(Ox Everyone, big ox year of the ox luck.) The whole family is angry, making a fortune, and the body is stronger than the cow!! West poison to give everyone a greeting of the early years!! —The horizon is starting to turn red, and the sun is almost out of the horizon. It's the best time in summer, however, Chang Youliang is not blessed to enjoy. The ferocity of the little devil surprised him, he sat on the ground, looked at the bayonet that was oozing blood, "tick, tick", the blood flowed along the bayonet to the barrel, and then, on the edge of the bayonet, condensed into drops, red and brilliant drips fell to the ground. The sky was getting brighter, but it was getting dark in his field of vision. Opposite him, a young devil in his twenties grabbed the body of the gun with both hands and was still in a sprinting posture, but Chang Liang knew that he actually had no strength left. The young devil has four big holes in his chest and abdomen, and his intestines are mixed with blood and water hanging outside, which is disgusting but strong enough!

When the little devils rushed towards Chang Youliang as if they were carrying out daily training while completing the recoiling operation, he stood like a mountain, shooting one shot from the left and one shot from the right, and at the same time remembering the number: "One, two, three, fourth...... When he counted to "nine", the young devil had already rushed to a distance of less than five meters from him. At this time, he still didn't panic, because at this time, there were only three people left who could stand in front of him. "Bah", "Bah", he calmly fired two shots in a row, the two devils' chests were dyed red, and their bodies shook and fell down unwillingly. At this time, the young devil was already less than three meters away from him. He smiled and fired two bullets in unison, both of which hit the other man's chest at the same time. The young devil's body shook, and the figure in his eyes suddenly became scattered. Faced with such a scene, Chang Youliang concluded that he was no longer alive, so he turned the muzzle of the gun to other directions. However, at this time, the young devil pounced silently, although he immediately reacted and fired two guns in succession, but he was still stabbed in the chest by a gun!

First there was a momentary numbness, then a heart-wrenching pain, and then the whole world seemed to start spinning - "Damn! Lao Tzu actually killed so many devils! Hey, if you still want to be on par with the teacher, it seems impossible! He could also tell a few devils running towards him, Chang Youliang sat on the ground, gasping for breath, gritting his teeth and enduring the pain and sticking the gun into his waist. After doing this simple action, he put the thumb of his right hand into a pull ring, and said in his heart, "It's good to keep a grenade!" ”

"Ryoko! Hold on! Chu Tiange's shout came from afar, followed by a somewhat strange shout: "You, withdraw!" I'm holding them back! He reluctantly turned his head, intending to give Chu Tiange a smile, but his head was dizzy, the muscles on his face froze, and he couldn't spell out a neat smile. The sound of gunfire became farther and farther away, but the sound of footsteps became clearer, and in the gray background, he saw two bayonets shining with cold light pointing at him, and a gurgling sound sounded, and he thought to himself: "Was it Zhang Zhengzhi who spoke just now?" This kid can even speak again?! Thinking about it, he lifted his right hand up hard.

There was a loud bang, accompanied by firelight and gray-white smoke, and there was often a bright moment of feeling that he was ascending to the realm of Elysium.

Zhang Zhengzhi hadn't touched a gun for more than a year, and when his hands first touched the iron body and wooden handle of the crooked-neck machine gun, his eyes couldn't help but glow with some blood-red images.

Liu Braid, Huang Hemp, Xiao Sanzi, Chen Qiang...... Familiar faces flickered past him, and in the background were the glow of explosions, the sound of bullets bursting through the air, and occasionally, the long sound of cannonballs splitting through the air. One after another, their bloodied comrades fell in the face of themselves, some of them were mutilated, some were holding a smoke-emitting grenade in their arms, and some were brandishing a somewhat broken broadsword.

More than 100 comrades-in-arms who depend on each other and are like brothers, their images are still lively and vivid in Zhang Zhengzhi's mind, but the real ones have turned into a billet loess, and I don't know which mountain called Laoji Mountain is scattered in the road. The brothers died heroically and deservedly! Therefore, he was the only one alive and felt humiliated because he lived alone - in battle! Heroic death! From the moment he was captured, he began to dream of such an opportunity! Now that his dream has come true, how can he let it go so easily?

Because of the severe nerve damage, Zhang Zhengzhi's reaction was very slow, so he became the last of the three machine gunners to fire. He hadn't used a weapon for too long, and he had only been in contact with the crooked neck machine gun a few times, and he didn't grasp the direction of fire firmly at first, except for the first few bullets that hit one or two devils, and the rest of the bullets were all empty! Such a result was an absolute humiliation for him, because he had faith in death from the moment he asked to stay! Changing a magazine with some difficulty, seeing that more and more devils were rushing towards him, Zhang Zhengzhi didn't know where the strength came from, picked up the machine gun and stood up, and roared angrily: "Holy shit, come to Lao Tzu!" And then pulled the trigger! When the machine gun in front of him "suddenly" spewed out tongues of fire, he didn't realize that he was able to speak again.

