"Blow off the damn searchlight for Lao Tzu!" The battalion commander saw the signal flare in the sky and gave an order.

He felt pity and grievance just now when he didn't mess with the little devil, and now he was cooperating with the military commander to carry out the task, and finally it was time for him to join in the fun, and he didn't forget to explain to the two mortar gunners, fire a shot, and change places, so as not to be covered by the artillery fire of the little devils.

"Battalion commander, when are we going to rush?" The company commander called Big Head came up again.

"Chong Chong, you know Chong! …… In this way, the company will also touch with your company, remember, you can't hurt the big heroes of the military commander! "The battalion commander felt that he had to leave a machine gun company and an infantry company on the requisition land to avoid any chaos.

"Hey, battalion commander, you can rest assured, Lao Tzu held back the fire in his stomach at night, if you don't get rid of the little devil commander in front, Lao Tzu belongs to Wang Ba!" The bald head didn't even salute the army, so he led people out of the trenches.

"Damn, don't get addicted to the little devil and forget the business!" The battalion commander cursed, and sighed as he watched the bald head lead the brothers to disappear in the dark night of dawn.

"Da Da ......" The fat man fired at the little devil's light and heavy machine gun tongue, and he heard the explosion of mortar shells, and the little devil's forward position received two shells, and the two searchlights went out at the same time.

Then there were two explosions, and the little devil's searchlights were all extinguished, and the little devil panicked, hurriedly drew a grenadier and fired back with a 92 infantry gun.

The battalion commander of ** was a little dumbfounded, the four mortar shells were finished, and they didn't wait for the big-caliber naval guns of the little devils, he wondered.

The fat man was smiling evilly, and he guessed the reason.

Before coming, he killed the other party's Shao Zuo in the tent, and left a tripwire mine, but there was a radio station in the tent, and other shells were piled together, which was detonated by the little devil earlier, and the radio station was destroyed. All kinds of shells also went to seven, seven, eight, eight.

The grenadier of the little devil can use the grenade of the little devil to return fire with the grenadier, and the 92 infantry gun is sad, and there is no shell to use directly.

The little devils of this squadron even became parts of communication equipment. And what to call for naval artillery bombardment?

Xiao Li carried four Czech-style magazines and Czech-style machine gun bullets on his body, and kept changing positions with him to avoid attracting the attack of the little devil's grenadier. Xiao Li changed a full bullet and handed it to him.

The black light was blinding, and the little devil's light and heavy machine guns didn't notice Ma Dongming's approach at all, Ma Dongming led people to touch the position about thirty meters away from the little devil's machine gun bunker, and then a group of people took out a grenade and ejected it, and after pulling Xuan, he threw it directly towards the little devil's machine gun bunker.

The "Boom ......" grenade directly knocked out all the light and heavy machine guns on this side, and then Ma Dongming jumped up and copied the twenty shots in his hand, and attacked the machine gun bunker of the little devil.

As soon as the fat man saw that the little devil's light and heavy machine gun was dumb, he immediately rushed forward with Song Ming. Because he had already heard the roar of tanks and cars behind him, reinforcements from the little devils were coming.

"It's coming so fast!" The fat man sighed as he charged.

Unbeknownst to him, the radio had been blown up earlier, communications had been cut off, and the headquarters of the 101st Brigade had been attacked, so the little devil had a premonition that something was wrong and immediately sent a mechanized squadron to the defensive line.

Because of the large number of people, the two companies led by the bald head only advanced a hundred meters before they fought with the little devils, and the battalion commander in the requisition saw that he had not been attacked by sporadic grenadiers. He didn't get hit by the ship's guns, so his guard platoon led two mortars to approach, and followed behind the two companies of bald heads to target the machine gun bunkers of the little devils.

This is the next trouble, and the little devils of this squadron have become sandwich cakes. There are two companies in the front, and then there are fat people, Ma Dongming and a group of people are stabbing * chrysanthemums, and the little devil has no communication equipment to call for reinforcements, and the commander let people do it again.

Even so, the little devils haven't panicked yet, but unfortunately, their big things have gone.

Ma Dongming: They quickly divided into groups of two and occupied three heavy machine gun bunkers. Turning the muzzle of the pheasant's neck towards the little devil who rushed over, one person was responsible for strafing, and the other was responsible for stuffing the veneer.

"Da da da ......" three pheasant necks, the same as cutting wheat, but unfortunately the elastic board of the pheasant's neck is only thirty rounds, and the sustainability is not strong, but the distance is only a few tens of meters, and the three pheasant necks swept the little devil dozens of people.

The fat man caught up with Ma Dongming and them, replaced the Czech style with a new magazine, leaned on the sandbag, and shot at the little devil, three pheasant neck heavy machine guns, and a Czech type, all of which could not extinguish the fighting spirit of the little devil, and the people were hindered around the little devil's bunker.

The fat man threw the Czech style to Xiao Li, and took out twenty little devils who kept pounced with point shots, and his heart became more and more anxious, because as soon as he turned around, he could see the car lights that appeared in the distance, and he calculated the distance, and the little devil's reinforcements were still a few miles away.

The barrel of the pheasant's neck in Ma Dongming's hand was red, so he could only discard it and take out twenty rings to fight back.

"Spicy next door, sooner or later, it's a death here!" The fat man changed a magazine for himself, and Xiao Li handed the loaded Czech style into his hands.

Ma Dongming nodded, he knew that the fat man's words were still below.

"In a while, Lao Ma, you organize people to rush out, fat Czech-style cover!" The fat man gritted his teeth and continued: "When necessary, you take the corpse of the little devil major general to block the bullet, and the body of the little devil major general must be brought back and handed over to Jiang Lai!" ”

Although the fat man is very disgusted with lines and characters like "You guys take the lead, Lao Tzu covers", and he doesn't want to be a hero or anything, but at this time, this battle is still because of him, and he must take on this responsibility and let Ma Dongming live well.

"Big brother, I'm still here to ......" Ma Dongming was wrong when he heard the fat man's words, but he only said half of it, and the fat man interrupted him: "Get out, don't waste time with blindness, no one can get out!" ”

"Xiao Li, are the magazines full?" The fat man was too lazy to talk nonsense with Ma Dongming anymore and asked.

"It's all full." Xiao Li hurriedly handed the fat man four full Czech-style magazines.

"Get out, the fat man Czech sounds, and there is only a momentary opportunity. Which of you makes the Czech style fat guy good? It's not that the fat man stayed, and he still counted on you! The fat man rolled his eyes, turned and lay down on the bunker.

Ma Dongming shook his head, sighed, and Xiao Li separately informed everyone that Lei Dabiao, who had the greatest strength, carried the corpse of the little devil Major General and protected his upper body, and everyone else rushed forward behind Lei Dabiao.

The fat man saw that Ma Dongming was ready, pulled the Czech-style bolt, and pulled the trigger.

The sound of "da-da-......" sounded, and a little devil who rushed over rolled ...... (To be continued.) )