In the silent darkness, although the dozens of remnants hidden in the shadows were very cautious, the click sound of pulling the bolt still made Li Tiezhu, who was climbing over the crater, suddenly feel a pang, and almost subconsciously rolled sideways into the crater. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The muzzle of the black hole, the spinning rifling, the bullet turned into a dazzling point of light in the dark night in the smoke of gunpowder, and it sank into the place where Li Tiezhu was standing, and the dust and rubble splattered in all directions.

Yang Ling's bronzed face did not have the slightest expression, his shoulders were against the trembling butt of the gun, and the three short point shots moved horizontally and vertically and regularly, beating those moving black shadows to the ground.

"Throw a grenade!" Yang Ling shot horizontally, and in just a dozen seconds, he ran out of bullets in the bullet bridge, and watched the "devil" lying on the ground grab the grenade, and raised his hand to throw it out.

After fighting with the devils for so long, they also have experience, they used to fire from afar, not only could not hit the devils, not to mention, the firepower was directly exposed, and they would soon be bombarded by the devil's grenadiers and Sanqi artillery, and there were not a few heavy firepower such as machine guns left after a battle.

Even if you shoot at the devil, you can't take advantage, they don't shoot as far as the devil, the devil 38 big cover shoots with high intensive reading, long range, plus the devil's tactical literacy is high, and the marksmanship is accurate, the defenders will definitely blow off their heads as long as they come up.

Now they have learned to be smart, and they generally put the devil close and then greet them with a machine gun, then throw grenades, and finally directly fight hand-to-hand, so that they can reduce the gap in firepower, although they are helpless, but they can rely on their flesh and blood to hold the position, so as not to lose too quickly.

Li Tiezhu, who was lying in the crater with palpitations, was about to call Brother Gui Jun to fight back, when he suddenly heard the Chinese dialect spoken on the other side, and hurriedly shouted: "My own people! Own! ”

Although Li Tiezhu reacted quickly and hurriedly reported to his home, a few grenades were thrown out without holding his hand, and with a few explosions, the two Gui soldiers wailed and were swept over by the explosion wave.

"you grandma, we're our own people!" Seeing that his brother was overturned by the explosion, Li Tiezhu scolded and gave a shot in the dark distance.

Now Yang Ling and they can be regarded as hearing clearly, it is indeed Chinese, and they hurriedly stopped throwing the grenade, but they still did not look up, worried that it was a devil who was cheating.

These days, the devils have done everything to seize their positions, not only using the advantage of firepower to cover, sneak attack, pretending to be the Chinese army, and releasing poison gas can do anything, although the other side speaks Chinese, but it may not be the devil's pretend.

"Old Wang, ask them about that unit." Yang Ling aimed the muzzle of the gun outward, and whispered to the old king to shout.

Lao Wangtou is from Sichuan, and he shouted directly outside with his throat: "You are from that unit?" Get your name in! After shouting, he retracted his neck.

Li Tiezhu was nesting in the crater full of fire at the moment, listening to the painful wailing of several of his brothers not far away, and hearing the shouting from the other side, he no longer doubted the identity of the other party at this moment, grabbed the gun and stood up, and replied loudly and scolding: "The 174th Division!"

174th Division? Now that there are nearly 80 divisions of the Chinese army gathered in the Songhu battlefield, Yang Ling scratched his ears and thought for a long time before remembering the Guangxi soldiers who should belong to Liao Lei's 21st Group Army.

It was confirmed that it was their own people, and the remnants of the soldiers hidden in the shadows were all relieved, put away their guns and ammunition and stood up, reinforcements came, and they could finally withdraw alive.

The soldiers of the Gui Army who were swept to the ground by the wave of grenades were lucky, the steel helmets they wore protected their heads, although their bodies were more or less scratched by explosive pieces, but they managed to save their lives, and they were fortunate in misfortune.

Although the person did not die, Li Tiezhu still had a fire in his heart, what is the matter, the water washed the Dragon King Temple, and his own people beat his own people.

Li Tiezhu left a few people to bandage the wounded soldiers, and he strode up with guns to meet the dozens of remnants standing in the pile of corpses.

Before the excited defenders could say hello, the black-faced Li Tiezhu had already walked up to him and shouted, "That bastard just shouted and threw the grenade?!" It has the meaning of asking the teacher for sin.

The old Wang Tou of the cooking class hurriedly stood up and explained: "Black goo, you are wearing steel helmets again, and you are touching your head without being embarrassed, the one who knows if you are a devil or your own ......"

Li Tiezhu was stunned by this sentence, and felt that although what the other party said was reasonable, but he had injured several brothers, they came all the way to fight the devil, and they were injured before they saw the devil.

"Didn't you just say hello! If it weren't for Lao Tzu's quick hiding, he would have been killed by a machine gun, and you would have to give an explanation today. Li Tiezhu still had palpitations in his heart at the moment, the machine gun just now was so ruthless and tricky, or there happened to be a crater next to it, he would definitely not have survived.

The remnants of the originally excited soldiers were now a little confused, originally full of excitement and joy thinking that the reinforcements would come and they could withdraw alive, but now they have accidentally injured their allies and are in trouble.

Yang Ling also felt that he lacked consideration, so he indiscriminately ordered the fight, and felt guilty for hurting the friendly army, mainly because the nerves of the devils were tense these days, and his mind was full of those devil soldiers with steel helmets, and he didn't expect that the Gui army who came up with reinforcements was also wearing steel helmets.

I couldn't dodge, Yang Ling stepped forward and said: "I let me hit the gun, I let me throw the grenade, if something comes at me, don't embarrass others."

When Li Tiezhu heard this, what did he mean? Is it reasonable to hurt someone by mistake? He rushed to Yang Ling with anger on his face, raised his fist and prepared to vent his evil anger for his injured brother, but a miserable white flash passed in the distance, and he saw Yang Ling's face of blood and mud, and his steps stopped.

The defenders have been fighting the ground for several days, and the living have become the living dead, it would be good to be alive, where to take care of themselves, at this moment all the survivors are dirty, tattered and full of blood and mud, unkempt, what a miserable description.

Seeing the thin soldier standing in front of him with half of his military uniform torn by shrapnel, Li Tiezhu wanted to beat him up for his injured brother, but he couldn't do anything.

"Write down today's events first, and then settle the account after beating the devil!" Li Tiezhu hatefully let go of his clenched fists, and was deflated in his heart, they were here to come to Japan to ghost, not to beat their own people.

Yang Ling finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, on this battlefield where dogs and teeth are intertwined, dangers are everywhere, and accidental injuries to his own people often occur, but fortunately, these Gui soldiers have steel helmets to protect their heads and escape.

A large number of Gui soldiers arrived at the battlefield, their steel helmets and yellow uniforms, compared with the tattered defenders.

Yang Ling's mood was complicated when he looked at these high-spirited soldiers of the Gui Army, but the arrival of reinforcements made the defenders who were fighting hard finally breathe a sigh of relief.