"Run, run!" One by one, the soldier stood up and ran back frantically, but it was useless.

"Chirp." The bullet hit the ground behind him, and the fifth bullet hit his ankle crisply, and he immediately fell forward.

Then, the other bullets swept from his feet to the top of his head like a line, leaving more than fifty bullet holes on his body, and blood gushed out of his body, turning his body into a blood-red color.

"Damn the Germans, kill it!" At this time, Major General Van der Griff's eyes were almost on fire, and he shouted loudly: "Machine guns, machine guns, shoot me into the sky immediately!" ”

They did not have many machine guns at hand, and when retreating, the water-cooled M1917A1 heavy machine gun showed a great disadvantage, it was too bulky and heavy, and it didn't matter when it was transported by car, and now they were walking on foot, it wouldn't work.

There were only a few machine guns.

A machine gunner picked up his machine gun, but the machine gun was too heavy, he couldn't lift it at all, and in later TV dramas, he held a machine gun to shoot at the sky, it was all a pose, a heavy machine gun, plus recoil, no one could lift it up and shoot at the sky, especially a heavy machine gun!

"I'll be the scaffold!" Another soldier shouted, picking up the barrel of his bulky water-cooled heavy machine gun and placing it on his shoulder, before the heavy pulled the trigger.

"Da Da Da!" Heavy machine guns roared, bullets flew into the sky, but they were still far from helicopters!

If you want to shoot in the air, you must have a special anti-aircraft machine gun, a special sight, because when the bullet flies in the sky, it walks in an arc, and now, the machine gun bullet not only does not hit the helicopter in the sky, but attracts the attention of the shooter.

Phillips turned his gun around and fired at the roaring and fiery machine gun, and with a chainsaw-like sound, the bullet passed easily through the soldier carrying the machine gun, and then through the soldier behind him, and the two screamed and fell backwards, and the machine gun was thrown aside.

Attacking the ground from the sky is nothing short of a massacre! The helicopter is the best weapon against the enemy's infantry, and it is invincible until there are no portable anti-aircraft missiles.

Phillips was murderous, his machine guns were aimed at wherever they brought death, about twenty or so helicopters, as if they were side-by-side harvesters, harvesting the lives of soldiers on the ground.

"I'm coming!" Just then, a voice came.

Baslon crawled out of the pile of dead.

He was wounded in the initial organization of the German tank attack, and when he was rescued from the front line, he was reluctant to continue up, but was stuffed into a car and was going to be sent to Reykjavík.

However, before the car he was riding in had started, the news came that the transport line behind him was blocked, and he lagged behind, and as a result, he ran with the retreating infantry, he just did not have a weapon with him.

Now, seeing the helicopters raging overhead, if they haven't fought back effectively, they're all dead here!

Baslon stood up.

He picked up a water-cooled heavy machine gun, the machine gun still had blood with body temperature on it, this heavy machine gun, in his hand, was like a toy, his arms, muscles erected one by one, this was a strong man.

Holding the machine gun, Baslon ran forward for a while, came to the top of a large rock, and mounted the machine gun on it.

At this time, a few people behind the big stone were suddenly shocked, it was easy to just mess around here, and now they want to attract the Germans again?

Don't shoot, here is the division commander! Before the words could be shouted, the machine gun in Baslon's hand let out a roaring sound like fried beans.

"Da-da-da-da." Machine gun bullets flew into the sky, and Baslone's eyes narrowed into a line, and at the same time, he was constantly adjusting his shooting posture to try to hit the opponent!

At this time, the other party has just flown over his own side and him from behind!

"Whoosh!" A bullet grazed Phillips' scalp, and in an instant he felt the heat in his head, and then, a row of bullet holes appeared in the back of the helicopter.

"Pull up, pull up!" Phillips shouted loudly, but thankfully he didn't hit the key spot.

While the pilot in front was pulling up, Phillips was already twisting his machine gun.

The enemy fired from the side and rear, and Phillips leaned out half of his body outside, turned the muzzle of the machine gun, and fired wildly towards the ground.

The bullet chain was rattling, and the yellow, orange and orange shells jumped down one by one.

The firing of this machine gun is even more exciting, as if it is two fencers, one of them must die!

Phillips believes it won't be himself.

As soon as the helicopter in the air moved, the angle of fire on the ground had to be readjusted, and the only chance to shoot down the helicopter was lost, and Phillips's bullets, roaring and flying past, his machine gun was steaming, and it was already about to hit red.

The bullet was still five or six meters away from the stone, and Phillips adjusted his angle of fire, and the bullet swept sideways.

Shooting at the ground in the sky, you can clearly see the impact point and make corrections, but hitting the sky from the ground is not so easy, whose naked eye can catch a bullet flying seven or eight hundred meters per second?

Damn it!

It was getting dark.

Before Major General Vandergrift could curse, the roaring bullet flew at him, hit the stones, and sputtered sparks, which terrified them.

It's good to block it.

But then, the helicopter came around.

What are the benefits of a helicopter? Of course, it's mobility, there are no dead ends for shooting, and if you have a dead end, just go around.

As the helicopter circled, the bullets also followed, and countless bullets hit several people hiding behind the stones.

Major General Van der Grift's body trembled a few times, his back rested against the stone, slowly sliding down, his eyes looking into the distance, where black smoke was constantly rising, and the tank units of the Germans, had come up.

He slowly closed his eyes and fell into permanent darkness.

There was anger in Basilon's eyes, he couldn't turn that fast at all, his muzzle couldn't keep up with the muzzle of the other party's gun, so he could only watch the other party's bullets fly past him and hit the people around him.

Teachers? Only now did he see it clearly.

If he had known that the division commander was here, he would definitely not fight back here.