck parked at the door of the stronghold under his puzzled gaze.

"Remove the barricades ......!"

With the shouting, Kiko took seven or eight surviving men and struggled to move aside the huge wooden barricade blocking the entrance to the stronghold.

……

With a roar, the Toyota truck, full of bullet holes, howled like a frightened baby elephant and accelerated directly into the gate of the stronghold.

In the rain of bullets, Zhao Shixun drove the truck into the gate and immediately slammed the steering wheel to the right. In the inclined cab, his eyes were fixed on the approaching turret in front of him.

With a cruel smile, after Zhao Shixun spit out the pull ring in his mouth, the grenade in his hand drew an arc of death, and finally slammed on the steering wheel!

…… To be continued, thank you for your support. Ask for recommendations, ask for collections!

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