The gunfire on the street to the north was noisy and piercing, and the sound of crooked sub-machine guns, Czech machine guns, and various rifle shots was chaotic and staggered, and it was completely beaten into a pot of porridge.

The left side is the house, the right side is the wall, the light is not good, but there is no need to worry about tripping because this is the city, there is no ruggedness. Ma Liang hunched his back, carrying a box cannon, strode through the dark alleys, the rifle behind him kept hitting his back because of the bumps, rhythmically, and the nine soldiers under his command followed, or carried a short gun like Ma Liang, or hung a bayonet on the rifle he carried, snorting and panting.

Running to the mouth of the alley in one breath, looking at both sides of the corner, the widening of the space makes the sense of light stronger, a dim north-south street, straight to the north to the street, where you can hear the crooked handle roaring on the street more clearly.

"Squad leader, take two more alleys forward, and touch it to the north, and you will definitely be able to knock that machine gun!"

"The enemy will have someone copy it back, and if it is missed, the second class will suffer. ”

"But I can't see how far this is, the place is so big, what can we do? Why don't we divide into two groups, or three groups, and spread them out on both sides?"

"No, once we meet again, I know who you are? Say hello with grenades? This small street leads to the north and south, and if you want to copy it, you must pass it, I guess the devil won't go too far, let's touch it in the direction of the street." Maleonn turned north and cornered the wall, and continued to walk against the wall on the side of the street, but no longer running.

It's a coincidence, it's not a coincidence, the third class hasn't walked a dozen steps out of the wall, and a team of black shadows sneakily crossed the street twenty or thirty meters ahead.

Ma Liang stopped suddenly, and the devil also turned his head in surprise.

Woohoo Woo ...... Three shifts opened fire.

Bang Bang Bang ...... A dozen devils fired a volley of guns on the spot.

Although the distance is close, the light is not good, the target is not clear, the reaction is fast enough, a round of surprise shot down, the first two devils fell, and a shot soldier of the third squad was being dragged to the alley by the people behind.

"Hide first!" Ma Liang, who was at the forefront, hurriedly fired a few shots, then climbed the earthen wall beside him without hesitation, and climbed in, the risk of turning around and running was too great.

The sound of the shell gun made the devil's scalp tingle, and it was a fool to shoot at close range with the eight roads in the side street, and the well-trained man lay down on the spot and fired back a row of guns to let most of them escape, and then desperately ran into the dark alleys of the road.

After an extremely brief exchange of fire, both sides invariably chose obscene tactics, and the poorly lit side streets were empty after a few seconds, followed by the sound of a clang, a grenade hitting the roof tiles, a grenade hitting the wall, and the two sides chose the same means in the black light, and the grenade was thrown blindly.

Boom Boom Boom Boom ...... Suddenly, the miasma of black smoke flashed, debris flew sideways, and the two sides of the distance of twenty or thirty meters were filled with gunsmoke, as if a burst of dense artillery fire was rushing, which was spectacular. Originally, the light was not good, but now I can't see anything, and my nose is full of smoke and dust.

"****!Xiao Wu, you come to help me, I can't get up...... Whew......"

Ma Liang shook his head in the choking smoke and heard the roar of soldiers outside the wall, and the devils on the other side of the street screaming in pain.

With a full ear whistle, he staggered out of the yard with a shell gun: "A group, you guys go through the street!

Ma Liang shouted to the warrior who was hiding in the darkness nearby, and returned to the alley where he had stopped, and poked his head out to look diagonally across the dwellings, where there was nothing to see beyond the dark buildings. Without looking back, he said to the person behind him: "Prepare the grenade, you two will follow me from the other side!"

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The firepower in the city gate hole was suppressed intermittently by the three crooked handles on the west street, and it was no longer possible to effectively connect, and the sound of debris being knocked down from time to time came from the west side outside the broken window. Liu Jianqiang leaned against the darkness in the window facing the street, holding his rifle, and looked diagonally to the west at the opposite street, and by his voice, he could imagine which puppet troops were crawling timidly along both sides of the street, like maggots.

The soldier on the other side of the window was breathing rapidly, trying to distinguish it from the background sound of machine gun fire: "Squad leader, they seem to be coming." Squad leader, squad leader!"

"Come here, let's get to work. You prepare the grenade and throw it at the base of the west wall outside the window, leaving everything on you out. ”

A tracer trajectory flying down the street crossed the window, like a dull neon, very beautiful, but unfortunately Liu Jianqiang couldn't see this beauty in his eyes, just like Ma Liang said, he is a pole, not even a tree, and he will never know how to appreciate it. He frowned at him, his big-brimmed hat the same color as the mud wall, the same color as the stern dirty face under the black brim, ignoring the flickering light, waiting quietly for what he wanted to do.

A creeping black shadow finally appeared on the opposite side of the street, pulling the strap of the rifle, leaning against the wall to move forward, each time it crawled, the rifle rubbed against the green bricks on the ground, making a sound, and under the window next to him, the sound was clearer.

The trigger was pulled, the muzzle of the gun jumped, a ball of flame was dazzling, the cartridge case fell on the windowsill and bounced again, and before it hit the ground, the bolt had been crisply reset, and then the second shot rang out again.

The soldier on the other side of the window pulled the grenade, threw it west through the wall, and then ripped off the second grenade to start the fire rope and threw it again.

