In the surprised eyes of the man surnamed Liu and the routed soldiers on the roof, Qin Feng, who rushed onto the street, was as brave as a god, crouching, sideways, and rolling, Qin Feng's every movement was just right, and he shot the other party first, but the bullets fired by the Japanese soldiers on the street did not even scratch Qin Feng's skin.

"Boom" "Boom" There was also an explosion at the end of the street, at this time, there would be no one else except Da Niu who was still throwing grenades, everyone else was afraid that the grenades they threw would affect Qin Feng, only Da Niu infinitely trusted that his eldest brother would not be so unlucky. With a "bang" sound, Qin Feng, who didn't have time to change the magazine, leaned over, slammed open the door of a shop on the street with his back, and then crawled and hid.

Even if the ammunition capacity of the fast and slow machine is 20 bullets, there is always a time when the gun is empty, Qin Feng and the Japanese soldiers are too close, and it is too late to change the magazine, so he can only temporarily distance himself from the Japanese soldiers. How could the Japanese soldiers, who were caught off guard by Qin Feng, let Qin Feng go so easily, seeing that Qin Feng had entered the shop on the street, there were already Japanese soldiers who reached out to touch the grenade on their waists.

Before the Japanese grenade was thrown into the shop, the Japanese soldiers saw a bag fly out of the shop. "Nani?" The Japanese soldier, who was already holding a grenade in his hand, was stunned, and at this moment, the burden that flew out of the shop exploded with a "boom". Qin Feng, who dodged into the store, didn't change the magazine at all, but grabbed a piece of cloth in the store and threw it out wrapped with a few grenades and two bullets.

The power of the explosion with the burden of bullets was very amazing, even Qin Feng himself did not expect that in the sound of the explosion, shrapnel flew sideways, mixed with bullets flying in all directions. The Japanese soldiers who were about to throw grenades into the shop were suddenly blown up and fell in a large area, and before the remaining Japanese soldiers could recover their senses, grenades fell again on the rooftops on both sides of the street. The rumbling explosion sounded, and Qin Feng, who was hiding in the shop, did not dare to rashly probe and look, but after the movement of the explosion weakened, he picked up his gun and rushed over. After a burst of gunfire scattered, all the Japanese soldiers who could be discovered by Qin Feng had been defeated.

The Thomson submachine gun, known as the "Chicago Typewriter", was really not blown out, Qin Feng wiped out the bullets in the entire magazine, and there were no Japanese soldiers standing on the dilapidated streets full of gunsmoke. If you fight a snake, you have to kill it, and you have to eradicate the roots, Qin Feng didn't want to be shot by the Japanese soldiers who pretended to be dead. Drawing a bayonet from the waist of a Japanese soldier's corpse, Qin Feng waved to the rooftops on both sides of the street, and then began to mend the Japanese corpse on the street.

Not every Japanese soldier who was shot was seriously injured and died, at least the Japanese soldier who was hit in the neck by Qin Feng was still alive, although there was only one breath left when he looked at it, but after all, he was still alive. Qin Feng squatted down beside the Japanese soldier who had not yet taken his breath, glanced at the Japanese soldier who was about to lose his breath but pretended to be calm, and then whispered in Japanese, "You shouldn't come to China, if you come, you can't go back alive." ”

The Japanese soldier, who was bleeding and about to die, opened his eyes wide and his lips trembled in horror, Qin Feng guessed that this thing was trying to ask who he was? Why do you speak Japanese? Qin Feng lowered his head and quietly looked at the other party's eyes, then slowly stabbed the bayonet in his hand into the other party's chest, and finally said calmly, "I am Chinese, and I am also a nightmare for you Japanese." Qin Feng's actions of mending the corpses one by one puzzled the routs who came down from the roof, but no one dared to ask, after all, Qin Feng mended the corpses of Japanese soldiers.

"Clean up the battlefield and take only light machine guns and ammunition, maybe there will be Japanese troops rushing here." The man surnamed Liu called those defeated soldiers to clean up the battlefield according to Qin Feng's instructions, and at the same time arranged two well-skilled defeated soldiers to go to the street corner to guard. Seeing that the big cow coming down from the roof was safe, Qin Feng also relieved himself, found a brick and stone on the side of the street and sat down, took out scattered bullets and fast and slow machine magazines and was busy reloading bullets.

"Sir, someone is coming over there, listen to the movement, that number is not small." The two guard posts arranged by the man surnamed Liu at the entrance of the street hurried back, and before the man surnamed Liu who learned about the incident had time to report to Qin Feng, everyone could already hear the gunshots and shouts coming from the corner of the street. "Disperse and go up to the room to find cover." Qin Feng, who came back to his senses, only said a few words, and the routs, who were already a little frightened, immediately dispersed and climbed onto the rooftops on both sides of the street again.

"Boss, it's the national army." As soon as Qin Feng loaded a bullet bridge into the magazine of the gun, the man surnamed Liu, who was lying beside him, handed the telescope to Qin Feng. Taking the binoculars, Qin Feng, who was lying on the roof, looked at the other side of the street, and the first few figures to appear in the telescope were indeed wearing the uniforms of the national army. More than forty scattered soldiers of the national army were forming a group and hurriedly entering the street from the lines, and Qin Feng only saw in the telescope that this group of soldiers of the national army had about a dozen rifles.

Cui Xiaodong roared wildly, and kept waving the short gun in his hand, asking his brothers to run faster. As soon as he turned into the street, the outpost brother ran back and told him that they had found many corpses of devils in front of him. There are corpses of devil soldiers, which means that there have been battles here, there are corpses of devil soldiers, and maybe there will be national troops, Cui Xiaodong's eyes lit up, and he urged his soldiers to run faster.

rushed from the corner of the street to the middle of the street, Cui Xiaodong and the others only saw the corpses of the Japanese soldiers, not to mention the discovery of the national army, and even the corpses of the national army. Cui Xiaodong, whose lips were already chapped and chapped in his mouth, subconsciously licked his lips with his tongue, at this moment he was somewhat disappointed in his heart, there were only more than 40 soldiers left under his command, and there were only a dozen rifles left, which was difficult to fight with the Japanese soldiers who pursued them.

The broken soldier came over and reported: "Company commander, the devils behind have caught up!" Glancing at the street corner from a distance, Cui Xiaodong was on the verge of collapse due to extreme disappointment and exhaustion, and then shouted to the soldiers beside him, "Don't run, don't run, defend on the spot." Damn, eighteen years later, we are good men again. ”

Cui Xiaodong wasn't scared at all, isn't he just a death, who hasn't thought about this day when he is a soldier? Throwing a cigarette into his mouth, he lit a fire, but did not light it, and he glanced at his brothers beside him. The brothers all laughed, and the smile was so helpless and bright. Cui Xiaodong also laughed, lit the cigarette and shouted with some annoyance, "Brothers, let's run all the way, and the devil will chase all the way." We have more than 100 brothers, and now we are all left, let's not run away, let's die here. ”