The painful feeling was as dark as the gray sky, and he wanted to seek that little light, how luxurious it was in this smoky land, Liao Changsheng took out the soaked cigarette in his arms and issued one, and the brothers squatted and held the gun in their hands. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

I found a few dry firewood buried under the sand in the nearby ruins, lit a fire, and finally got a fire, and roasted cigarettes in the bonfire, roasted wet bodies, and roasted wet bullets.

Xie Pi is gone, and the black jackal doesn't know if he can be saved, Liao Changsheng's dull eyes stared at the burning wooden stick, took a deep puff of the dried paper cigarette, and looked at the gray sky in the afternoon, his eyes revealed despair and struggle.

There were not many bullets, the grenades were used up, the iron rods that the soldiers had found from the ruins, the hard wooden sticks as backups, there were only a dozen or so cigarettes in a pack, and those who had never smoked were spitting white circles for fun, and finally smoked once in their lives, like some great event, and choked on two puffs of excitement with too much excitement.

The "boom" devil's shell fell into the ruins not far behind Liao Changsheng, and the mud and stones on the ruins were scattered in all directions, just like the porter of the mud and stones, and I don't know if the devil had considered the feelings of the mud and stones, leaving huge craters by the way, and the whole land was like a hornet's nest, full of pits, flowing muddy water, and sand and gravel.

At this time, Liao Changsheng seemed a little calm, and when he heard the sound of the cannon, he covered his ears and shrunk his neck, it was too usual, and it was all such a roar all day.

"Brothers in the back, make up for it and prepare for battle"

There was no sound of footsteps, and a young little brother lowered his head and said, "Sir, there is no one left, they are all dead" in a sad tone with a sobbing voice.

Liao Changsheng extinguished the cigarette butt in the muddy water, glanced at it, there were indeed a lot of corpses lying on the ground, and there were not many people alive, probably estimated that there were less than seventy people, and the last strength of the independent regiment was only four or five hundred people around Wu Guoqiang, with thousands of casualties in just half a day, Liao Changsheng rotated the extinguished cigarette butts with his fingertips, and sighed, "The battle must continue to be fought!" ”

"Captain Liao, let's fight with them, anyway, it's death, Lao Tzu still wants to kill two more!"

The shells continued to flash and roar, and the little brother's bold voice was particularly powerful.

"Fight, fight"

Liao Changsheng looked back and saw that they were all cucumber eggs about the same age as himself, and he was about to die if he even touched the woman's hand.

"O dear country! But remember this group of young warriors."

As soon as Liao Changsheng's voice fell, the sound of the devil's charge and the friction of bullets across the air came wildly.

"Prepare for battle!"

The brothers leveled their guns, watched intently as the figure of the devil appeared, and shot at the head and chest, and the few remaining bullets had to be found accurately, and one shot would kill them, but they couldn't be wasted.

The charging devils maintained a good formation, coordinated with each other very well, coupled with accurate marksmanship, the brothers were a little unstoppable, the flying bullets beckoned the soldiers' bodies all over, one or two soldiers were just three bullets through their faces, the flesh turned up by the impact force was really ugly, and the whole head could be said to be bleeding to death through eleven holes, which was extremely cruel.

The devil traveled faster and faster, and in Liao Changsheng's rare gunfire, the devil was shot to the ground on a large scale, but the bullets that did not form a firepower network could not stop the devil at all, but brothers were constantly shot.

"Hurry up and inform Regiment Commander Wu, you can't hold it, take everyone to the south of the city, quickly" Liao Changsheng turned his head and said to the soldiers beside him.

The soldier nodded, quickly stood up, and before he ran a few steps, the devil's cannonball fell from the sky, arrogantly tearing at the soldier's body, and after a burst of smoke, the soldier disappeared.

Liao Changsheng glanced back, now is not the time to pray for him, immediately turned around, dodged the bullets flying all over the sky, lay on the sack and continued to shoot, the devil's shells kept roaring behind him, and the arms and thighs of the brothers flew past him from time to time.

There were bullets fired by the charging devils in the dirt and rolling stones of the shells, and bullets from the muzzles of the devils in the smoke and flames, in short, there was no small piece of quiet land, all of which was monopolized by death.

The last resistance of the soldiers, the marksmanship was extremely accurate, but it didn't help, it really couldn't be stopped, the muzzle of Liao Changsheng's hand flew out the last two bullets, and the high-speed rotation broke through the air, stirring the devil's forehead bone and internal organs, and the two devils stopped in place and fell in a pool of blood.

The brothers' guns stopped, they looked at each other and nodded, pretending that the whole army was annihilated, dead and silent, dodging bullets and leaning on the sacks, holding iron rods and long knives in their hands and waiting for the arrival of the devils.

The charging devil lowered the muzzle of the gun, searched for it, and the moment he stepped into the bunker, the brothers' eyes opened sharply, and a stick stabbed the devil's lower body, more than a dozen devils threw off the gun, their faces were bruised and jumped, and the guy in the hands of the brothers beckoned to the past, and there was an iron rod in the head, and the violent shaking and the vibration of the iron rod, there was a roar in the devil's ears, and a stream of blood flowed out, and he closed his eyes and fell to the ground slowly.

There was a knife, a knife slashed into the devil's neck, the knife stuck in the neck, cutting through a long bloody path, the soldier kicked the devil's body, pulled hard, the devil's body rotated, and the big knife brought out a gushing blood stained his face.

Liao Changsheng wiped his face with one hand, the devil's blood washed his face, he was happy, and continued to slash forward, the soldiers of less than thirty people roared desperately no worse than the devils of hundreds of people, the devil aimed at Liao Changsheng and was about to shoot, so far away, the devil looked at the red eyes and shook his hands, changed the way of attack and stabbed with a bayonet, Liao Changsheng rushed over in a hurry, a huge knife passed through the devil's abdomen, the devil vomited blood in his mouth, and the gun in his hand also fell, Liao Changsheng pulled out the big knife hard, and pulled out the intestines of the devil.

"Ahhh

The soldier's expression was hideous, his eyes were angry, his muscles were skyrocketing, and he struck a stick on the devil's head, a fatal blow, and there was no room for resistance.

The ravines, pools, and craters were full of power and power, rolling back and forth, beating and beating, and whatever was caught, adding a touch of bright red that could not be synthesized in the black muddy water.

Liao Changsheng slashed the devil who was riding on the soldier with a knife, bent over, gasped, and a devil flew in and threw him into the crater.