A grenade larger than a goose egg was thrown through the perforation, frightening the two shooters inside, the main shooter holding the machine gun and the second shooter with two drums following closely behind.

"Bang!" The grenade exploded, and the preset shrapnel from the stamping flew around, comparable to a sharp dart, nailed to the wall.

"Ouch!" The co-shooter suddenly screamed, and his shoulder quickly turned red.

"What's wrong?" The leading shooter in front turned his head and asked.

"It's okay, let's go!" The co-shooter urged.

The two left the bunker and followed behind with a bag of explosives thrown in, and the entire bunker was completely destroyed in the explosion...... The bunker was only made of bricks, not the thickened reinforced concrete.

Through the dark passages. The two of them ran far away before they got out. "Ah, it's alive!" The main shooter sighed as he raised his head, then turned and patted the secondary shooter on the shoulder.

"Tap!" Who knew that the secondary shooter screamed.

"What's wrong?" The main shooter was puzzled, his face full of doubt.

"Paralyzed, labor and management were bitten." The second-in-command grinned in pain.

"What? Let me see? When the main shooter heard this, he hurriedly stretched out his head to take a look.

"On the side, labor and management are not interested in men." The secondary shooter pushed away the head of the main shooter. "It's okay, I was bitten by the shrapnel of the devil's grenade, but fortunately it wasn't inserted deeply, I have already pulled out the shrapnel, just take the medicine, and yes, don't pat me on the shoulder."

"Well, it's not like I don't know, don't worry, I won't shoot until you're injured." The main shooter snapped his chest and reassured.

"Get out, don't shoot ...... in the future," the co-shooter said angrily.

"Don't shout so loudly, watch out for devils." The main shooter suddenly reminded, and the secondary shooter hurriedly shut up. The two of them quietly ran into a dilapidated house in the dark night, found a hidden hole in a corner and got into it.

Nanchang is located in the surrounding water resources, not far from the northeast is Panyang Lake, there is a water repair around, dig three or four meters underground to see the water, and the water layer in some places is even shallower. So that there are not many underground tunnels in Nanchang, only some traffic holes, and they are only one meter from the ground, so the places where the holes are drilled are selected with hard layers, or the sewers in Nanchang are expanded.

Although there are not many tunnels, they can't compare to the reds in the northwest who have opened their brains, playing all kinds of tricks in the tunnels, and the independent regiments just use the tunnels as hidden traffic roads or escape routes. For example, these two shooters took advantage of the tunnel to run quickly.

There aren't many of them, but they're not a lot of them.

Nanchang at night, as bright as day, hanging flares one after another, like a light bulb, hanging in the sky by parachute, slowly descending.

Dense flares, day-like Nanchang, such a huge hand, only Lu Qiang, a local tyrant, can get his hands on it, although the Japanese army also has some flares, not to mention whether they will be difficult to use, if they are used, with the appearance of their small buckles, at most a few will be launched in ten minutes, which is like Lu Qiang, hundreds of them are hanging in the sky.

Looking at the "light bulbs" in the sky, Lu Qiang only felt that his heart was dripping blood, he took out a total of hundreds of thousands of flares, and squandered tens of thousands of war points at once. This is mainly due to the fact that flares are classified as special types of flares, which are purchased at a double price, without counter-offers.

In addition to flares, ordinary ammunition also allowed Lu Qiang to squander more than 100,000 war points, which was enough for the entire independent regiment to squander for half a month. Although 100,000 war points is not too much for Lu Qiang, who has now broken one million war points, he is still distressed! With hundreds of thousands of war points, if the base is allowed to produce, the ammunition harvested will increase at least tenfold. However, if you buy it directly, you can get it instantly, let the base produce, and wait for a while, in addition to transportation.

Thinking about it like this, Lu Qiang felt a lot better, and he didn't feel so heartbroken, but he was still unhappy, thinking that even a little war point was good at the beginning, where would he have thought that he could squander it so much now.

Straight to the point.

Although the Japanese army was surprised by Lu Qiang's big move, they were originally trying to attack by taking advantage of the night, but looking at so many flares in the sky, the original advantage of the night disappeared in an instant, and they suddenly returned to the prototype.

The 60mm mortar is the standard configuration of the Lu Qiang army, and it also has a good performance in street fighting.

Scouts or snipers find the location of the Japanese army, and then send the mortar artillery, after which the artillerymen will shoot several rounds according to the coordinates received, and often have a good harvest. The Japanese soldiers, who were blown up, immediately looked for cover to avoid the shells.

Lu Qiang listened to the sound of guns outside, and his heart itched again, and he always wanted to carry his big sniper to find trouble with the Japanese soldiers, but now that he was being looked at dead, he was not allowed to go, although he was very unhappy, but in the final analysis, it was also for his safety, and he instinctively blamed anyone.

"Why don't we go together, you look at me, okay?" Lu Qiang rolled his eyes and said.

"Nope." Zhang Guohua shook his head, his tone was very resolute, he rejected Lu Qiang's proposal, and then put on an aggrieved expression, "Boss, you can't stop tossing, how dangerous it is outside, if something goes wrong, what should you do with us?" They don't even skin me! ”

"Huh!" When Lu Qiang heard this, his eyes widened, and he said with a straight face, "I am your boss, I order you to get out of the way." ”

"Don't let it!" Zhang Guohua shook his head.

