It's not just that the two infantry guns are out of shells, but even the grenadier grenades of the little devils, after such a long day of tossing, the ones they carry with them are all consumed.

If it weren't for the Type 89 grenadier, you could use the little devil grenade, and the little devil's grenadier could have set up a burning stick.

Zhang Liguo also discovered this through the sniper scope, and he chose to abandon the two infantry gunners and instead chose the grenadiers of the little devil to shoot and kill.

This makes his shooting success rate much greater, and the difficulty of sniping is greatly reduced, because the distance is close.

Although the little devil grenadier is a moving target, they are all moving ahead of the curve, giving an advance in aiming, which is basically nine out of ten.

Of course, it is impossible for Zhang Liguo to snipe the kind of grenadier who is moving, because the grenadier who is moving cannot send grenades and cannot pose a threat to his own side.

He sniped grenadiers who stopped to range, or who were about to fire.

This made the little devil's grenadier not shoot a single shot, and he was basically found and sniped by Zhang Liguo at the distance.

Therefore, Pan Tianlong's pheasant neck has also escaped the catastrophe several times, which also allows the pheasant neck to continue to shoot and kill, and the little devils who rushed forward one after another, relieving the pressure on the sandbag bunker position.

The fat man saw the little devils who went forward from the sandbag bunker, and his brows were deep, but he had just disabled the first wave of the little devil's attack, and he had not yet come to change the magazine, and the second attack of the little devil came again.

"Come on a brother, load the bullet for the master!" Song Ming swept out the liver fire with a flower trap, the little devil seemed to be not ready to let him rest, after firing the two magazines, his eyes saw that the mountains were full of little devils who were coming and going, and he was dumbfounded.

Once the five magazines are finished. It took too much time to reload the magazine, and he had to have one brother come and reload it for him.

After all, the short-range firepower of a flower machine is probably much stronger than that of four or five three-eights, and at this moment of close shooting, if it is continuous firepower.

A brother from Panlong Mountain quickly climbed into Song Ming's bunker, Song Ming hurriedly untied his backpack, and then grabbed the flower trap and swept the two little devils who were close to him.

The brother quickly poured a bullet from Song Ming's backpack. Reload empty magazines.

"The brother who is not good at marksmanship brings two 38 styles to one, and the fat man also needs one to load the empty magazine!" The fat man shouted and shot at the same time.

He is a double gun, twenty times when he encounters a devil, he mostly sweeps the gun horizontally, and then Browning picks up the leak, and the ammunition consumption is by no means lower than Song Ming's flower mechanism, so he also needs someone to load him with a magazine, or if there is no firepower loophole, the little devil will rush up immediately.

But this way it is played. The fight made his heart tremble, the little devil went forward and followed, it was completely unfatal, and the barrels of his two guns would sooner or later be so hot that he could no longer continue shooting, so he asked people to bring two 38 big covers, and the two guns were red with the barrels, so he could only continue to shoot with the 38 style.

We must not allow a gap in the defensive line, or everyone will have to finish the game.

Fortunately, it is winter at this time. The barrel cooled quickly, but the pheasant neck in Pan Tianlong's hand was not good.

This thing fires fast. The air is cold and not too bad, and he can't return the barrel, plus Pan Tianlong, this guy gritted his teeth and never let go of the trigger, and when he hit the third wave of little devils, the barrel of the pheasant's neck finally turned red.

"Fuck your uncle's little devil ballball!" Pan Tianlong is a gun, and he knows what it means that the barrel is red. He grabbed the twenty rings on the sandbag and shot at the little devil, and several brothers hiding in the fortifications also held up the 38 big covers to shoot, waiting for the barrel of the pheasant's neck to cool down.

As soon as the heavy machine gun was turned off, the pressure on everyone increased greatly.

At this point, only those who can fight are left. All with wounds.

Including the fat man himself, his cheek was cut by a bullet, and his arm was shot through the flesh, if it weren't for the fact that everyone would suffer if he hadn't thought that the little devil would break through the defense line, he gritted his teeth and stiffened in pain, and shot with one hand continuously.

Due to the lack of fire suppression by the pheasant's neck, with the crooked handle and the Czech-style continuous point shooting, it was completely impossible to suppress the little devils who went forward and shouted "Long live" to charge.

Of the dozen or so people in the sandbag bunker, all of them were injured, and they were only resisting the little devils who went forward with the hot water that went to death.

Since the attack of the little devils, he has been fighting with high intensity for an hour, and he has seen the brothers around him die one by one, and at this time, there is only a will of revenge in his body to support his body.

This is completely out of line with whether you are good or not, and it is not compatible with what you are capable of, and the rest is instinct, the instinct to kill little devils.

"Di ......" At this moment, on the opposite hillside, a loud charge horn sounded.

The fat man, who was covered in blood, heard this charge, and knew that Ma Dongming led the regiment to charge at the most critical moment, although there were only a few hundred people in the independent regiment, this was a brother, and he would come to save him at the most critical moment.

Behind the "Ping Pong ......", there was a burst of gunfire, there were gunpowder shotguns, old sleeves, Hanyang-made, Czech-style, barge guns, he didn't have to look back, bandit reinforcements came.

As for why he came so late, but he came anyway, he didn't want to bother with those trivial things, just came.

"Uncle, it's all for Lao Tzu!"

"Brothers, rush to Lao Tzu!"

"His grandmother is a bear, little devil, your grandfather Fighting Mountain is here!"

“……”

Bandits have bandits' battle horns, and although these shouts and curses are full of bandits, the fat man feels that this group of bandits has at least not forgotten which country they are at a critical moment!

Although the more than three hundred bandits had different weapons, they rushed again, instantly pressing back the little devils who were approaching the defense line.

"It's all fucking hidden!" The fat man really has no intention, after practicing Hukou Mountain, this group of bandits has to practice, or they will dry up the little devil in one round of charge.

What kind of triangular storm formation, straggler storm formation, these bandits don't understand at all, crowded with all kinds of guns, rushing up to kill.

Fortunately, the direction of the little devil's firepower was the fat man in the sandbag bunker, and he was not prepared for so many bandits to emerge on the desperate road, and he suffered a dumb loss, plus the rear independent regiment launched a charge, leaving nearly two hundred good corpses and hurriedly evacuating.

But the round of shooting that evacuated and counterattacked also killed more than 30 bandits, and these cottage masters suddenly cried wolf.

The little devil withdrew, the fat man dropped the gun, picked up the telescope with one hand and looked at the hillside, sure enough, the kid who rushed to the front was Ma Dongming, who was holding a big knife, and behind him, followed by hundreds of people from the independent regiment with bayonets, and launched a charge against the little devil with a loud military trumpet.

"Spicy next door, this kid is tired of it!?" Of course, the fat man knew that Ma Dongming was trying to save him, and he launched a desperate charge of the whole regiment.

But it is impossible for Ma Dongming's hundreds of people to attack a brigade.

Although this brigade of little devils fought hard with Ma Dongming and fought with the bandits led by him, there were more than 800 wounded people, even if he led the bandits to help, everyone was equal in number, and hand-to-hand combat and bloody combat could not be cheapened.

Ma Dongming saved him twice, how could he see Ma Dongming spend all his blood? Desperate?

"Damn, I still believe in the fat man, and I fought with the fat man and the little devil!" The fat man stared at him, inserted the gun back into the holster, and grabbed the sapper shovel with one hand.

There are some things that he has to do even if he knows that he can't be violated, because like Ma Dongming, he knows that he is a death, and he will never fail people...... (To be continued......)