The black dots in the distance crawled here one by one, using stones, potholes, and shrubs, slippery like a large loach.

At a distance of two or three hundred meters, some rifles also began to sound, some of the enemy just crawled with their heads bored, some fought while crawling, and some stopped and fought directly, and the chaotic and unintentional, the formation of the attack gradually loosened, and the casualty rate finally decreased.

Although the weapons were uneven, most of the mountain bandits' shooting was basically in the dark, but the density of people was large, and after a few rounds of bullet rain, the nine platoons on the small high ground began to suffer casualties, two heads were hit by stray bullets, one had no ears, and the nearby soldiers were kneeling in the mud and using wet and dirty gauze to wrap around him.

Hu Yi, who had emptied the magazine again, sat down in the muddy water of the bunker and shouted while pressing a row of bullets into the chamber of the gun: "Mule, suppress the machine gun!

The words fell, and only a metallic crunch was heard nearby. Hearing this voice, Hu Yi, who was pressing the bullet with his head, suddenly felt a chill in his heart, it was the sound of the bullet hitting the steel helmet!

Subconsciously raised his head and shouted in a panic: "Girl!"

"Huh?" the little girl was sitting in the trench with her back against the mud wall, clasping her muddy steel helmet and pulling the bolt of the gun with difficulty, because she pulled the bolt slowly, so she would honestly shrink back after every shot, instead of continuing to shoot in the firing position like ordinary soldiers, and this was also a habit that Hu Yi forced her to develop. At this moment, when she heard Hu Yi calling her, she was looking up at a little muddy face in confusion.

It wasn't the girl who was shot, Hu Yi gasped for breath, and Luo Fugui's shouting suddenly came from the other side behind him: "Oh, I'll go to his grandma!"

Only then did I remember that it was not only the girl who wore a steel helmet now, the last time he retreated into the mountain in the turret, the mule who was afraid of death also began to carry a steel helmet all day long, and after the battle began, he buckled the bear's head.

Looking back over there, Luo Fugui had already left the machine gun and was sitting in the mud picking up the fallen steel helmet, staring at the bullet mark on the edge of the steel helmet with big eyes and surprise, while muttering: "It's not in vain, it's not cumbersome, it's definitely not cumbersome......"

"What's the fuss, I'll let you suppress the machine gun!"

"Can't you let me be frightened?" the bear poured out the muddy water from the steel helmet, re-buckled it to its head, and reluctantly crawled to the firing position.

Hu Yi pressed the bullet, pulled the bolt and loaded it, then knelt up and poked his head out, raised the gun on his shoulder, selected a target and began to aim, before it was fired, suddenly there was another sound.

obviously felt that the sound was still coming from the position of the mule, but subconsciously wanted to look at the position of the little girl on the other side, and it was not easy to look at it.

Sure enough, the little girl was lying behind the chest wall, squinting intently and looking out. Luo Fugui's voice sounded behind his head: "This grandma can't be beaten! Lao Tzu wants to change places! Must change places!"

Luo Fugui shouted in panic, lifted the machine gun with one hand, scooped up the steel helmet that had been knocked out again with the other, and prepared to run to the trench.

When he passed by Hu Yi's side, he was grabbed by Hu Yi, dragged Luo Fugui's feet to slip, and fell into the muddy water under the cover with a pop.

"Oh I ...... Boss Hu, what are you stopping me for?"

Was it really so coincidental that the helmet was hit first, and then the probe was hit again? Did a stray bullet hit the same target twice in such a short period of time? Should this be said to be the luck of the mule to become a god? Or was it so bad that it had to go to hell?

Hu Yi didn't speak, picked up Luo Fugui's steel helmet and took it in his hand to take a closer look, a bullet scratch on the side and a bullet scratch on the top, all of which had been rubbed. Straightening the helmet, looking down from the top, the two scratches are parallel, indicating that the two bullets that hit the helmet came from the same direction.

At this moment, two things flashed through Hu Yi's mind. First, there are good hands among the bandits, and his purpose is to have nine rows of machine guns dumb fire, if it weren't for the fact that the mule, a death-afraid ghost, wore a steel helmet, the current machine gunner should have been replaced twice. Second, is it really a wise decision to let the girl wear a steel helmet? Will the steel helmet make her a conspicuous target in a positional war like the current one? But this matter can only be said later, and the first thought is what matters.

"Lie back for me, just follow the direction and posture of the shot just now, hurry up!"

"What, if I don't change places, I'll see the king of Hades!" Luo Fugui felt that Hu Yi must be sick.

"Don't talk nonsense, you don't need to show your head to fight, now go over and recover in the posture just now!"

At this time, in the trench not far away, a squad of soldiers had just been shot in the head by a bullet, and slipped back into the trench on their stomachs, falling silently, and most of their faces were submerged by the muddy water at the bottom of the trench, which changed the color of the turbidity in the vicinity.

Luo Fugui put on the steel helmet again, lying down in the same posture as when he was shot just now, Hu Yi squatted beside him, followed the two bullet marks on the steel helmet, extended his line of sight, and stopped in an area.

It can only be determined that it is a range of tens of meters wide on the right flank, and there are at least dozens of enemies crawling or shooting in that section, and the rough clues can only determine these, how to tell which one is the good hand with the gun?

Hu Yi has a toothache, this feels very disgusting, and now it is not impossible to suspect that the casualties were all done by that one guy! The forest is big, there are all kinds of birds, there are many bandits, and it is not uncommon for such a strange thing to be sought-after. But this one scourge may ruin the ninth platoon to decide the battle!

