The dry grass in the village swayed from side to side with the cool breeze, and the abandoned grass huts were covered with moss, and the devil stopped in this dead silence, and Abe ordered the soldiers to rest in place. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

More than 100 soldiers sat on the ground in a relatively concentrated manner with 38 large cover rifles, bragging, and looking relatively loose.

Liao Changsheng and his ten brothers set up an ambush on the ridge of the village, and since the field was long unmanaged, the dense weeds became their best hide.

Zhang Ersil adjusted his breathing and moved the muzzle of the gun to Abe Saburo's head, but at a distance of 500 meters, he would definitely be able to shoot his head with one shot, but Abe didn't feel anything wrong at all, and picked the dirt on the soles of his feet with the Taihe knife in his hand.

"Brother Changsheng, do you want to fight? I can kill that guy Abe with one shot! "There's nothing easier for a gunner than hitting a stationary target.

Wu Guoqiang's most important purpose for Liao Changsheng to come out was to kill the devil's technical team, and there were no people in front of him, besides, Liao Changsheng's hatred for Abe Saburo could only be relieved by a blade, if he was shot in the head by Zhang Erdu, it would be too cheap for this arrogant guy.

"Wait!"

The wait was the most uncomfortable, the dense weeds painted on the brothers' skin, and it was very uncomfortable, and from time to time a few ants and flying insects burrowed into the brothers' bodies, and this taste was unbearable for some men.

The sweat of the death squad brothers was wet all over their bodies, and they all opened their mouths, cocked their noses to avoid the sweat from their foreheads from flowing into their mouths, and their eyes kept blinking to ensure the best combat eyesight.

"Boom, boom" Suddenly the sound of an engine came from not far away, and the brothers of the death squad looked at each other, it should be the technical team of the devil who is coming, it can't be wrong, concentrate on preparing for battle.

A military vehicle, the green military vehicle stopped, and a devil opened the car door and ran in front of Abe, as if to report something? Abe nodded in satisfaction.

The door on the other side of the military vehicle opened, and out came a middle-aged Japanese, with eyes, looking more gentle, the man patted his trouser legs, brown leather shoes walked carefully on the dirt, afraid of dirty shoes, carrying a briefcase in his hand, walked up to Abe and covered his right hand on his chest to make a greeting salute.

Saburo Abe also returned the salute politely.

Although I don't know what the two are underestimating? But Liao Changsheng concluded that this neatly dressed man must be an engineer invited by the devil.

"Second fool, did you see the man with the eyes? Kill him! ”

Zhang Ersil made an OK gesture, slowly adjusted the position of the face, and pulled the trigger with his fingers steadily.

Abe saw from the reflector of the military vehicle that the muzzle of the gun was facing the engineer, and pushed him behind the military vehicle, and the bullet flying from the muzzle of Zhang Erdu's gun only slashed Abe's arm.

"! It's a pity," Liao Changsheng snorted.

At this time, the devils sitting on the ground all held their guns and shot in the direction where Zhang Erdu's bullets flew, and the gunshots of "poof" continued, and the bullets flying out of the muzzle of the devil's guns flew towards Tian Kan hidden by the death squad in an orderly manner.

The flying bullets sank into the dirt and made a muffled sound, after all, it was hundreds of guns, and the shooting was too intensive, and the brothers of the death squad were scared back by the dirt kicked by the bullets as soon as they raised their heads and were about to shoot back.

Zhang Ersil slowly crawled to a position not far away, and the bullets of the devils who avoided fired three shots in a row, the bullets pierced the air and penetrated the devil's forehead with a piercing sound, shooting out a stream of bloody arrows, the three devils leaned back, and the rifle in their hands slowly fell to the ground with their bodies.

When the devil heard the gunfire from the other direction, he thought that he was ambushed, so he took two steps back by inertia, hiding behind a big tree trunk and a grass hut to shoot.

"Hit!" Liao Changsheng shouted.

Zhang Ersil's three shots came at the right time, earning a chance to breathe a sigh of relief for the brothers who were ambushed in the weeds.

With Liao Changsheng's roar, the death squad brothers pulled the trigger, and the bullets whistled out from the muzzle, twisting and tearing the brains and internal organs of this devil at a rapid pace.

The abandoned village was lively, with gunfire and bullets flying to lift the hay on the grass house, and sparks lit up and burned.

Zhang Ersil moved wantonly in the wide rice field, found the right position, and calmly fired a shot, and the bullet flew out from a tricky angle, penetrating the oil pipe of the green-skinned military vehicle.

"Boom", the military vehicle exploded, blowing up the devils who were hiding behind and shooting, and the whole body was burned by the fire, and the devils rolled left and right on the ground in pain, but the ground was full of hay, and the fire became bigger and bigger, and several devils were burned alive in front of their companions.

Abe Saburo did not panic, and the wound covering his arm moved the engineer to the rear of the soldiers, and began to move towards another military vehicle, behind which were squatting more than a dozen members of the technical team.

After all, these people had never been on the battlefield, and when they heard the gunshots, their faces were terrified, and they squatted in the trunk behind the car with their heads covered.

Abe opened the fence of the tail box and asked them to follow one by one and evacuate behind the devil's artillery fire, Zhang Ersil broke the fuel tank of the military vehicle with another shot, and the "boom" explosion blew up the two technicians who had not had time to get out of the car.

The two military vehicles that exploded ignited a huge fire, billowing black smoke filled the air, the smell was terrible, and the devil in the front covered his nose and continued to shoot.

Abe Saburo put down the Wangba box in his hand, took the 38 big cover rifle from the devil next to him, leaned his injured arm against the low dirt, leaned the rifle against the trunk of the tree with the other hand, slowly adjusted the muzzle, and fired a shot, and the bullet flew through the thick smoke that filled the air and hit the chest of a brother of the death squad.

A stream of blood poured out of his mouth, and he fell to his knees on the ground, and his body fell into the grass.

Zhang Ersil saw Abe's position, and when Abe raised his gun again to shoot in the direction of Liao Changsheng, the bullets that flew out of the muzzle of Zhang Ersil whistled away with a roar.

The devil next to him pounced and pressed Abe to the ground, the bullet passed through the devil's back, Abe pushed away the devil who was pressing on his body, the devil's mouth was bloody, his eyes were foggy, and he was motionless.

Saburo Abe looked in the direction where the bullet was flying, but he couldn't see the figure and waved his hand back.

Ten artillerymen slowly moved forward and set up throwing canisters behind a high mound.

"Put" Abe gave an order.

With a "bang", the shells fell into the throwing canister and flew out, and the five shells with white-gray smoke drew an arc in the air and landed "boom", blowing up the three brothers of the independent regiment.

Five large craters were presented, and the embers of the explosion of the shells ignited the grass, and a succession of grasses quickly ignited, one hill after another, and the flames and burning fog obscured the devil's vision.

"Withdraw!" Liao Changsheng gave an order, and the black jackal "Wangwang" screamed twice, and the remaining seven brothers quickly withdrew from the battlefield.

The village, thundered by bullets and artillery fire, was dead again, save for the "crackling" sound of burning firewood.