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Buzz Buzz...... In the sky above the coast of Dragon Soul Island, a group of black dots the size of Hongmeng beans appeared closer and closer, and the eyes of the commanders of the brigades in the defensive positions were cold. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"The Dragon Soul heavy machine gun is ready, and all the fighters enter the defense and control position."

The defense and control positions are set up in the defensive positions, and the air-raid shelters more than one person deep are dug under the positions and piled up with sandbags, and the fighters in the positions quickly move into the defense and control holes.

The machine gunner in the pillbox opened fire on the Japanese soldiers at a distance of 100 meters...... Sudden ......

Strings of bullets whizzed out of the bunkers, and the heavy machine guns swirled like peaks at the Japanese army under the swing of the machine gunners.

Buzzing......

Sudden Sudden Sudden ...... Da Da Da ...... Airplanes...... The engine roared in the ears of the Dragon Soul Warrior, and a string of bullets fired from the fighter roared on the Dragon Soul position.

"Damn, damn little Japan, order the frontier soldiers, give me a hard beating, and beat that damn bird down for me." The brigade commanders roared, and the recklessness of the Japanese Air Force made the brigade commanders very angry.

One by one, the Dragon Soul 1,000 heavy machine guns linked 10,000 rounds of ammunition, and the muzzles of the guns were pointed at the sky by the machine gunners, and at the Japanese bombers and fighters who were kneeling cross-legged over the positions, roaring angrily.

Like wild beasts, the roaring bullets flew into the sky, and one by one the Japanese fighters and bombers were severely damaged by the fierce battle, and one after another fell into the sea.

The Dragon Soul position was filled with gunsmoke and blazing fires, and each brigade suffered casualties under the bombardment of the Japanese Air Force, and more than a dozen Dragon Soul 1,000 heavy machine gun prevention and control firing teams were blown up......

The attacking Japanese army, still a hundred meters away from the Dragon Soul position, suddenly went crazy, one by one the Japanese soldiers raised their weapons, each attacking Japanese squad had an artillery man, carrying the cannon barrel, and the shells flew towards the Dragon Soul position with thick black smoke.

"Sniper, give me the gunners of the dog day to kill me, the gunners of each squad are ready, give me a hard ......" Yang Luo roared and gave an order, his body was blackened by gunsmoke, and his face seemed to come out of the bottom of a pot.

The mosquito's body was shocked, and he looked back at the position, at this moment the position was emitting thick gunsmoke, the battle flag was burning, and in front of him, more than a dozen brothers of the Dragon Soul of the Heavy Machine Gun were carried out by the soldiers, and some even had only one arm and one head left.

The mosquito's eyes slowly began to change, turning red, like a mad beast, and suddenly turned its eyes to the scope, banging ......

One by one, the Japanese gunners fell under his muzzle, one by one the whistling bullets pierced the hearts and heads of the Japanese gunners, his hand ruthlessly pulled the trigger, and the bullets were finished, and in a few seconds they were loaded, bolted, and loaded, very fast, like an automatic rifle firing.

Rows of bullets whistled like dense fishing nets stuck in mosquito scalps, and at this moment the Japanese attacked even more frantically.

"The sharpshooter is looking for cover to snipe, and the machine gunner is ready to give me a hard shot!" Yang Luo pulled out the Dragon Soul Sword with a thud, with a metallic resonance, and the sword body trembled slightly.

Eighty meters, seventy meters, sixty-five gates, the black pressure of the Japanese soldiers was as fast as a pack of wolves, and the dragon soul sword in Yang Luotou's hand stabbed at the sky: "Fire......"

Da Da Da ...... Sudden ......

Bullets roared, rows of Japanese soldiers fell on the shoals, gunpowder smoke billowed from Dragon Soul Island, the Japanese fear hovering in the Dragon Soul position, the deafening engine roar, a string of bullets flying down from the air, and the **** bullets from high altitudes, making the raging fire burn in the Dragon Soul position, and the entire battlefield illuminated was red.

However, the air force did not pose much of a threat to the Dragon Soul Warriors, who roared with death-like bullets into the bodies of the Japanese soldiers.

One by one, the Japanese artillery men fell under the sniper rifles of the dragon soul soldiers, and piles of Japanese soldiers fell under the muzzles of the dragon soul machine gunners, and the dense Japanese soldiers were bombarded by the dragon soul artillery men.

However, the bullets fired by the Japanese artillerymen destroyed the dragon soul position one by one fortresses, pillboxes, and the heavy machine guns of the dragon soul were stripped of their hard turtle shells by the Japanese artillerymen, **** under the sky.

One by one, the dragon soul warriors who were pierced by the bullets were pulled out by the brothers around them, refilled, and shot into the Japanese soldiers who were frantically pounced again.

The battle went on until dusk, and there was still a trace of crimson left in the sunset, and the battlefield on the Dragon Soul Coast was blood-red, I don't know if it was the blood flowing from the soldiers on the battlefield that stained the sea red, or the last bit of brilliance sprinkled by the late sun.

There were more and more corpses of Japanese soldiers floating on the coast and on the calm sea, and there were fewer and fewer Japanese troops attacking the position of Dragon Soul Island, and suddenly the attack of the Japanese army suddenly stopped, and the Japanese soldiers retreated at a frantic speed, pulling the corpses of their comrades and running towards the Japanese sea ships.

All the Japanese troops who pounced on the entire Dragon Soul Coast began to rout, they were afraid, they were afraid, the bullets of the Dragon Soul were simply endless, fifty meters away from the Dragon Soul position, the Japanese army could not move an inch, and was blocked in the Dragon Soul defensive position fifty meters away, and rows of Japanese soldiers fell under the guns of the Dragon Soul Warriors.

Dragon Soul, almost every bullet will take the life of an emperor ** person, every Dragon Soul warrior is their feared sharpshooter, a day of attack, death, let them have unprecedented fear.

Dragon Soul Island seems to be floating in the Pacific Ocean and is independent of the world continent, another world of the island, it is difficult to find the existence of Dragon Soul Island outside the sea area of Dragon Soul Island, but Dragon Soul Island can clearly see the sea area outside Dragon Soul Island.

At the end of the day's fighting, white smoke came from the muzzle of the heavy machine gun, which was doused with seawater by the dragon soul warriors, and the sound of fiery pig iron entering the water sounded.

Many of the Dragon Soul warriors were unable to move when they pulled the trigger, and the battle had made them numb to killing.

The Japanese warriors retreated, and the sound of footsteps trampling the sea on the shore of Dragon Soul Island echoed in the night.

Immediately afterwards, the Dragon Soul Warrior let out a roar, and with all his strength he could break free from his already stiff body, his hand, and the fingers that pulled the trigger were moved.

At this moment, groups of dragon soul female soldiers carried stretchers and shuttled through the dragon soul position, and one by one the seriously injured soldiers were lifted.

"Damn, put it down for Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu can still be a warrior, damn woman." A soldier rolled off the stretcher, staring at the corpse in front of him with red eyes.

His platoon commander, his squad leader, his former comrades-in-arms, stood at the back of the position, lying with their eyes tightly closed, a real platoon, thirty brothers, a third dead, and he was only an arm blown off by a Japanese shell.