It was dark in the window, and the street outside the window was dark, at least a little stronger than in the window.

The heavy firing lasted only a short time before it stopped, and Liu Jianqiang leaned against the side of the window, listening to the moans and cries in the street, feeling the darkness and pressing the bullets into the chamber. The two platoons of puppet soldiers who ran head-on to the city gate were killed more than 20 on the spot, and I don't know how many were injured, at this moment they were hiding in the ditches and ditches on both sides of the street, crying and screaming, of course, they were injured, and those who survived were hiding in the dark corners of the street, and they didn't even have the courage to shoot with a probe, everything came too suddenly, they hadn't recovered from the horror, and it took time.

In the dark, the soldier scrutinized the corpse of the puppet army in the window, stood up and leaned back against Liu Jianqiang, trying to reach out and look out.

"What are you going to do?" the bullet was loaded and the bolt was reset, and there was a loud bang.

"Squad leader, he died outside the window, this is called the company commander, there must be a short gun on him, right? I want to drag him in and touch him. ”

Many of the new soldiers who joined the ninth platoon later failed to get the shell guns, and this soldier was one of them, and he looked at the black corpses on the street outside the window, and his heart grew grass.

"If you want to die, go out and touch it, the black light is blind, the mule and the stutterer won't recognize who you are, and if you go out, you will be shot at both ends and sifted on the spot, do you believe it or not?"

The warrior shuddered and died.

Liu Jianqiang picked up his rifle, poked his probe out of the window slightly, and ordered: "The four of us are also divided into two groups, we are enough for the two of us in this house, you two go around the next door from behind, lest the grenade will end us in the future!"

There was a noise in the darkness of the room, and two figures ran out the back door.

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Captain Maeda's expression became serious, and the burst of gunfire from the east was completely unexpected, and the continuous strafing of the two machine guns showed that this was a battle, a battle, not an attack!

"You open the other three city gates and make sure they are in normal condition now!" Just after giving this order to his subordinates, explosions came from the south of the city again and again, and before the phone in the assistant's hand could be dialed out, the phone on the desk in front of him suddenly began to ring desperately.

Maeda grabbed the microphone and reported that it was from the duty room at the south city gate, and the duty officer guarding the city shouted in a panic that they were being attacked from eight directions, and the grenadiers were bombarding their city gates, and strongly asked for reinforcements.

"Don't worry, everything is in my hands. You can keep the gates, and I have sent reinforcements, and they will arrive soon." Maeda finished saying this and put the phone down.

These security forces are too wasteful, they can't report the size of the enemy, and they can't report the firepower situation and start asking for reinforcements. In addition to one company of security forces in each of the four directions, there are currently two really usable troops in the city, a standard squad left behind, and the gendarmerie under its command is also a squad size, but the firepower is not as strong as the standard squad, and it is all light weapons. Maeda feels a little big now, but a sentence has stabilized the morale of the South Gate, and the key problem now is that he is not clear about the scale and intentions of the Eighth Road.

How many roads are there? What is the current situation of the east gate? Should the south gate be reinforced? Are the west and north gates really safe directions? Maeda's fingertips habitually began to tap on the table.

With a bang, the office door was pushed open, and a devil lieutenant hurried in, strode to the desk and saluted, this is the leader of the left-behind squad, his squad has stopped outside the door of the gendarmerie in full armor and is on standby.

Before Maeda could open his mouth to give an order, a second lieutenant of the security army ran in in embarrassment: "Taijun, eight roads...... The Eighth Route occupied the east gate and had already entered the city! Our company fought bloody battles and suffered heavy casualties...... The main force of the Eighth Road has been blocked on the streets of Dongda...... Taijun, hurry up for reinforcements, it's too late!Taijun ......"

Maeda slapped the table: "Inform the security companies at the south gate, the west gate, and the north gate to guard each other, and those who lose the city gate will be killed! In addition, take back the police force and the detective team and concentrate them." Then he said to the left-behind squad leader who was on standby at his desk: "Take your team to the east of the city, and I will support you when the police and detective teams take back, the gendarmerie is a reserve, once you feel pressured, ask me for reinforcements." ”

The squad leader can understand Captain Maeda's distress, he has to consider the whole city, the defense is insufficient and overstretched, if the gendarmerie and the left-behind squad are combined to fight to the east of the city in a wave, it is easy, but once there is a problem in other directions, there will be no soldiers to stare at, so he does not hesitate to take the order.

This devil squad leader is also a veteran of war, and he can stay as a left-behind squad not because he is ordinary, but because he doesn't need to accumulate more military merits, and gives the opportunity to participate in the sweep to people who need to be trained more.

Most people think that the difference between veterans and others is that they have more experience, in fact, there is the most critical point, in the battle, veterans know what they should do under any circumstances, whether it is right or wrong, whether it is to fight or flee, whether it is sudden or detouring, the most important thing is to establish a goal, and the wrong direction is stronger than no direction. Hu Yi is like this, and so is this devil.

This is not a field battle, in the city, there are many houses and alleys, and the scale of the troop of a squad is really thin, and the advantage is not obvious. The captain of the devil squad doesn't know how many there are in total and how deep the eight roads are, but he is not disturbed by these factors, and locks the key point directly at the gate of the East City, no matter what you do, I will directly snatch the East City Gate!

In the night, he ran east along the main street with a team of devils, and the squad leader had already begun to brew a general step in his mind, gathering the remaining platoon of security troops, concentrating the three machine guns and grenadiers in the squad, and temporarily organizing them into a fire team, mixing with the security forces to block this key street facing the city gate, restricting your ability to enter and exit the city, cutting the battlefield, and at the same time suppressing the advance step by step, exerting the maximum pressure on the eighth route; 。

The relationship between the spear and the shield was formed.

