Five minutes before the fierce battle broke out outside the west gate of Bangnanbiao County, Song Yuanzhuang gave an order, and twelve jungle special operations and more than 1,000 British death squads rushed towards the devils in front of them with more than 500 crooked machine guns.

"Poof", "poof", "poof" - three flares rose into the air one after another, and at a distance of about 300 meters, Song Yuanzhuang, who was in the front, saw the Japanese-style steel helmet exposed in the grass in front of him, and waved his gun in his left hand and his right hand: "First team, up!" ”

"Follow me!" Charlie shouted, rushing forward with more than a hundred machine gunners from the death squad. "Hit!" Lei Tianwei suddenly shouted, his body slammed forward, and he pulled the trigger with his right hand. "Boom" a gunshot rang out, and in the fireworks flying, he took a step back. Between the lightning and fire, the head of a devil officer who was not wearing a steel helmet about three hundred meters in front of him exploded like a watermelon, shocking several devils next to him, and then subconsciously sticking to the ground tighter.

As soon as Lei Tianwei's heavy sniper started, the machine guns in the hands of Charlie and the others also roared collectively. In the sound of gunfire, hundreds of firing lines stretched towards the Japanese position, first hitting the grass and trees flying in front of the Japanese position, plowing the ground, and then sweeping into the Japanese array, within two or three seconds, at least 100 devils were swept by the line of fire, screaming one after another, rendering the mood of other devils inexplicably nervous.

In about ten seconds, the magazines of the first team were generally empty, and Charlie raised the muzzle of his gun and shouted: "Second team! ”

"Roar!" The more than 100 British soldiers behind him roared in unison, stepped forward a few steps in front of them, the muzzle of the gun hung slightly, the upper body hung back, and then pulled the trigger...... A total of three teams, each of which had lost three magazines in this way, advanced to within 150 meters of the Japanese position.

When the second team of machine gunners came up, Kazuka Kazuka's face changed-the British style of play was too bullying, what made him have a toothache was that this kind of rogue style of play was quite practical, even though he had no doubt about the courage of his subordinates to die, but in the face of this kind of firepower that was pressed to the end, he also knew that metaphysical courage alone could not change anything. The muscles on his face twitched, and his resentful gaze suddenly swept to several figures in camouflage uniforms in the ranks of the British soldiers, and he secretly thought in his heart: "I wonder why the British suddenly became strong, it turns out that there are student soldiers in it!" Eight grids, these people are really ghostly. He gritted his teeth and beckoned to a military officer on his right, and when he crawled over, he said, "Go to Miyamoto Daisa at once and ask him to turn all the grenadiers!" ”

"Hello!" Jun Cao answered, and crawled to find Miyamoto Chenghuan.

Both the death squads and the Chinese rushed forward, and they fought with great success, and the other Britons were infected, and their emotions were mobilized at once. Duran couldn't help but feel a sense of blood surging when he saw that the Japanese army couldn't even raise his head under the suppression of the death squads, let alone carry out an effective counterattack. He consulted with Willy and the others, made an impassioned speech, and chased after the rest of the British army.

The morale of the British side was greatly boosted, and the morale of the Japanese side dropped sharply, and some devils couldn't help but shoot back, and then his head was raised a few inches, and several lines of fire swept over, and then, although this devil fired a shot as he wished, almost at the same time, he was cut into pieces by the bullet line, and his head and steel helmet were turned into pieces.

"Eight squares! Don't shoot without my orders, are you deaf? Kazuka Kazushi scolded bitterly, and those devils who couldn't stand the threat of this kind of dense fire and wanted to vent their fear by fighting back heard it, and they all lay down honestly when they heard it, and they didn't dare to move rashly.

At the same time, Song Yuanqiang shouted: "Speed up and rush together!" Then raise the gun and aim at a devil's steel helmet, which is a shot.

At a distance of only about 100 meters, the Japanese steel helmet could not prevent the bullets of the Weiqing-style assault step, and the devil had a hole the size of a wine glass in his head, and he died before he could snort.

"Rush!" Charlie shouted after him, quickly reloading a magazine, then quickened his pace to the front row and began to strafe again.

The closer the distance, the greater the chance of the devil lying on the ground being hit, at least 500 devils fell under the strafing of the crooked handle without firing a shot, and many devils listened to the seemingly endless gunshots, and they were terrified, and many of them were sweating all over their faces. A few hundred meters behind them, about 100 devils were in teams of twos and twos, one holding a grenadier and the other carrying a grenade box, and was rushing towards this side.

It was Miyamoto who came to support the devil grenadiers.

The closer the distance, the more conspicuous the twelve jungle special operations became, their guns were directed, one by one the devils were killed, what made the little devils shudder was that those who were taken care of by the "Zhi Na people" were all officers or heavy firefighters, they felt the accurate shooting like an arm and finger, and their hearts beat wildly, all of them had a fear psychology.

"Eighty meters—fifty meters—" Kazuka Kazuka thought silently in his heart, and when he read fifty meters, he suddenly shouted: "Kill it!" Then he raised his gun and shot the pistol.

"Kill, give!" Many devil officers shouted after the neighing, and the gunshots of "horn" and "horn" rang out, and there were casualties when the death squad boarded.

As soon as the devils on the front launched a counterattack, in the darkness on the left, chaotic footsteps sounded, and more than seven hundred little devils killed them silently.

The little devil can really bear it, but it makes no sense to Song Yuanzhuang at all. No matter how many British people die, he doesn't feel distressed, he has only one purpose, that is, to reduce the pressure on the student army that is stubbornly sniping devils in front of him. He reacted quickly, immediately pointed his gun to the left, and shouted vigorously as he fired a shot: "Warriors of the Lanluga POW death squad, the time has come to test you, kill all the Japanese!" ”

"Kill all the Japanese!" Charlie yelled, suddenly throwing the machine gun on the ground, then pulled out his pistol and fired.

Seeing that the Anda Shunbu was launched, Hanazuka got up from the ground violently, commanded his sword and shouted forward: "Warriors under His Majesty the Emperor, attack!" ”

"Attack!" Immediately, a devil officer shouted, and then all the devils climbed up under machine-gun fire and met the British soldiers who rushed over with their bright bayonets.

At a distance of thirty meters, the Japanese army paid the price of more than 300 people before rushing over, and before they could get closer, Song Yuanzhuang changed his order in time: "Machine gunner, retreat, others, on!" Then he quickly loaded the Mitsubishi thorn and faced a devil with a Weiqing-style assault step.

The devil apparently recognized his identity, yelled "Die to the pig" and stabbed him in the abdomen with a spear. The corners of Song Yuanzhuang's mouth twitched and his footsteps did not stop, but the gun was retracted and then picked up and pierced again, and the Mitsubishi thorn immediately pierced the abdomen of this devil, and the devil was howling to change his tricks and stab again, he kicked out, kicked it to the ground fiercely, and the three-edged thorn stabbed again, opening a triangular groove in his throat.

(Old poison: a little late from work...... There's one more that could be a little later, brothers Haihan)