"Damn, believe it or not, I'm you." Lu Qiang said angrily.

"I don't believe it."

"I ...... Well, you win. Lu Qiang's words paused, he didn't know what to say, and then silently spit out these five words and went back to the house gloomily. In fact, this is not a house, it should be said that it is a large bunker, poured with reinforced concrete, up to 2 meters thick, even the top is 1.5 meters thick, the space is quite large, about 4m long * 4m wide * 3m high. Lu Qiang was locked up here.

Poor Lu Qiang could only listen to the gunfire outside, and he couldn't sleep, the sound was too noisy. I can't do it with a gun, and there are a bunch of "door gods" watching outside the door. Lu Qiang, who was bored, could only think in his mind about how to take revenge on Little Japan after this matter was over.

Aren't they fighting with the jujube meeting, throwing bombs on their heads every day, and also, if they want to counterattack, they can't always be beaten passively like this, this, where to hit first? This should be summed up well, it is best to lay down the coastal areas, so that you can happily trade with the mustache As a pseudo-German fan, Lu Qiang wants to build Germany very well, at least to be able to compete with the United States, the Soviet Union and Britain, of course, it only needs to be able to compete with them, it is too strong to chop the claws.

Well, if you think about it, let's continue to think about how to take revenge on little Japan.

But then again, there are still too few varieties of their own aircraft, and if there were some propeller planes, then they would not be as passive as they are now, and jet planes must fly on concrete runways. Propeller planes, on the other hand, are not so troublesome, and can take off on smoother dirt roads. The P51 Mustang is very good, known as the last propeller aircraft, is a classic in propeller aircraft, but now the United States absolutely does not have it, this thing has to wait for ten years, or wait for the lottery, there is a very small probability of drawing, or more than 3 million war points to buy a production line. These are all things that Lu Qiang can't do now, so the P51 Mustang can only give up. However, he is not without a choice, Germany has a lot of propeller planes that seem to be very good at present, and he can get a set from Germany to produce thousands of them to form a high and low match with the five masters, lest as it is now, once there is no cement runway, the plane will not be able to take off.

Lu Qiang seems to have seen his planes wreaking havoc everywhere all over the sky, oh ho ho ho ho ......ho

Thinking about it in his mind, Lu Qiang's eyelids slowly drooped, and he fell asleep in the thick sound of gunfire. It's really hard for him, he can still sleep in such an environment, and his heart is really big enough.

Although Lu Qiang slept, others couldn't sleep, otherwise there would be so many guns in the city.

A 60mm mortar shell slid down the barrel, hit the bottom pin with a bang, ignited the primer, and then flew out with a thud, drawing a large arc in the sky, falling on a wall and exploding, blowing up dust.

"If you don't hit, come again." The observer noticed that the shell had landed off the target and hurriedly shouted.

The explosion also made the Japanese soldiers vigilant, and they hurriedly dispersed, but they could not be all ended by a single shell. At the same time, the Japanese grenadiers were also ready to drop bombs, but they didn't know the direction of the target, but they could follow the feeling and judge the general direction, so they threw a few grenades. Although there is no special ammunition to throw far, there are more than a hundred meters.

"Bang Gou, Bang Hook ......" The gunfire of the 38 big cover is not ambiguous, even if it is pressed on the head by a majestic bullet, it also runs the risk of being sieveed by Dacheng, or killed by a sniper, and it is necessary to raise the gun and shoot.

Compared with the independent regiment, the Japanese army also has a great advantage in numbers, and the quality of individual soldiers is slightly higher, but it can be made up for with equipment, but in terms of firepower, it is not a little bit behind, on average, everyone on the side of the independent regiment shoots white hair every minute, and the Japanese army can shoot ten rounds. The shells are not stingy at all, they are casually hit, 60mm mortars, 82 recoilless guns, 107mm rocket launchers, 122mm cannons, all kinds of shells fly sideways, as for the 152mm howitzer, it is temporarily put away, it is not suitable for street fighting, it is slow to load, it is troublesome to move, it is simply a living target, even the 122 cannon is only used in small quantities, more are still 60 mortars and 82 recoilless guns, easy to move, fast rate of fire. The curved fire of the mortar and the direct fire of the recoilless gun were a perfect match, and there was absolutely no ambiguity in fighting the Japanese army.

This fight is a night, and the flares alone hit nearly 10,000 rounds, Lu Qiang's heart hurts, and other shells, bullets, grenades and other things also make Lu Qiang's lips tremble, this battle is really a waste of money, I didn't feel much about the advantages of the base before, but now I exchange it directly, he knows how big the consumption is, and in one night, the ammunition he exchanged is less than a quarter, and he can't make ends meet.

No, they must be taught to save, otherwise they will have to go on like this, and when the team grows larger, won't even the production speed of the base be able to meet the consumption. Yesterday I saw that many people in the Independent Regiment were holding guns, holding on to the trigger, and in a few seconds they emptied a magazine, and they didn't care about the accuracy of their heads at all, and they almost closed their eyes, which was terrifying.