The other party's shout made Mo Dongshan clench his hand on the submachine gun, and involuntarily grasped it tighter. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Beside him, a soldier had already picked up his rifle and pulled the trigger in the direction of the enemy.

"Phew!" The sound of gunfire rang in Mo Dongshan's ears, making him frown because the noise was too loud.

"Suddenly! Dodo! On the armored car, the Weiyuan machine gun behind the shield also began to roar, and the bullet was condescending, sweeping into the barricade of the Japanese army in the distance.

Because of the height difference, the machine guns on the armored vehicles could effectively block the Japanese defenders who were firing at the street at the other end.

The Japanese soldiers who were still firing at the other end of the street were caught off guard and were sieveed by bullets in their backs, and they struggled to fall, and the remaining Japanese soldiers did not know what to do for a while.

The hand of the Japanese officer wielding the command knife was hit by a bullet, and the blood gushed and the command knife flew to the other line of defense, and he fell down screaming, and he could no longer see whether he was alive or dead.

From the very beginning, the battle for the streets developed in favor of the Ming Empire, and although the Japanese defenders held the barricades, they were only buying some time for the friendly troops in the buildings.

One by one, Japanese soldiers fell on the corpses of their comrades, and the Ming Empire's attack was met with desperate counterfire from the Japanese defenders on the roofs of the buildings.

On the roof of this dilapidated building, Japanese soldiers dropped grenades or fired with rifles, stopping the advance of the soldiers of the Ming Empire.

Soon, another Iron Bull next to the Tie Niu armored car next to Mo Dongshan was hit by a grenade and paralyzed on the side of the road.

The soldiers of the Ming Empire inside were killed and wounded, and they all lost their combat effectiveness in an instant. Some of the soldiers of the Ming Empire were busy dragging the wounded away from the battlefield, while others continued to attack.

Dense bullets shuttled between positions, and the soldiers of the Ming Empire finally rushed into the barricades that were already full of dead people after a surprise attack.

Mo Dongshan held his submachine gun and stood on the sandbags of the barricade, looking down at the Japanese soldiers who were still struggling at his feet, without the slightest expression of pity on his face.

"Suddenly! Dodo! "He didn't have to aim at all, he aimed his gun at the enemies with bayonets and pulled his own trigger.

The bullets fired from the submachine gun pierced the chests of the Japanese soldiers rushing towards them on the opposite side, and also pierced the backs of those who fled backwards, without distinguishing between bravery and cowardice, taking every life.

This suppressive force in the trenches, the submachine gun can be said to be the nightmare of all traditional rifle soldiers. The barrage of bullets took the lives of these people and ended the stalemate of the battlefield.

The Japanese soldiers abandoned the defense of the gate, and gave up a large pile of corpses and a river of bloody barricades to the attacking Ming Empire soldiers.

And these soldiers of the Ming Empire did not delay for a moment, holding their weapons and shining bayonets, and rushed into this solid building that was already full of bullet holes.

Mo Dongshan followed behind an unknown soldier, listened to the slogan of Long Live His Majesty the Emperor shouted in his ear, and stepped into the slightly dimly lit hall.

Beneath your feet is a stony floor that resembles floor tiles, and your boots make a clattering sound when you step on them. He could even hear his own breathing, with the muzzle of the gun rising and falling.

With his weapon in hand, he was accustomed to flashing to the left as he burst through the door, and the whistling bullet struck the door behind him, leaving another hole in it.

He didn't see who was firing at him, he just fired his own bullet in a dangerous direction with his weapon, and then in the gap between dodging, he saw that he had knocked down several Japanese soldiers across the hall.

The other party had already fallen screaming, dozens of soldiers of the Ming Empire had already rushed into the house, they rushed up the stairs with bayonets, and some were cleaning the battlefield in the corridor on the first floor.

A Japanese soldier held a grenade in his hand and wanted to rush out of the room where he was stationed, but when Mo Dongshan saw it, he picked up his weapon and ran out of the bullets in the magazine, pushing the other party back into the room where he came out.

"Boom!" The grenade exploded in that room, and the bombardier who wanted to die with him was now completely blurred.

Mo Dongshan leaned against the door, squinted his eyes and looked inside, and found that there were several corpses of Japanese soldiers lying in the room.

It is unknown if these people were killed by the grenade or if they had been dead in the room for many years. Mo Dongshan didn't stop, dropped the empty magazine, and took out a new magazine from the ammunition pouch on his chest and inserted it into his gun.

Then more than a dozen soldiers from the Ming Empire passed by him, carrying their respective weapons to clean up the Japanese soldiers inside.

Some of the Japanese soldiers in the room have already been killed, and some are simply the places where the other party stacked the corpses, if it weren't for the broken windows and the temperature inside and outside the room, it is estimated that the smell here is unbearable by now.

"Phew!" When he passed another room, someone inside fired a shot, and the soldier of the Ming Empire who rushed to the front was shot through the head by the bullet and fell on his back in the corridor.

The soldiers of the Ming Empire behind him leaned directly against the door, no longer revealing their figures. He pulled out a grenade, pulled on the safety and waited for two seconds before dropping it into the room.

"Ming dog! Bastard! His Majesty the Emperor's ......" The voices of the people inside were a little hysterical, but there was also a hint of despair.

Before the people inside could finish shouting their slogans, the grenade exploded, drowning out the voices inside. Mo Dongshan knew that it was his turn to appear, so he rushed into the room with a rising smoke.

He fired his submachine gun at the black shadow he could see, until he ran out of bullets from his gun, and then stopped.

When the dust and smoke from the grenade explosion cleared slightly, Mo Dongshan squinted his eyes and saw that there were more than a dozen people who were huddled together and fell there.

Inside, there are Japanese men wearing so-called "kimonos" with Japanese swords in their hands; There were also a couple of Japanese soldiers...... It's a pity that these people are already dead and can't die anymore.

"Civilians?" Mo Dongshan glanced at the corpse lying on the ground suspiciously, and muttered with some doubts. He didn't know that these people were "cannon fodder" who were forcibly assembled by the Japanese military and replenished to the front line to send them to death.

Of course, he didn't know that at this time, the Japanese army in the port of Wonsan was close to the end of the road.