The puppet army that was crawling under the window stopped moving, and raised his head to look up, the muzzle of the gun sticking out of the window was lit up for the third time, which shocked the puppet army again, and then a grenade exploded behind Ximian suddenly, again and again, mixed with screams, and all kinds of small things that fell on his back, so shocked that he had to hold his head until he felt that the muzzle of the gun in the window poked out of the window again, and against his back. Before the gunshots rang out, the cries of despair rang out.

The beautiful neons that originally flew towards the city gate cave suddenly leaned towards the window, the window frames around him were torn apart, and the blue bricks by the window were smashed and splashed, cutting across the serious dirty face under the brim of the hat, flowing red.

Liu Jianqiang instinctively squatted, and the sound of grenadier firing was heard from the west side of the street.

"Mask!"

Boom - the house is trembling, the roof is suddenly opened a hole in the night sky in the flash of light, the tiles pour down like water, and the dust that rises instantly obscures all the space in the house, nothing can be seen, nothing can be heard, only the soil is breathing, entering the nose, entering the throat, can not breathe, only cough, coughing desperately.

The two grenadiers had not been fired, because this high-arc ballistic thing could not hit the city gate hole at all, and several operators could only eat idle after they were in place, watching the machine gun fire duel between the two sides, watching the machine gunners change one after another, or bandaging behind the debris wall, or being dragged aside and stiffened.

The puppet army was so inefficient that they were advancing as slow as bugs, and now they had finally proved that the houses on the right side of the street had been occupied by the Eighth Road, stuck in the street, and a grenade was sent without hesitation, and a dozen explosions in succession made the grenadiers hot.

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The bullets kept whistling overhead, the outside of the sandbag wall crackled and peeled and continued to make a strange sound, the secondary shooter was holding the Czech machine gun, braving the rain of bullets to shoot intermittently, Hu Yi leaned against the sandbag wall, wrapped a bandage around his left arm in the dark, and half of his sleeve was wet and slimy.

This is good, I didn't hit the bone, my right hand and teeth tried to tie the knot, and I suddenly felt a hot sticky on my face, and then I heard the gurgling sound around me, and tilted my head to see that the figure of the deputy shooter was sliding from behind the machine gun with his neck covered.

I didn't care about tying my bandages anymore, so I threw myself on him, pressing the side of his neck desperately, trying to help him cover it, and his palms were full of damp heat.

I wanted to go back and call someone for help, but my whole hand was already glued, so I gave up the idea. If you can't stop it, it's useless to put a bandage. He wanted to let go, but was pressed by the hand of the deputy shooter, he was terrified by the blood gushing, the platoon commander's hand was his last support, he didn't want to let go, lying on the dark and cold green bricks struggling, his throat kept gurgling.

"Shi Cheng, two more people, I need a new secondary shooter!" pressed the neck of the deputy shooter, and shouted hoarsely outside the doorway, and the body under the palm of his hand finally stopped struggling and lay down quietly.

Rubbing a few handfuls of soaked palms on his body, enduring the pain in his left arm, he lay down behind the Czech machine gun again, and felt for the magazine in the dark, and all three were empty.

"Mule, I need to reload, you hold it for a while!"

"I can't stand up to it...... Grandma, I don't want to go up again...... My luck won't be so good...... If I go up again, I won't be able to get down, my head is bigger than yours...... It's not fair. Luo Fugui was lying under his machine gun, and there were already the bodies of two deputy shooters lying beside him, and the stone bricks on the ground were all wet.

"Hehe, you want to sell a runny nose?" Hu Yi heard the sound of a soldier crawling in from behind the doorway, so instead of trying to reload the magazine himself, he felt for a rifle and pulled the bolt.

"Maybe the runny nose has been blown up by the grenadier. Grandma, I won't burn paper for him, he will die of poverty......" The bear muttered mournfully in the darkness behind the sandbag wall.

The wounded left arm struggled to hold up the rifle and placed it on the sandbag, the butt of the rifle against the shoulder, concentrating, forgetting the whistling that crossed his ear, and shooting.

Bang-bang-bang......

Shot after shot sounded calmly, Luo Fugui tilted his head in the dark, looked at the faint figure in the shooting, and exhaled helplessly: "Okay, I think I have to move another foot to the left, it's so dark, the eyes of the ghost won't be so good?" Okay, maybe he heard my thoughts, and the old man moved a foot to the right." ”

Pulling the machine gun on the sandbag and dragging it to the right, the bear suddenly poked his head out obscenely, pulled the trigger against the machine gun and did not let go. A magazine bullet rained down on the tongues of fire from the crooked handles that were shooting, and then retracted into the bear's head.

After taking a deep breath, I felt that one side of my eye was uncomfortable, so I raised the bear paw and rubbed it, it was even more unclear, it seemed that a lot of sweat flowed into the corners of my eyes, slid down my cheeks, and it was slimy, and I finally felt a sharp pain in my forehead.

"Grandma, I was shot...... I must have been shot...... Boss Hu...... I was shot, did you hear me...... I'm going to die......"

Hu Yi didn't answer, and received a machine gun from the new deputy shooter in the rain of bullets whistling from time to time, a freshly filled magazine had been fixed, and he began another round of suppressive shooting, the sound of shooting was rhythmically loud three times or twice, and the muzzle flame turned white again and again, and at the same time illuminated his face full of red, as if he had died......