The sound of real chalk bombs whistling past the veteran was not afraid, and even dared to stand up and shoot!

Because that means that the chalk bomb must be at least two meters away from him, and when you hear the chirping and chirping sound of the chalk, you must immediately lie down and move your position, because it means that the chalk is already very close to you, if the real chalk bomb flies over the top of your scalp ten centimeters, then there will be a burn scar on the top of the head that is at least two fingers wide and long.

Lao Shanxi is carrying his head in the rain of bullets and bullets to do a terrible errand, back and forth, Lao Shanxi was annoyed to find the place where the line was broken less than fifteen meters away from Fangzi Mountain.

While whistling and hurting Lao Tzu to run so far, Lao Shanxi, who had wasted so much good luck, was quickly disconnected, Fang Zishan and others were paying close attention to Lao Shanxi's every move, at this time, at least two Type 92 heavy machine guns seemed to have discovered the location of Lao Shanxi, and the dense tracer bullets hit the stones near Lao Shanxi sparks, but Lao Shanxi was not moved at all, people died and birds were facing the sky, and they would not die for thousands of years!

This is the real battlefield, moving is also dead and dead in order to make his death worthwhile, when Lao Shanxi bit the last thread, his good luck finally ran out, at least three heavy machine bombs hit his thighs and abdomen, and the huge impact of the quilt chalk bomb lifted a heel in place Lao Shanxi fell to the side motionless.

Alas! Fang Zishan slammed his fist on the position, and just as the big bowl of noodles was about to rush out, Liang Dabao grabbed the big bowl of noodles and shouted in surprise: "Battalion commander!" The old calf is not dead! ”

Fang Zishan took a closer look, and Lao Shanxi was struggling to move his body, as if he had contained two wires. , indistinctly shouted: "Bow explosion! Come on! ”

Fang Zishan suddenly realized that the chalk blaster in his hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds? Can't twist it? At this time, Lao Shanxi seemed to use his last strength and shouted: "Qin Guozhong, I have your sister!" You don't have a handle down there! Press ah! Grandpa can't stand it! ”

Lao Shanxi's words became smaller and smaller, blood had already gushed out of his nostrils and mouth, and Lao Shanxi turned his head with all his strength to look at the brothers who had lived and died together these days, and finally his head hung down weakly.

And the amateur interpreter of the Japanese army next to Aihara Masa-- also frowned and was at a loss, because in the fierce firefight, the mouth-to-ear yelling was often not heard clearly, let alone the shouting more than a hundred meters away, so he was thinking about how to perfunctory Aihara Masaichi?

Suddenly, the amateur interpreter noticed that there seemed to be something in the mound of dirt beside him. And with wires attached? So he carefully cleaned up the nearby soil and rocks.

Qin Guozhong dragged the chalk blaster over, and roared with tears in his eyes: "Brother, go all the way!" ”

Twist it hard!

At the same time, the amateur interpreter on the Japanese position finally cleared out the suspicious object, and immediately frightened his soul, because it was half a box of explosives and a bundle of a dozen grenades!

Rumble! Boom!

Dozens of explosive points suddenly rose in the trenches occupied by the Aihara squadron, and the Japanese troops near the explosion points were suddenly plunged into the pervasive gunsmoke, flesh and blood flew sideways, and the stumps and severed arms flew high into the sky with the air waves of the explosion, and the Japanese soldiers who were disemboweled

More unaware Japanese officers and soldiers were running around shouting anti-artillery, and Shoi Aihara's amateur translator would have been reduced to a part - the only thing worth celebrating was that the amateur translator finally didn't have to worry about how he fooled the squadron leader......

Shoichi Aihara was shocked in this explosion, and compared to those subordinates whose internal organs and stumps and broken arms flew around, Shoichi Aihara was undoubtedly very lucky.

Finally, give the Japanese a tip! …,

Tart, tart! Phew! Grunt!

All of them were two accurate short-point shots, which made the Japanese soldiers who were agitated and rushing forward cry wolf.

You must know that a deputy shooter only carries a total of twelve magazines and a spare barrel, and the average three magazines need to be changed once, otherwise the range and accuracy of the machine gun will be greatly affected, if you pull the trigger and hold two magazines in a row, I am afraid that even the barrel can not be removed at that time, the principle of thermal expansion and cold contraction will make the barrel of the light machine gun stuck firmly stuck and can only wait for its natural cooling before it can be disassembled!

Chinese soldiers cherish their weapons, they love them quite much, and the degree of cherishing is even beyond their own lives, weapons are the lives of soldiers, but for Chinese soldiers, machine guns are far more precious than life.

The machine step bullets that flew out of the flames of the Fang Zishan machine gun can cause huge damage after penetrating the human body, the hole covered by the thumb in the front, the eyes the size of a fist in the back, and the extremely high muzzle velocity can often take away a large piece of flesh and blood, if it happens to hit the bones of the forearm or calf, then ......

