"Oh no, the devil is shooting again."

As soon as he heard the sound of shells exploding on the top of the mountain, Zhang Long's face suddenly changed.

"This time the devils fought so hard, I don't know if the third battalion commander can withstand it?" A national-army said worriedly.

"Are you encamped on a mountain? Let's go, go up and have a look. Zhao Zilong tightened the rifle in his hand and immediately shouted.

"Quick, everyone pack up the guns and ammunition, Xiao Wang will take a squad to stay here." Zhang Long said, he ran to the heavy machine gun, picked it up and ran.

Another soldier also carried the remaining half of the heavy machine gun ammunition. THE TYPE 92 HEAVY MACHINE GUNS ARE ALL MADE WITH 7.7MM BULLETS.

Listening to the explosion on the top of the mountain, everyone didn't say a word along the way, just stepped up.

Zhao Zilong followed closely behind Zhang Long, observing his surroundings as he ran.

This lonely mountain is not high but steep, and the forests are beautiful. Now they went up from the right side of the back mountain, and on the left side was a cliff about a hundred meters high.

When they reached the top of the mountain, they saw that there was a fierce battle going on.

"Brothers, hold on! Resist! Can't be rushed up by little devils. Zhao Zilong saw at a glance a tall national-army officer directing the soldiers to defend.

"Camp, we're here." Zhang Long saw that the brothers fell one after another under the dense bullets of the devils, and seeing that he couldn't hold it anymore, he immediately picked up the heavy machine gun and rushed to the trench. The soldier carrying the ammunition box immediately followed.

The other soldiers also rushed up one after another, raising their guns and shooting at the devils who rushed up the mountain.

Zhao Zilong immediately took off the 38 big cover, ran to a tree that had been bombarded by cannonballs, and raised his gun to aim at a skinny little devil soldier who rushed halfway up the mountain.

The index finger snapped the gun, and with a bang, the bullet flew out instantly.

The skinny little devil soldier was pointing his gun at a national army on the mountain, but he was shot in the chest by a sudden bullet. He shuddered, followed by a huge pain in his chest.

With a thud, the skinny devil soldier fell to the ground, unconscious.

"Yaga!" A fat devil soldier who followed behind let out a low curse, crossed the corpse of his companion, and continued to charge up the hill.

But as a gunshot rang out from the half-tree on the mountain, the devil soldier was also shot in the chest. Before he fell, he looked up and saw a man in the same uniform as himself holding a gun at his other companions.

After Zhao Zilong shot three devil soldiers in a row, the surrounding national army realized that this person's marksmanship was accurate.

It's just that when they saw Zhao Zilong wearing a devil's military uniform, they were suspicious. But they knew that this person came up with Zhang Long and the others, and at this important juncture of the battle, everyone did not come to inquire.

"Little devil, grandpa is here!" Zhang Long, who was loaded with bullets, screamed angrily, and fired fiercely at the bottom of the mountain with his heavy machine gun.

Da Da Da ......

The muffled sound of gunfire rang out from the top of the hill, and the bullets poured out like water towards the devils who charged on the mountainside.

Knowing that the power of the Type 92 heavy machine gun was not a cover, those devils were like mice seeing cats, and they were so frightened that they hurriedly lay down or hid, while those devils who couldn't dodge were interrupted by the waist.

After falling a dozen devils in a row, their offensive slowed down all of a sudden.

Taking advantage of the fact that the devils were suppressed, Zhao Zilong immediately put away his gun and loaded it. It's just that when he inadvertently saw what a few devils were installing next to a slope in the distance below the mountain, he couldn't help but wonder.

He blinked, looked at Dingqing again, and immediately shouted at Zhang Long: "Be careful of the grenadier. ”

Zhang Long, who was holding a heavy machine gun and waiting to be loaded, couldn't help but frown when he heard it, he looked in the direction pointed by Zhao Zilong, and immediately changed his face in fright.

He immediately yelled at the reloaded soldier, "Run." At the same time, he rolled to the side with the crane gun.

Shout! Shout!

Suddenly there was the sound of two grenadiers at the bottom of the mountain.

Bang! Bang!

Two shells landed at Zhang Long's position just now and exploded.

The soldier was unable to hide, and was hit in the thigh by shrapnel and screamed in pain.

"Medic, medic." Zhang Long wiped the mud and sand on his face and immediately screamed.

After the wounded soldiers were carried away, Zhang Long ran to another position in the trench with a crane gun and continued to shoot at the devils under the mountain.

Just a moment later, there were two more bangs on the slope below.

When Zhang Long saw it, he hurriedly hid aside with a heavy machine gun.

The shells exploded where he had just been, kicking up smoke and dirt.

"Damn, the devil is really accurate." Zhang Long spat out a mouthful of saliva with mud and sand.

He changed places with his crane gun again and continued to shoot the devil down the mountain, but after a while he was again targeted by the devil's grenadier.

At this moment, without the sniping of Zhang Long's heavy machine gun, those devils under the mountain launched a charge again.

Some soldiers on the hill tried to shoot at the grenadiers at the bottom of the slope, but to no avail.

Seeing this, Zhao Zilong's eyes narrowed.

He judged that the slope was about three hundred meters away, so he raised his gun and fired, but the bullets flew over the heads of the devils.

Now Zhao Zilong knew that the bullet flew almost in a straight line, and the devil was under the slope, so he would not be hit.

Glancing around, he saw a large protruding rock on the edge of the cliff far to the left, from which he should be able to see the entire slope below.

It's just that if you want to get to that big rock, you have to pass through an open area, and if you go there, you will definitely be seen and shot by the devils.

However, now he can't care about anything, if he doesn't snipe those grenadiers, the firepower of the national army will be suppressed, and the devils will be able to charge unscrupulously.

"You help me get the devil's attention." Zhao Zilong shouted to Zhang Long, and then he bent down and ran quickly towards the cliff.

When those national-army soldiers heard Zhao Zilong's shout, they were stunned.

Although Wang Zhong, who was standing nearby, didn't quite understand when he heard it, he immediately ordered: "Hit, beat Lao Tzu hard." As he spoke, he picked up his gun and shot at one of the charging devils.

Zhang Long also reacted, he gritted his teeth, and shot at the devil with a crane gun.

But after a while, the sound of shells being fired was heard again at the bottom of the mountain.

Zhang Long immediately rolled to the other side, and after the explosion, he continued to shoot down the mountain.

At this time, Zhao Zilong had already run to the edge of the cliff, and those devils also found him and shot one after another.

Zhao Zilong immediately lay down, and after waiting for the devil to shoot a round, he suddenly jumped on the protruding boulder.

As soon as his body fell, bullets flew up from below, flying over his body.

Because Zhao Zilong was lying on the big stone more than two meters wide and was covered, the devils under the mountain couldn't see it, so he had to stop shooting.

Poking his head out carefully, Zhao Zilong saw that there were five devils under the slope at the bottom of the mountain, one of them was in command, and the other four were using two grenadiers.

Hearing the sound of explosions coming from the other side of the trench, he turned his head to look and saw that it was not only Zhang Long who was now dodging the shells, but also those national-army machine gunners.

Without the support of heavy firepower, those national-army soldiers were beaten and had little power to fight back, and the devils rushed forward with shouts.