"Yes!" The old thief on the other side of the phone said yes, and an explosion sounded behind him like a background dubbing, and the devil began to attack again!

"Follow me into the trenches!" After hanging up the phone, the old thief grabbed a rifle and turned to leave, and several guards behind him hurriedly followed. A group of people carefully dodged the devil's shells and ran into the nearest trench.

The devils have already begun to charge upwards, and our fighters are shooting at the devils from the trenches. The old thief and his guards guarded a trench along with the ordinary soldiers around them, firing bullets at the devils who were getting closer and closer on the opposite side.

"Forward!" The commander of the 13th Wing, Yu Chengmin, held his command knife and loudly gave the order to attack his troops. With Dazuo personally supervising the battle in the back, the devils attacked more fiercely with their rifles.

"Smack!" The old thief knocked down a devil who was running forward with a rifle in one shot, pulled the bolt, and was about to aim for the next one, when the machine gun on the left suddenly stopped.

Ten meters to the left is a water-cooled heavy machine gun, which has been firing since the old thief climbed into the trench, giving the impression of being accompanied by the sidelines. Listening to the sound of machine guns and shooting devils, the old thief quite liked this feeling. As soon as the sound of the machine gun stopped, the old thief immediately noticed. When I turned my face, it turned out that it was the machine gun shooter who died!

The ammunition man who was transporting the ammunition next to him quickly took the place of the shooter, and a soldier next to him came to fill the ammunition man, and the machine gun rang out again.

The machine gun went off again, and the old thief turned his head in satisfaction and continued to aim.

The devils who were urged by the wing commander did not slow down the attack because of the stubborn resistance of our army, and the devils still moved forward one by one, like Hai Lang.

"Smack! Syllable! After firing a few shots in succession, the old thief refilled the chamber with bullets, and the machine gun next to him stopped again.

"Pony, you go machine gun!" As soon as the machine gun stopped, it obviously affected the mood, and the old thief shouted at the guard next to him.

Without saying a word, the young guard ran to the machine gun.

The old thief pulled the bolt of the gun, and before shooting, his eyes subconsciously glanced at the machine gun, and saw that the pony was lying under the machine gun alone and looking at him helplessly, and there were three bodies of our soldiers lying next to the machine gun. "Turtle Sun!" The old thief cursed angrily, and ran over with his rifle in his hand.

Seeing the battalion commander coming, Pony quickly let go of the machine gun and stepped aside, he didn't expect the battalion commander to be his ammunition man. The old thief crawled to the machine gun and squinted forward, "Carry the machine gun away!" "The view from this position is not very good, the ability to control the battlefield is obviously insufficient, there is neither condescending nor good terrain cover, no wonder the machine gun shooters are killed one after another.

The old thief led the way in front, and the three soldiers worked together to carry the Makqin heavy machine gun, followed behind, two more people carried the bullet box, and several people looked for suitable machine gun positions in the position.

"Put it here!" The old thief pointed to the place, and the soldiers put down the machine guns, raised the brackets behind them and pushed them up. This Makqin heavy machine gun with a baffle has two wheels in front and a semicircular carriage in the back, and after adjusting the position, the carriage is fixed when it is lowered down.

The location of this place chosen by the old thief is relatively high, climb here, the front is hundreds of meters wide and can be seen at a glance, and the lethality of the heavy machine gun here must be amazing, I don't know why the company commander in charge of this area did not put the heavy machine gun here.

I got two shots, and it felt pretty good. The pony next to him hurriedly sorted out the bullet chain, "Battalion commander, you can just watch from the side, let's do a few of us?" The pony said, and the soldiers carrying machine guns and ammunition boxes next to him nodded together.

"Don't be verbose, be your ammunition handman!" The old thief reprimanded the guard with dissatisfaction, and the devils in front of the position had already launched another attack. The devil like a yellow ant spread out in front of the position more than 500 meters wide, screaming and rushing up! "Good time!" The old thief shouted, and pulled the trigger with his hand, "Tutubu! Sudden Sudden Rush! A string of fiery snakes came out of the muzzle, and bullets rained down. Seeing that the guns were directed, the devils fell down in pieces, and the old thief and his soldiers only felt extremely happy in their hearts!

"Poof! Chirping! The sound of bullets crashing against the steel baffle rang out one after another, and the old thief hid his head behind the baffle again. The ammunition man, Pony, also shrank into the trenches, and the only result of not knowing how to protect himself on the battlefield where bullets are flying is to become a martyr early.

"Eight Tooth Road!" The leader of the devil squadron scolded angrily, a machine gun, just a machine gun, in ten minutes, more than 30 casualties in the captain's squadron were under this machine gun! Half of the full squad is gone! "Grenadier! Knock out this machine gun! ”

"Hey!" There was a random sound of answer, two of two, and immediately three groups of grenadiers were erected around the captain.

"Yo Si." The captain grinned in satisfaction, which could be regarded as a smile, "Shoot!" Coldly raising the command knife, the captain gave an order that he didn't need to give.

The grenadier is a very professional class, you don't have a little level, with such a small barrel to throw a cannonball where you want it to go, where is it? These people were grabbing small cannonballs and throwing them into the barrel, when they suddenly heard the captain's piercing shooting order, and their hands shook!

The grenadier is a one-foot-long iron tongzi, the mouth is upside up and put into the ground, there is something to step on at the bottom, and the top is grasped by hand, where you want to hit the cannonball, just adjust the angle of the grenadier with your hands. The angle is adjusted here, and the ammunition man next to him throws the shell into the grenadier, and shoots the shell out like a mortar and finishes the matter, as for whether the shot is accurate, it all depends on the experience and level of the person who operates the grenadier.

The squadron leader overstepped his authority to give orders to the grenadiers, and the voice was a little louder in the excitement, causing several grenadiers who were concentrating on the operation to be slightly distracted, and some small mistakes inevitably occurred during the operation.

The grenadier canister, which was supposed to be motionless, moved slightly in the process of the shell entering and then ejecting out, and the trajectory of the shell fired out changed dramatically. One of the grenadiers probably has little experience on the battlefield, when the captain gave the order, this not only shook his hands, but also turned around and glared at the captain angrily, this one was probably complaining about his boss, I don't understand what you are commanding?

The captain was also watching them, and this unusual glance happened to be clearly seen by the captain. A few people were only five or six meters away in total, the captain was standing, and the grenadiers were squatting, who could see who was not clear?

The captain looked at it, okay, you kid scolded me, I remember you! You wait for me, boy, let's see!