After a barrage of fire, Aihara Shoichi brandished his katana and shouted frantically, Aihara's squadron had never suffered such a crushing defeat.

"Call for artillery support, and give me a fierce bombardment of the stubborn and despicable Shina army on the opposite side!" Aihara roared with all his might.

Aihara used almost all the bad words he knew himself on the Chinese soldiers on the other side without hesitation.

The Japanese are not only poor in resources, but also poor in language......

Ten minutes later, the artillery bombardment called by Shoichi Aihara came as scheduled, and the Adachi squadron commanded by Kazuo Adachi was suddenly blown up.

The extremely bored naval command did not check it, but immediately ordered the warships anchored on the Huangpu River to begin correcting the shelling positions.

When large-caliber howitzers roared from the river and fell from the sky, Shoichi Aihara realized a big problem, that is, his battleship seemed to be in the wrong place? Quickly contact the division headquarters and ask the navy to stop the shelling, and ask the navy to stop the shelling!

When the coordination between the army and the navy was completed, the remnants of the Adachi squadron and the Aihara squadron were only two or three kittens left, and the excited Adachi Kazuo and Aihara Shoichi, as soon as the two met, they fought, and Aihara Shodaichi scolded Adachi Kazuo for being a defect to the army.

The early morning mist is the best cover, and the living Fang Zishan returned to the position with Liang Dabao, Lao Dongbei, Big Bowl Noodles, and Small Glasses, built his own foxhole, collected ammunition and weapons on the corpses of Japanese soldiers, and the five people in ragged clothes comforted each other.

This is the land of China, and only if there are still Chinese soldiers, this land still belongs to China!

It's just that these defenders have realized that they seem to be the last lone troops here, and the fact that a squadron of Japanese troops was able to touch from the rear of the position last night means that they are completely isolated......

Zhen counted the chalky bullets in the chamber of the gun, Fang Zishan did not feel a trace of despair, compared to those comrades who died in battle, living is a kind of happiness and a responsibility, the only thing Fang Zishan feels incredible now is where is the second platoon?

Lao Dongbei, who was not far away, hesitated for a moment and said, "I said battalion commander, no, should we take advantage of this time to withdraw?" It's not a way to carry it here! Now the two machine guns have only five magazines, and I am afraid that they will not be able to withstand even an attack by small Japan. ”…,

Old Northeast's statement made Fang Zishan a little tempted, but Liang Dabao on the side splashed a basin of cold water and said:

"What the fuck are you trying to kill the battalion commander? If our big head retreats, he may be regarded as a straggler, and the battalion commander will bear the responsibility for the loss of the position, so he will be shot! Don't look at this fart big place, you can't afford to pay the responsibility if you lose the battalion commander! ”

"Fuck, where's the walkie-talkie?" Fang Zishan asked viciously.

In fact, there is no need for others to answer, the walkie-talkie has long since died, the radio station is there, and none of the people left here can fiddle with it......

"Master, my teacher, where the hell should you be." Fang Zishan muttered and cursed his division commander Heitie in his heart, Lao Tzu has hit this point, if the reinforcements don't come again, they will really die.

I and my brothers have done our best, really have done our best.

The brethren are all dead, and they have only one company in their hands, one company. It's really an incredible miracle to be able to hold on until now!

Thinking of this, Fang Zishan let out a long sigh......

Come on, don't think about it anymore, anyway, everyone will die here together at that time. There's nothing to be afraid of, the chalk snaps and snorts, passing through the body, then there's nothing to know.

Victory, defeat, has nothing to do with yourself.

But as long as he is alive and has a breath, he will die on this position.

"Battalion commander, do you still have smoke?" Liang Dabao said with a shy face.

"Get out!" Fang Zishan scolded without curiosity: "Where is there still smoke in Lao Tzu?" Just those few fucking cigarettes have made you miserable, and Lao Tzu is still addicted to smoking.

Liang Dabao smiled wryly, didn't dare to provoke the battalion commander again, stuck out his tongue, and quickly slipped away.

Time is ticking by, and the final moment of departure is approaching......

"Where are the reinforcements?" Black Iron asked with a dark face.

"There's still three hours to go."

"Quicken, quicken!" Heitie looked a little irritated: "Is there any contact between the brothers?" ”

"No, I'm worried that Liu Li Jiayu hesitated, but still expressed his worries: "Fang Zishan only has one company in his hands, I'm afraid they won't be able to hold on." ”

"Fart!" Hei Tie angrily interrupted his chief of staff's words: "They have to die on their own positions, they are Lao Tzu's soldiers, that is Lao Tzu's order to defend to the death!" ”

They are Lao Tzu's soldiers, and that is Lao Tzu's order to defend to the death!. ）