The three machine guns on the military vehicle let out a devilish roar in unison, and the flying bullets bounced up layers of dirt, protruding the corpses on the ground into meat sauce. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Liao Changsheng ran backwards under the pull of Zhang Erdu, dodging the rain of bullets and bullets of the devil in the ravines and rocky corpses, bending his body and shuttling through the artillery fire.

With the support of the devil went crazy to chase the remaining dozen people of the independent regiment, the devil's military vehicle stopped, and almost four squads of troops came down from the tail box, and the fire was very fierce.

Between the running footsteps was the sideways flight of bullets, Zhang Er duly shot to cover Liao Changsheng's evacuation, the devil didn't want to give them a chance to escape at all, and the ten artillerymen once again performed their own tricks.

With a "pop", five shells erupted, adding to the roar of the machine guns, and Liao Changsheng's team was separated and shattered.

It took a lot of effort to pull the battle distance away, and returned to the mound where the attack had begun.

The devil's cannonball fell, and with a "boom" blew the mound and the two soldiers into scattered sand, and the fragments of military uniforms with a little flame fluttered in the wind and slowly fell.

Liao Changsheng's team had less than ten people left, holding their heads and moving towards the large rocks and ravines that could dodge bullets, and a group of wild wolves were like moving ants looking for cracks in the rubble piles to survive.

After the devil bombarded and shot wildly, he launched a charge, Zhang Er stupidly poked his head out and fired two shots, and was rushed back by the bullets swept by the devil's machine gun.

The bullets "poofed" into the dirt, and the earth and stones fell on the brothers' bodies like flowers, and the orderly roar of the cannonballs in front and behind carried bloodthirsty shrapnel and gravel with a powerful wave of air slashed the bloody air in the air.

This is a land of despair, the blood from the corpses stains the soil red, the charred dirt after the shelling, both colors represent the loss of life, the slaughter of flesh and blood.

Under the strong cover of machine guns and artillery fire, the devil's charge was flattened, and it seemed that they were about to reach the hiding place of the independent regiment.

A soldier jumped out and fired a shot, the bullet was the best return salute, passed through the throat of a devil, and the moment the bullet case was jammed, the soldier's machine gun was passed through by the bullet, fell weakly, and rolled down the slope.

A dozen devils held bayonets in both hands and plunged into his not wide body, and the soldier breathed sharply and pulled out the fuse of the grenade on his waist.

The devil looked at his masterpiece under the bayonet with satisfaction, the soldier's eyes closed, and with a "boom", the grenade exploded and dismembered his divided body.

The dozen or so devils who were surrounded were also blown away in all directions, with different postures, scorched and blackened on the ground, struggling to crawl over and pick up their blown arms.

A devil with a broken leg was holding his thighs with both hands and screaming, and the bloody thigh muscles were exposed, not neatly divided, but pieces of flesh and blood hung on the thighs with skin, and some of them were already scorched.

The devil is still charging, this momentum is very similar to Liao Changsheng's attack on the camp, but unfortunately the two sides have swapped positions.

"Grenades, grenades!"

Liao Changsheng looked at the swarming devils and roared, and the brothers around him gathered all the grenades in front of Liao Changsheng.

A burst of green smoke came out continuously, Liao Changsheng pulled out eight grenades in one breath and threw them out, and the grenades swirled in the air one after another and fell in front of the charging devils, and it was a tragic scene of a group of devils falling to the ground.

A machine gun bullet flew across the messy land, through the bloodstained smoke passed past Liao Changsheng's ear, through the eyes of the soldiers behind him to look at the battle situation, bursting out a ball of plasma, and a stream of bloody arrows came out of the back of his head, and the soldier was planted into the ravine without expression.

"Big brother, let's go! I'll cover," Wang Mang's huge man said in a gentle voice at this moment.

"Let's go together!"

When Liao Changsheng brought them out of prison, he would not abandon them easily.

"With your words, brother, I haven't gone in vain in this life!" The corners of Wang Mang's eyes were red, an orphan who had no relatives since he was a child seemed to understand what relatives were? What is love?

"Let's go!" Wang Mang shouted, "Take the big brother away!" ”

Zhang Ersil and Xie Pi dragged Liao Changsheng back to evacuate, Liao Changsheng struggled to resist and kicked his feet, this scene seemed to return to the moment when Gangzi, Liao Changsheng didn't want to see such a thing happen again.

Wang Mang smiled innocently and waved his hand to Liao Changsheng, the fat of the hob on his face jumped up and down, which was extremely cute.

The cute big fat man tied the rest of the grenade together, pulled out a long lead and held it in his mouth.

Wang Mang set the heavy machine gun in his arms on the mound, hung two rows of long brown bullets on his shoulders, and stepped heavily into the dirt ten centimeters deep, leaning against the hard loess behind him.

"Grandma's!"

The heavy machine gun in his hand swayed from side to side with ease in the huge palm, and the charging devils fell down in a row and rolled down the slope.

The machine gun "suddenly" turned, eggshells flew in the ravine, the scorching heat burned Wang Mang's hands, and the smell of burnt skin and flesh came from the palms and where the machine guns were attached.

The platoon of bullets was like a line of death to isolate the devil's charge, and one of the devil's shells fell behind Wang Mang, and a large pile of dust splashed covered his vision.

"Poof" A bullet flew out of the muzzle of the devil's gun and drilled into Wang Mang's abdomen, and then more than a dozen bullets stirred on Wang Mang's fat one after another, and the huge belly was beaten into a hornet's nest by the bullet.

There is still a little flesh and skin between the blood hole and the blood hole that the bullet drilled into, Wang Mang leaned on the loess behind him, his feet were firmly in the dirt, and he did not fall, holding his breath without breathing, and frantically strafing the devil.

Once again, the devil stopped at the line of separation of machine-gun bullets.

"Wang Mang!" Liao Changsheng shouted in pain, the blood in Wang Mang's mouth began to overflow, he turned his head and smiled at the brothers, the bright red blood stained his teeth, and the laughter stopped.

A devil calmly fired a shot, the bullet had no sound in Wang Mang's ears, and passed through Wang Mang's head, Wang Mang tilted his head to look at his brothers, and that honest smile lay on the loess.

The long lead shouted in his mouth was pulled out with the gravity of his body, and the remaining ten grenades were like the most dazzling fireworks, playing the great song of life for Wang Mang, and the composer was the strongest machine gunner, a heroic anti-Japanese hero.

Liao Changsheng sat on the ground with tears streaming down his face, the pain in his heart could not be dissipated, and he stared blankly at the big pit that was bombarded by ten grenades, trying to find Wang Mang's shadow, but he found nothing.

The devil was isolated from the big pit, and Liao Changsheng's team had withdrawn to the top of the hill, and the brothers sang a song for this departed brother as the last blank and grateful.