With a "boom...... sound, this little devil tank, who paid several lives, suddenly lay down!

At this moment, the fat man's actions were completely bloody, and there was only one thought in his heart, he had to smash these two little devil tanks, he didn't want to watch flesh and blood fall in front of his eyes, if he didn't do this, he would feel guilty!

On the battlefield, the battalion commander was heartbroken to see that love was about to die, hatred and powerlessness, and after seeing the fat man blow up a little devil tank, he also had a surge of blood, and yelled at the soldiers in the trenches: "Beat Lao Tzu hard!" ”

The mortars belonging to the two battalions fired shells with all their might, regardless of the consumption of ammunition and whether they could kill the maximum number of casualties.

Whether the fat man can knock out another tank is not only related to their survival, but also to the gain or loss of the position, and he must be covered!

These soldiers pulled the bolt and aimed at the fire as fast as they could, and the light and heavy machine guns aimed at the little devils, and they splashed bullets wildly.

"Rush with Lao Tzu in a row!" In order to cover the fat man, and in order to create an opportunity for the fat man to blow up the second tank, the battalion commander was ruthless and was ready to use his life to create this opportunity for the fat man.

After a roar, the battalion commander rushed out of the trench first, and the soldiers followed him one by one.

The counter-charge of this group of soldiers made the little devil no longer care about greeting the fat man, and the firepower was concentrated on this group of soldiers.

The soldiers, who had just broken out of the trenches, fell in rows under the fire of machine guns and rifles.

"This is not how the war is fought, by no means!" The fat man's heart was clear, but he forgot all about evasion and tactical movements, and his whole body was dominated by hot blood, gritting his teeth and rushing to another tank.

A ** soldier lay in a pool of blood, his hands still holding grenades bundled in a pile.

The fat man didn't stop at all, he threw himself directly to the ground, rolled continuously, took the grenade from the soldier's corpse, pulled the lead, and stuffed it directly under the tank, and then got up and rolled continuously to avoid it.

"Boom" was another sound. The body of the little devil's tank shook, the tank tracks broke, and the parts were scattered all over the place, unable to move.

Grab the twenty rings you were carrying. The fat man was about to shoot when he felt his body fall back!

It's not that he hasn't been shot, this feeling is clearly the feeling of a bullet shooting into his body, he lowered his head slightly, and saw another bloody hole in his left chest. Blood kept pouring out.

With a wry smile in his heart, he had expected this outcome, but he would never see anyone again.

"The little devil is really ruthless, one shot to the ......fat man's heart," the fat man muttered, and then fell headlong.

On the little devil's position, an officer with the rank of Zhongzuo held a 38-type equipped with a sniper scope, and slowly put down his rifle.

This Zhongzuo has a resentful face, and he is indignant in his heart, this damn fat man. The speed of movement is too fast, otherwise he can kill this fat man with the first shot, and he will not let this fat man blow up the second tank.

Ma Dongming saw that the fat man was shot and fell, his eyes were red, and he led Song Ming and Xiao Li to rush out, even if the fat man became a corpse at the moment, he would snatch it back, no matter how big the price was.

The battalion commander over there saw that the fat man had been shot and fell down, and led the brothers who still had half a company left to rush over, and the bodies of the brothers could not be left behind. The fat corpse that blew up two little devil tanks for them can't be left either.

"One row, block with Lao Tzu, two rows and three rows, snatch back the bodies of the brothers!" The battalion commander roared. Relying on the nearby terrain and the corpses of two blown up tanks as cover, continue to block the charging imps.

Two tanks were destroyed, and the little devil commander gave the order to retreat.

There are not many opportunities for the little devils to fight hand-to-hand, and they all rely on their own firepower superiority, with one round of bombs from the air force, one round of bombs from naval artillery, and one round of bombs from army artillery. The battle was almost settled, and only then the infantry cleared the field.

Ma Dongming, who rushed over, was stupidly frightened when he saw the blood hole in the fat man's left chest, the little devil's shot was very accurate, and the bullet hit the heart directly, or pierced.

