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At this time, the little devil was storming the position of the 19th Route Army at the intersection of Guangdong, and the sound of gunfire, explosions, and shouts formed a tragic symphony. A soldier of the 19th Route Army set up a Czech light machine gun in his hand, hid behind a simple fortification made of sandbags, and fired a fierce shot at the little devils who rushed up, and soon emptied the 30 rounds in the magazine.

"Bullets! Bullet! The soldier shouted with red eyes, but he didn't see the bomber deliver the bullet, and suddenly turned around to find the bomber lying on the ground motionless, with a large hole in his head, and blood mixed with his brain was constantly bubbling out. The machine gunner couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and in this stunned effort, a hot bullet hit him directly in the face, exploding a large hole in his forehead, and the soldier was full of anger and unwillingness, and slowly fell.

As soon as the machine gun stopped, the little devil who had been suppressed instantly raised his head and rushed towards the position of the 19th Route Army, and at this time, the little devil at the front had already rushed to more than 20 meters in front of the position.

"Why did the machine gun stop!" Pan Dezhang, corporal squad leader of the 1st Battalion and 2nd Company of the 5th Regiment of the 156th Brigade, shouted loudly. When I looked back, I found that both the machine gunner and the ammunition feeder had been killed. Pan Dezhang didn't think about it, instinctively rushed over, pulled out a magazine from the hand of the bombardier, skillfully went up to the machine gun, and shot at the few little devils who rushed to the front, directly beating the two little devils running in the front into a sieve.

"Little devil, I say that you are the ancestor of the eighteenth generation!" Pan Dezhang shouted as he swept the bullet frantically towards the little devils who rushed up, and in less than half a minute, five little devils were reimbursed successively, but a magazine of thirty rounds was also emptied. Pan Dezhang quickly replaced the empty magazine, then bent down to pick up a loaded magazine that was placed next to him. Just when Pan Dezhang picked up the magazine, a bullet splashed a blood flower on Pan Dezhang's left arm, Pan Dezhang couldn't help but let out a scream, and when he looked back, there were two more blood holes on his left arm, and the bullet directly penetrated Pan Dezhang's left arm, and the blood was constantly bubbling out.

Pan Dezhang endured the severe pain, put on the magazine, set up the machine gun and continued to fire. At this time, a soldier of the 19th Route Army, dragging his blown legs, slowly crawled to Pan Dezhang's side, and said weakly, "Squad leader, I will also help you with bullets!" After saying that, he picked up an empty magazine, grabbed a handful of bullets, and pressed one bullet after another into the magazine with trembling hands.

"Well done! Go back and ask you to drink! Come on, little devils! Grandpa invites you to eat guns. Pan Dezhang shouted.

Although the soldiers of the 19th Route Army resisted desperately, in the face of the fierce attack of the Yue Army, our army's defense line was like a lonely boat in a storm, and there was a danger of capsizing at any time. Seeing the little devil gradually approaching, Pan Dezhang's heart gradually sank, but the machine gun in his hand did not stop, always spitting tongues of fire, constantly harvesting the surname of the little devil who rushed up.

"Brethren! Hit me hard! At this most critical moment, a familiar voice suddenly remembered in Pan Dezhang's ears. As soon as Pan Dezhang heard this voice, his spirits were lifted, and he could no longer care about his own safety, picked up the machine gun, and began to shoot wildly at the little devil who rushed up. At this time, a burst of intensive gunfire also sounded behind Pan Dezhang, and the six submachine guns spat out six tongues of fire, like the whip of death, wantonly harvesting the surnames of the little devils who rushed up, and in the blink of an eye, more than 20 little devils who rushed to the vicinity were beaten into a sieve.

"Brethren! Rush! Kill the devil! The familiar voice sounded again, Pan Dezhang rushed out without hesitation with the machine gun that had just been replaced, and kept shooting at the little devil while rushing, shouting loudly, "Kill the devil!" ”

More than 100 soldiers of the 19th Route Army jumped out of the trenches one after another and began to counter-charge. The little devil who had suffered heavy losses in the fierce battle just now, seeing that the reinforcements of the 19th Route Army arrived, his morale dropped to the bottom, and he was quickly defeated in the face of the crazy counterattack of the 19th Route Army.

The soldiers of the 19th Route Army chased out 300 meters in one go, when the familiar voice sounded again, "Brothers! Fall back! After hearing this voice, the soldiers began to retreat in an orderly manner, and on the way to retreat, the soldiers did not forget to pick up the wounded comrades, and even carried the bodies of the sacrificed comrades. But if they encounter a little devil who has not lost his breath, the warriors will not hesitate to go up and cut off the little devil's head with a knife.

Soon the soldiers withdrew to their original defensive line, and at this time Pan Dezhang finally saw the owner with the familiar voice, "Camp! Pan Dezhang's voice trembled a little with excitement, but it was unusually loud.

This person naturally came to support with two platoons of soldiers, Jin Zhao, the commander of the first battalion of the fifth regiment of the 156th Brigade of the 78th Division of the 19th Route Army. Jin Zhao walked up to Pan Dezhang, patted Pan Dezhang's shoulder and said with a smile, "Good job!" is worthy of Lao Tzu's soldiers, and he did not embarrass Lao Tzu. didn't discredit our battalion, and Lao Tzu asked you for credit. ”

"Xie Yingzuo!" Pan Dezhang said loudly.

Jin Zhao lowered his head and glanced at Pan Dezhang's left arm, at this time, the blood had stained half of Pan Dezhang's body, and the bright red blood of Wu himself continued to drip down Pan Dezhang's left hand, Jin Zhao couldn't help but praise in his heart, what an iron-beaten man, he could still charge with a machine gun when he was injured like this. "Come on, hurry up and send squad leader Pan to the hospital to bandage the wound."

"Camp! I was just drilled in two eyes by the bullet of the little devil, and I didn't hurt the bones, but I didn't have time to deal with it just now, and the blood flowed a little more, in fact, there was no big problem at all, just bandage it, I don't need to go to the hospital, I said, minor injuries are not in the line of fire, just my little injury, if you send me to the hospital, then my old Pan will have no face to see people in the future. Pan Dezhang waved his hand indifferently.

At this time, a hygienist had already run over and hurriedly bandaged Pan Dezhang. Jin Zhao patted Pan Dezhang on the shoulder and said, "Take a good rest, if you really can't talk, don't hold on, I still expect you kid to kill a few more devils for Lao Tzu!" ”

"Yes! Don't disappoint the expectations of the camp! If I don't kill all the little devils, I'm reluctant to die! Hehehe," Pan Dezhang said with a smirk.

Jin Zhao suddenly felt that the dead ghost Jin Zhao was not useless, at least in the army, the boss took him very seriously, although he was often scolded, it was also because the bosses hated iron and steel. And among the subordinates, the prestige is also very high, and the soldiers of the first battalion can be said to have reached the realm of blind worship of Jin Zhao, and I really don't know what [***] soup the dead ghost Jin Zhao poured on them.