The reason why Chu Tiange wanted to arrange Zhang Zhengzhi in this position was originally from the perspective of protecting him, hoping that because of the resistance of the four of them, he could win him enough time to escape. However, he stood up like this now, but Chu Tiange's arrangement came to naught. The new magazine was less than half of the bullets, and he felt that he had only swept down the two devils, and in the sound of gunfire, he only felt a numbness in his waist, and he was immediately hit by a strong force and fell backwards, and he couldn't get up when he sat on the ground.

As a wolf-tooth veteran, Fu Xiaobing, Zhu Qin, Chang Youliang and Chu Tiange already had a tacit understanding, so they could understand his tactical intentions in this arrangement. Everyone is a smart person, and I know what the result would be when five people dealt with hundreds of devils. So from the beginning, they were determined to sacrifice to create a chance for Zhang Zhengzhi to escape - so everyone was silently watching Zhang Zhengzhi's condition while fighting.

Zhu Qin happened to see the scene of Zhang Zhengzhi being knocked down, so he took it for granted and decided to cover him and withdraw first.

It was a devil named Ono Seiji who hit Zhang Zhengzhi. There were more than a dozen of them in their team, all of whom were motorcyclists who were forced to abandon their motorcycles and switch to walking. One of the leading ensigns saw Ono knock down the devil in front of him, and immediately shouted: "Rush forward, catch it alive!" ”

More than a dozen people ignored the existence of Chu Tiange and Fu Xiaobing, and began to run towards Zhang Zhengzhi's direction.

Fu Xiaobing quickly finished a magazine, and then rolled into a pile of grass behind him while changing magazines. The sound of "pop" and "pop" was endless, and from time to time bullets danced around him, and his right leg suddenly hurt, and then his calf became as heavy as a stone. "Damn, it's a lottery?!" The severe pain made Fu Xiaobing faint, but he didn't pause at all, holding the machine gun and enduring the pain in his heart, he rolled into the grass several times in a row, and then set up the machine gun, aiming at a team of devils a hundred meters away and shooting violently. Knocked down the three devils, and frightened the other devils to their stomachs, he released the trigger and looked down at the injured leg. This shot actually hit his right knee, and the penetration of the three bullets was extremely strong, completely shattering his kneecap, and Bai Sensen's bones were clubbed out, and the slightest touch was a piercing pain. The corners of his mouth twitched, then he gritted his teeth and pulled the broken leg together with both hands. He took out his first-aid kit and pulled out a triangular scarf to wrap the wound. Sweating profusely in pain, he finally stopped the bleeding, and he was gasping for breath, but he heard Chu Tiange shouting loudly: "Liangzi! Hold on! He was taken aback, and said in his heart that Chang Youliang was also injured, and then a slightly deformed shout came from not far behind him: "You guys, withdraw!" I'm holding them back! The voice was a little unfamiliar, and he was thinking if Shan Renxiong had sent someone to answer us? Then he was wrong. With a "shhhh

There was a loud "boom", and a puff of air accompanied by a large pile of grass clippings and dust covered him, mixed with the sound of shrapnel flying overhead. Later, there was a sound of wah-la for several miles, and Fu Xiaobing's body and left leg knelt up at the same time, turned around and pulled the trigger according to the sound. In the roar of the machine gun, five devils wailed and fell down, and at the same time, his body shook violently, his chest ached, and then his whole strength seemed to be drained—his chest was pierced by a bullet, and blood gushed out like a fountain. He could no longer hold the machine gun in his hands, only felt that the heavens and the earth began to spin, the sky began to darken, and he knew that he was dying. Instinctively, his right hand reached into his waist, his thumb into a metal pull ring, and then he used all his strength to pull it up - "Throw, surrender!" Don't kill! A little devil who knew a little Chinese was holding a rifle and looking at Fu Xiaobing, who looked like a bloody man, and couldn't help but be afraid in his heart, and even his words were trilled. Then, in the sky-high firelight, he instinctively let out a shrill wail: "Ahhh

The battle had been going on for nearly half an hour, but the side had already lost fifty or sixty casualties, and the other side had only paid the price of two dead and one wounded - in the face of such a reality, Wang Nao's face became even darker - which army did his opponent come from? Familiar fighting methods, unyielding will to fight—if all the soldiers of China were like this, would the Empire's attempt to occupy China still be realized? At the thought of this, sweat began to run on his head.