Xiao Li and Song Ming also had pale faces, as if the fat man was unscrupulous enough to clean them up, which was the matter in front of him, and the two hundred catties were gone.

Seeing the little devil retreating, the battalion commander asked the brother to carry the corpse of his comrade-in-arms, supported the wounded comrade-in-arms, and walked over again, saw the bloody hole in the fat man's left chest, and sighed to Ma Dongming: "This fat brother is not bad, he is a pure man, let's carry people down, the little devil will attack again in a while!" ”

Ma Dongming came to his senses after this reminder, wiped the moistness from the corners of his eyes, and let Xiao Li and Song Ming take the hand and carry the fat man to the trench.

Taking advantage of the interval between the fighting, the ambulance teams organized by various circles in Shanghai immediately carried the wounded off the battlefield on stretchers, leaving only the corpses and pulling them away in military vehicles.

The blood hole in the fat man's left chest is among the battle deaths, is there any hope for a shot in the heart?

But Ma Dongming felt that the fat man was born in Qingzhou, and died as a ghost in Qingzhou, and they owed the fat man, so they wanted to bring the fat man back to Qingzhou.

The battalion commander couldn't help himself, so he let the three of them guard the fat man's corpse covered with a white cloth, and he brought a bottle of liquor and a pack of cigarettes himself.

"Brother, the brothers in our entire battalion are all in your favor, if you don't get rid of the two tanks of the little devil, the brothers in our battalion will be all gone!" The battalion commander sighed, twisted the lid of the wine bottle, poured some wine on the floor where the fat man was lying, and then dismantled the cigarette, put three in his mouth, lit and smoked, and put the three cigarettes on the ground above the fat man's head, which was equivalent to incense.

"Kill a little devil this day...... Brother, let's go! The battalion commander's voice was a little hard, and he casually handed the wine and cigarettes to Ma Dongming, and said: "Kick Lao Tzu to loosen him, Lao Tzu still has a military career!" ”

Ma Dongming nodded, usually a chatter, but at this time he couldn't speak, thinking of what happened to the fat man, he made him cry again, and handed over the wine and cigarettes to Song Ming and Xiao Li to worship.

Jiang Lai was really relieved that he was not fat, and he came to the position while he was not fighting, and he saw Ma Dongming, Song Ming, and Xiao Li, with a sad face in front of a corpse covered with a white cloth, and on the ground above the head of this corpse, there were more than a dozen burning cigarettes, which were full of smoke and a smell of alcohol in the air.

Jiang Lai Zou frowned, walked over, and asked, "Where is the dead fat man?" Why don't you see others? ”

Ma Dongming sighed, looked at the fat man covered with a white cloth, and his voice choked: "He, he ......"

"You are a military commander spy, you have never hoped for Brother Liu's good, and you curse him all day long, he ...... You're glad he's dead! Xiao Li stood up angrily and stared at Jiang Lai.

"He's dead?" Jiang Lai's body trembled, as if he understood something, and hurriedly looked at the corpse covered with a white cloth.

"Keep your dog's eyes open!" Song Ming was also dissatisfied with Jiang Lai, and lifted the white cloth, revealing the honor of a fat man.

That fat face appeared in Jiang Lai's eyes, and he no longer had his usual anger, no longer his usual hatefulness, but he was so peaceful and kind......

Jiang Lai instantly lost all his strength, his legs weakened, and he fell directly to the ground.

I don't know if she is trying to lose her future dependence, tears flow out irrepressibly, tears are like beads with broken threads, dripping on the fat man's face.

Losing the fat man, Jiang Lai is equivalent to losing all support, and was about to start crying, when he heard a strange and familiar and intermittent voice: "Smoke...... Smoke...... Die...... Fat man......"

The three men and one woman were all in their hearts for a while, and their eyes were looking at the fat man!

More than a dozen cigarettes were inserted on the ground, and the smoke was poured into the fat man's nose because of the direction of the wind...... (To be continued.) )