Yang Huimin didn't go home, she just stood on the bank of the Suzhou Creek, looking at the four rows of warehouses on the other side that were completely covered by the war. Watching the shells fall on the Sixing warehouse like rain, and listening to the gunshots that are as dense as bursting beans and almost no gaps, Yang Huimin is really stupid.

Thunderquake is on the other side! The man who never likes to talk much, the man whose face is like a plaster cast and has almost no expression, the man who occasionally shows a little tenderness in his eyes when he is focused, is on the other side, fighting bloodily with the enemy!

Yang Huimin really doesn't know, Lei Zhen and they don't have bullets yet, and Yang Huimin doesn't know, is he injured, or has he been lying on that land forever and can no longer open his eyes?

The citizens of Shanghai who stood on a high-rise building on the bank of the Suzhou Creek to watch the battle were also stunned, and they were condescending, and they could clearly see that one army after another was constantly assembling near the Sixing warehouse. They could clearly see that after one unit withdrew from the battlefield, a new force was engraved to launch a new assault on the Sixing warehouse. It was with this method of wheel warfare that they attacked for more than five hours in a row, starting at nine o'clock in the morning!

At this time, everyone clearly knew that this time he was really ruthless and wanted to remove the thorn in the side of the Sixing Warehouse. In this case, Lei Zhen and his small force, isolated outside the Sixing Warehouse, without support or supplies, but stuck on the right flank of the Sixing Warehouse, were forced to rely on the houses along the Suzhou Creek to resist the frenzied attacks of the soldiers wave after wave.

There is no longer the unique dull roar of the Makqin water-cooled heavy machine gun strafing, and there is no longer the kind of fire suppression that covers the surname, and there is silence on the battlefield on the right flank of the Sixing warehouse, only the hoarse voice of the platoon commander remains, constantly echoing in the position, "Remember, the enemy has not entered a distance of thirty meters, has not heard my order, and is absolutely not allowed to shoot!" ”

Even if there is no constant repetition by the platoon commander, whether it is a veteran of war or a new recruit who has just been added to the army, it is clear what the bullet means to them now. Once they had exhausted all their bullets and could not get any refills from the enemy's hands, they had to engage in melee combat with the soldiers of Saimoto, who had been trained in bayonet combat and had been brainwashed by the spirit of bushido. By that time, their small army, which had only a dozen men left, would all die under the enemy's knives in a matter of minutes!

At this time, Xie Jinyuan in the Sixing warehouse of course also understood the situation of their small army, and a large amount of ammunition was thrown down from the window on the second floor by the soldiers in the Sixing warehouse like garbage without money. But in such a battlefield where bullets are raining, even if you lie there, you are in danger of being hit by bullets at any time, who can carry the heavy ammunition box back to the position when the enemy keeps attacking and there are A-class shooters everywhere?!

In this chaotic battlefield, everyone desperately clenched the weapons in their hands, silently calculating in their hearts how many bullets they had left, and they all widened their eyes, looking for every opportunity they could use to replenish their ammunition from the dead man's body.

As for Lei Zhen, the platoon commander really had nothing to say to him.

The platoon commander must admit that Lei Zhen killed the most among them, but he was also the least injured and consumed the least ammunition. The platoon commander must also admit that the kind of tactical method used by Lei Zhen that is perverted, shameless, indecent, and despicable to Dacheng really opened his eyes.

Lei Zhen had already thrown off everyone, and with slow movements, he slowly lurked forward for more than a hundred meters, breaking away from the defensive battlefield. With the courage of his lonely army, he can make people give him a thumbs up, but it's a pity...... Lei Zhen didn't even hold a gun in his hand. The most excessive thing is that Lei Zhen actually wore a military uniform that was ripped off the body of the soldier and had two bullet holes.

Lei Zhen, who was wearing a military uniform, lay motionless in the middle of a pile of dead corpses, and even a soldier who was attacking the Sixing warehouse inadvertently stepped on Lei Zhen's palm with his leather boots, and Lei Zhen could lie there honestly, looking as steady and invulnerable.

But when the soldiers on the battlefield encountered the stubborn sniping of the Sixing Warehouse, paid a considerable price, and finally began to retreat after receiving the order, and the second substitute force had not yet landed on the battlefield, Lei Zhen immediately resurrected. I believe that if it weren't for the platoon commander desperately gesturing to the brothers in the Sixing warehouse, Lei Zhen would have been beaten into a real dead corpse by the [***] people in the Sixing warehouse.

Lei Zhen carried a bayonet and crawled around on the corpse of the soldier, and when he saw that those who were still alive, those who still had a breath, and whose bodies could still move slightly, Lei Zhen made up for them first, and based on this alone, the number of enemies that Lei Zhen personally "killed" was as good as the sum of the results won by the platoon commander's more than a dozen people on the side of the platoon commander, heavy machine gun strafing, and grenade bombing.

And that's not all......

Lei Zhen rummaged through the corpse of the soldier and found the grenades and bullet bags that had not yet been thrown out, but Lei Zhen definitely did not send these ammunition to the platoon commander to help them solve their urgent needs, and climbed back more than a hundred meters with these things, not to mention how much physical strength would be consumed, just from the perspective of risk, Lei Zhen would never do this.

Lei Zhen just tied these grenades and bullet magazines tightly together with strips of cloth, and then stuffed them back into the pile of corpses, and then honestly climbed to a relatively safe position and continued to play dead honestly.

As for Lei Zhen's son...... If it weren't for the platoon leader looking at this four-legged walking thing with his own eyes, he could jump and run and run just now, and his limbs were stiff in the blink of an eye, and even the tail was straight and straight there, lying motionless on the ground, he would never believe a dog, no, it should be said that it was a wolf, and he could also pretend to be dead like his master!

When another new unit was put into the battlefield, the light and heavy machine guns above the four rows of warehouses were fired again, and the gunfire of the two sides was mixed together, Lei Zhen, who was lying in the pile of dead bodies, would take advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, gently stretched his right hand hidden under the other corpse, and then pulled the strip of cloth tied to the pull tab of a grenade.

"Boom! Rumble!! Boom ......"

More than a dozen grenades, plus one or two hundred bullets tied to them, were detonated together, and in a hurry, the soldiers who walked to the pile of corpses fell down one by one. Such an explosion, of course, is amazing, but who can guarantee that this explosion was not a masterpiece inflicted by mortars in the warehouses of the four rows? Who would suspect that a "man of his own" lying dozens of meters away, covered in blood, and with two big, eye-catching bullet holes in his military uniform?!

"Boom! Rumble!! Boom ......"

Underneath a certain pile of corpses, there was another big explosion, and the soldiers fell down in unison. The only difference is that this time it was not Lei Zhen who pulled the grenade, but his son, who secretly bit a strip of cloth that had been prepared a long time ago and pulled it hard.

Looking at this father and son who can pretend to be dead and can pretend to be so extreme, watching them use such a method, the continuous ambush of the soldiers around them has greatly relieved the enemy's offensive pressure, the platoon commander can only shake his head again and again and smile bitterly, and shouted in his heart: "High, high, really high, really fucking high to the Himalayas!" ”

The platoon commander found that he really couldn't understand Lei Zhen, he really couldn't tell whether Lei Zhen, a bastard boy, was brave or shameless.

Or...... Is it both?!

According to the platoon commander's calculations, in the five-hour fierce battle, Lei Zhen and his son, not counting the wounded soldiers who had been shot with bayonets, killed at least 100 soldiers just by pretending to be dead and detonating grenades. Although his methods are a little more shameless, a little more indecent, and a little despicable, but in terms of results alone, they are absolutely brilliant.

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