He shouted to the other side, "Girl, stop fighting!" and let me stay honest behind cover. Then he shouted an order to the trench: "Pay attention to me! There is a piercing hand within 50 meters of the right flank to the left, hit me with fire first!"

In a few tenths of a probability, it is better to have to take care of that area first, and it is better to let the enemy in the center and left flank continue to approach than to suppress the scourge on the right first. Since it was to be beaten blindfolded, the grenadier that was originally intended to be used at the critical moment had to be used.

"Li Xiang, don't dig it, hit the last chemical bomb to the position I said!

"Platoon leader, it's raining, chemical bombs are useless!" Li Xiang found that the platoon commander's face was extremely bad, and it was the first time since he joined the ninth class that he saw Hu Yi's face so bad.

"Then blast me all the grenades you are carrying!"

Li Xiang left the sapper shovel in his hand, dragged Wu Shi who was picking the pickaxe, and then took off the grenadier behind his back and began to erect it in the mud.

pushed Luo Fugui away, pulled the machine gun and put it on the shooting table.

"Fox, give me the binoculars. The little girl who understood the situation slipped over at this time.

"Didn't you hear it?"

The little girl blinked and didn't speak, this was the first time the fox yelled at her, but she didn't feel aggrieved, and stubbornly added: "Someone has to observe the shooting effect! When you're done fighting, I'll just take a look, and if you machine gun sounds, will it be my turn to be beaten?"

Bang - The first grenade was fired from behind, and Wu Shi ripped off the safety of the second one and began to reload the second time.

Hu Yi finally calmed down a little, and he was never willing to see her as a soldier, but how could she not be a soldier in a position where bullets were raining down. There is no time to talk nonsense with this stubborn girl now, knowing what she wants the telescope to do, she still takes off the telescope and reverts to a flat tone: "If my machine gun stops, you can come over and see if I need to be bandaged, okay?"

The little hand snatched the binoculars, turned around and ran, and replied, "Dream on you!"

The machine gun began to go off, and the little girl held the binoculars in one hand, and copied the muzzle of her own three-eight cover with the other, dragging the rifle, walking in the mud of the trenches, the butt of the rifle dragged in the muddy water behind her, and occasionally hung by the sliding stones.

When he came to what he thought was a good position, he struggled to move his petite body covered in mud and crawl up the breastwork, then pulled his rifle up and set it aside, carefully poked his head out, and set up his binoculars.

Gradually focusing to a clear point, I saw a grenade that had just exploded, and the muddy water was falling in all directions, and I saw the mud gourds suppressed by machine guns and a squad of rifles crawling around in panic and dodging.

In a range of tens of meters wide, there are dozens of targets, all of which are mud gourds that are hiding, and one of them has good marksmanship. In everyone's eyes, this is an unsolvable problem, even Hu Yi, a veteran soldier, can only determine the approximate range of the target, but cannot determine the target person, so he can only unwillingly smash firepower on this area.

The little girl calmed down and looked carefully with a telescope, pushing herself and others, the target is definitely not crawling around, he must be hiding now, although the fox's machine gun is fiercely firing, there is absolutely no target among the people who have been shot. Li Xiang's grenadiers don't have to be counted on, there are only a dozen grenades in total in such a large area, and how much place can be covered by releasing them all, and the chances of being in the middle of the ground are very small. When the machine gun stops, and the grenadier stops, he will resurface.

Since the marksmanship is good, it is definitely not the front, as long as the distance is enough, all he needs is the visual distance and the distance of the bullet, how far he can see this position, how far he is.

Since the marksmanship is good, it is definitely not a bad gun, I have seen the bullet holes on the bodies of several sacrificed soldiers before, it is unfortunate that the holes in and out are small, just like the effect of hitting the enemy with their own three or eight big covers. If the enemy on the opposite side is all devils, this is not a clue, but these mountain bandits have very few big covers in their hands, the only problem is that the distance is not close, it is difficult to distinguish the gun in their hands, even if they use a telescope, it is difficult to see, and they can only distinguish some obvious characteristics, such as the old sleeve with a thick muzzle, a bird gun, and a short gun.

The little girl locked the target range on the rear line dozens of meters wide, where there were more than a dozen targets, and they were eliminated in a panic, and there were more than a dozen, who were hiding to avoid the rain of bullets in the ninth row, and sometimes the probe observed a few times and obscenely, and the details were not clear.

The machine gun, which had emptied the second magazine, stopped, and after fourteen explosions, the grenade was also blown out by Li Xiang. Only then did those obscene targets re-emerge and put their guns on them one by one.

Short gun, no. Waving his hand at the person in front of him, as if urging him to move forward, he is not. I still don't dare to show my head, no. One by one, they were carefully identified, and one by one they were ruled out by the little girl, and finally there were four suspects left, who became the focus of attention in the telescope. The camera quickly switches back and forth between the four of them, trying to confirm which one is the 38 big cover, but in vain, there are no more details to discern.

Eight or nine are not far from ten, one shot is a hit, four shots are also shots, my aunt and grandmother and I are good marksmanship! Now I have discovered that the telescope is not only good-looking, but also easy to use? It is too wasteful for him to hang a broken platoon commander all day long!

So the 38 big cover was pulled over by the little hand, and it was set up in the mud, the butt of the gun was against the small shoulder, and a pair of beautiful big eyes disappeared behind the bolt, replaced by the old god's squint.

Hehe, hey, obedient and don't move, there is candy to eat!

As little eyes muttered triumphantly, a gunshot joined the clamor of shooting......