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Luo Fugui, who was leaning on the sandbag, felt panicked, raised the bear's butt and scratched a few handfuls on the ground with his hand, the empty bullet shell collided with the stone bricks on the ground and made a tinkling and ding dong sound, and he said to the other side of the sandbag wall in the dark: "Stammer, I have five magazines here, give you one." ”

Zhao Liang replied in the dark: "I don't, I don't." Two is enough, enough. ”

"Grandma, don't want it, you have to ask for it!" Luo Fugui grabbed a machine gun magazine and threw it directly at that end, smashing Zhao Liang to scream. One less round is one round, and both goods think so in their hearts.

There was a cracking sound in the darkness on the west side of the street, followed by a bang, accompanied by a faint conversation.

Luo Fugui couldn't help but poke his head out of the sandbag wall again, grabbed the machine gun mounted on it, and cautiously aimed into the darkness: "What are you doing? Second squad? or those security forces?"

Hu Yi was still kneeling behind the sandbag wall with his rifle, looking quietly into the darkness deep in the street, and said lightly: "The devil is here." ”

The shadows of the other three hats all peeked nervously out from behind the sandbags, discerning the faint conversations behind the faint moans of the street, and the garbled voices.

"They're supposed to be doing makeshift bunkers. Hu Yi put the rifle on the sandbag, rummaged through the satchel on his side in the dark, took out the signal gun, couldn't tell what color it was, casually filled in a signal flare, closed the chamber: "Ready to shoot!" The machine guns on both sides were ready to shoot under his command.

Bang--huh--

With a muffled sound of choking smoke, a bright spot suddenly flew out of the door, rushing down the street into the darkness in a low manner, and then suddenly burst out of a brilliant green light, drawing a blinding low arc.

Green rooftops, green streets, green shop signs, green corpses lying under green shop signs, crawling legs exposed in the green shadows. The green flare flew over a low wall of miscellaneous debris, and nearby men in steel helmets were dragging things out of the houses and shops that had been smashed open on both sides, looking up in amazement at the dazzling green light above Feiyue's head, and watching it flutter down the street, still burning, playing its last glory.

Dada...... The two tongues of fire in the cave of the city gate began to spray wildly, the air was full of tearing sounds, penetrating sounds, crashing sounds, the signboard on the street was shaking with debris, the green bricks on the ground jumped from time to time with strange flashes, the corpses were being shot, and the low wall of debris made a strange noise. Everywhere there are shadows of puncing, dodging, curling.

When the flare went out and the street went dark, three crooked handles were placed at intervals behind the debris wall.

Tutu Tutu Tu Tu ...... The three groups of crooked machine guns officially appeared, gritting their teeth and roaring in response, and a rain of bullets flew nearly 100 meters down the street against the Czech-style machine gun barrage, and viciously spilled into the city gate hole.

Hu Yi, who had just fired the third shot, shrank down suddenly, and there was a sound everywhere in the darkness, walls, green bricks, and sandbags were everywhere, and the torn sandbags raised sand and gravel, jumped up on top of his head, smashed the brim of his hard hat, and fell to the ground with a bang.

Poof--There was the heavy sound of sandbags falling to the ground not far behind, and a soldier who was carrying sandbags collapsed in the darkness, covering his wounds and gasping for pain in pain.

"When they change their magazines, you two alternately suppress!" Hu Yi, who was huddled behind the sandbag, hissed in the dark: "Do you hear that, alternately suppress!"

In order to get off the horse, the devil's three crooked handles all opened fire at the same time, and the density of this burst of firepower roared terrifyingly, and one after another tracer arrogantly flew into the city gate hole and flew out of the city from the other end, which was extremely magnificent.

"Hit! now!" Hearing the voice, the first time he felt the density of firepower drop, Hu Yi immediately put his rifle on the sandbag and fired back at the other party, and shouted the order at the same time.

Luo Fugui, who was afraid of death, counted on Zhao to shoot first, but Hu Boss had already started shooting and there was no movement, so he had no choice but to push his Czech machine gun out from behind the sandbag, and the body of the gun was directly pressed on the sandbag, and he didn't even dare to use the tripod, so he didn't let go of the trigger, and he wished that the nightmare would end immediately.

Da ...... "Grandma's Zhao stammered! You dare to count on me first! You wait!" The machine gun was ringing, Luo Fugui was scolding, and the moment the last bullet case flew up, he shrunk.

Pop--The muzzle flame flashed, and Hu Yi quickly pulled the bolt of the gun and fired again. "Stammer, fire!" Another shot shot into the darkness, and Zhao's stammering machine gun still didn't move.

After a few seconds, the devil's crooked handle began to ring again, and the overwhelming rain of bullets knocked Hu Yi's hat off the spot, crushing him alive behind the sandbag. Turning his face, it seemed in the darkness that Zhao's stammering sub-shooter was trying to drag a stiff shadow away from behind the machine gun.

Zhao stammered and died in the first rain of bullets from the devil, he lost half of his face, and he couldn't answer for a long time......

Before the co-shooter who had just grabbed the machine gun had time to adjust his posture, he was pushed away by Hu Yiyi: "Be the sub-shooter for me, load! Shi Cheng ...... Shi Cheng...... Add two to ......"

The machine gun was pushed onto the sandbag by Hu Yi, and his narrow eyes settled on the back of the Czech ruler, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed towards the shiny hideous.

The bullets are whistling, whistling to the east, whistling to the west, and they are all against each other......