"Sakamoto-kun's, big stupid work, haha!"

Accelerating forward to support Sakamoto 56's Murakami Chajo squadron, five large trucks were speeding on the main road to Giethoorn Mountain, and from time to time there was the sound of Murakami's disdainful laughter.

From his tone, you can hear that this guy is very happy about the frustration of Sakamoto's 56th squadron.

"Dada......"

"Smack"

“……”

At this moment, the co-pilot of the first truck, Murakami Chajiao Nakasa, heard the gunfire coming from ahead, and at the same time, he also saw the situation in front of him, and immediately ordered the convoy to stop advancing.

"Crunch"

The first truck was seen to stop, and the next four trucks stopped in turn.

I saw that a hundred meters in front of Murakami's convoy, there were two trucks parked there, and there were several imperial soldiers lying on the ground, and one imperial soldier kept gesturing to them, signaling them to stop quickly.

Murakami saw that several imperial soldiers next to the truck were all seriously injured, and the emperor's ** suit was covered in blood.

Seeing this, Murakami Chajiao Nakazo suddenly realized that the dense light machine gun sound in front of him might be that Sakamoto's squadron was fighting, thinking of this, Murakami's face changed, and he lost the ridicule just now.

For your own side, you have no problem laughing at yourself, but when you fight, you must be in unison.

"Work on the heavy machine gun position ahead, yours, don't come here!"

At that moment, Murakami heard the shouts of a standing Imperial soldier next to the truck in front of him, and at the same time gave him a gesture to stop advancing.

Seeing this, Murakami's face suddenly became ugly, and he scolded: "Baga Yalu, you Sakamoto squadron looks down on the work of my Murakami squadron, Baga!" ”

When Murakami saw the gesture of the imperial warriors in front of him, he understood in his heart that the Sakamoto squadron looked down on him Murakami squadron, and his heart suddenly became unhappy, he didn't want to be looked down upon by the incompetent Sakamoto squadron, so he immediately ordered:

"All the people who get off the car work, move forward quickly, and kill the chickens!"

As soon as Murakami's order was given, the soldiers were in a hurry from the truck. The sound of footsteps, and then, the little devils quickly gathered next to the car.

Yang Song, who was a hundred meters away in front, saw this scene of the little devils, and his heart was already happy, looking at the little devils gathered in front of him, his face was full of disdain.

At this time, the soldiers lying on the ground were also secretly aiming at the little devils not far away, and at the same time, their hands grasped the light machine guns hidden beside them, ready to fight at any time.

Yang Song watched the little devils in front of him gather, and immediately gestured to the little devils on the opposite side again, signaling them not to move forward and wait in place.

"Bagaya Road! The work of the Sakamoto squadron, your work is not a thing, look down on the work of my Murakami squadron, your conscience as an imperial warrior is greatly broken! ”

After assembling the squadron, Murakami Chajiao saw that the imperial soldiers in front still wouldn't let him pass, which made the anger in his heart immediately uncontrollable, Murakami Chajiao immediately pointed at Yang Song with a command knife and scolded, and then he turned his head and ordered: "Work on the advance, go directly into the battle, and slaughter all the rebels, and destroy them!" ”

"Kill the chicken and give it!"

“……”

The order was given, and Murakami Chajiao charged forward, quickly leading the squadron of more than 200 little devils to rush towards Yang Song and a few people, but their target was the place where the gunshots rang out behind Yang Song.

Murakami Chajiao looked excited and murderous at this time, and at the same time he thought in his heart that when he ran in front of the imperial soldier who didn't let him advance, he must teach him a good lesson, and let him know that the prestige of Murakami's squadron is not something that the stupid Sakamoto squadron can compare.

Yang Song looked at the approaching devil squadron at this time, his face became serious, and at the same time he silently calculated the distance in his heart, his left hand leaning on the rear wheel of the truck, had reached into the rear wheel of the truck, grabbed the Type 92 light machine gun hidden inside, ready to give the little devil a heavy blow at any time.

"Eighty meters!"

Yang Song could already see the hateful and disgusting smile of the devil officer at this time, especially the little devils behind him, all of whom had a cruel look on their faces.

"Sixty meters!"

Yang Song's face was calm, but the killing intent in his chest was about to burst out, and the eyes hidden under the steel helmet had already begun to redden.

He wants to avenge the sacrificed comrades, and he wants to use the blood and heads of the enemy to pay tribute to the sacrificed comrades.

"Fifty meters!"

Seeing that the little devil had driven to within fifty meters, Yang Song's face suddenly showed a cruel smile, and then he roared, grabbed the light machine gun in his left hand, and pulled it out from the back of the truck, and instantly held the drawn light machine gun in his arms, and aimed the cold muzzle at the oncoming devil squadron, and shouted:

"Hit!"

"Dada......"

The cold muzzle of the gun suddenly erupted with a tongue of fire like a grim reaper, and the dense bullets shot towards the rushing squadron of little devils.

Murakami, who was rushing forward excitedly, suddenly saw the Imperial warriors in front of him who had stopped them from advancing, and a strange and cruel smile appeared on his face, which confused his heart.

But then the next action of this imperial soldier, that was really terrifying in his heart, he saw that the imperial soldier not far away in front of him actually pulled out a light machine gun next to him, and aimed the cold muzzle at his own people, but then the scene he saw made him instantly understand that he was fooled.

Because he saw the dead Imperial soldiers lying on the ground, all of them stood up, and in their hands, they were also holding Type 92 light machine guns, and on top of the truck, there were also several more soldiers wearing imperial ** uniforms, and the cold muzzles of their light machine guns were all aimed at themselves.

Then, Murakami felt a burst of pain, and as soon as he realized that he had been fooled, he died unwillingly.

"Hit"

With Yang Song's order, the soldiers who were lying on the ground and pretending to be dead quickly got up on the ground in an instant, and aimed the light machine guns in their hands at the little devils who rushed in.

On the truck next to Yang Song, there were three more fighters, and they also aimed their light machine guns at the little devils rushing in front.

There were also a large number of fighters on the slopes on both sides, and they were also holding light machine guns in their hands.

"Dada......"

"Dada......"

“……”

At this moment, the light machine guns were in full swing, and the bullets that were sprayed out intensively were like a raging storm, facing the Murakami squadron, and more than 200 little devils shrouded away.

"Ahh

"Ahh

“……”

Under such a sudden blow, the little devil who was shrouded in a storm of bullets had no time to react at all.

Blood mist was splattered on their bodies, blood gushed out of their mouths, and even some of the little devils' heads were directly blasted open, splashing red and white in all directions.

There are also little devils who were directly hit by the dense bullets, and their bodies were tattered and burst directly.

Under the blow of such a dense number of bullets, the scene was very bloody, this small position was directly shrouded in blood mist, the ground was completely soaked in blood, the stumps on the ground were all over the ground, the blood-colored intestines, the black and red internal organs, and the little devils who fell to the ground, there was no complete corpse at all.

In an instant, it turned into a real hell!