The puppet army had never experienced this at all, and they were just about to leave the country, when there was a ballistic trajectory whistling through the air? Was it an illusion? There was a ballistic trajectory in the vicinity? This was not right! Suddenly someone shouted, and it turned out that the gunfire in front of them was really shooting here! This was not an illusion at all. ．％Ｍ

The two companies in the direction of the main attack were only out, and they all lay down, and they had never seen such a way of fighting, and when they listened carefully, the bullet rain was not dense, but everyone still did not want to stand up; a few devils scattered in the team were much bolder, but they bent their waists and waved their bayonets in all directions, signaling that they must move forward.

Under the threat, he finally reluctantly stood up again, but someone fell down and wailed with the wound that suddenly rushed to blood, so everyone lay down again, so angry that the devil raised his gun on the spot, and killed the wounded of the puppet army who screamed for days, the noise disappeared, and the puppet soldiers had to continue to move forward, bending their waists as low as they wanted, and they couldn't retract their heads into their necks and rub forward step by step.

At four hundred meters, casualties began to appear again, and three or four fell, and this time the puppet soldiers who were lying down were reluctant to stand up, so they simply began to crawl and climb forward.

Several devils exploded in anger and brandished bayonets again to intimidate and threaten.

Bell –

The voice sounded clear and harsh, and a devil turned to his gaze in a daze, took off his own steel helmet and held it in his hand, and a lucky smirk appeared on his face, but before the smile could fully bloom, he was violently shocked, and was hit by another whistling trajectory, and fell directly.

There was an uproar, this time even those arrogant devils who supervised the war also lay down, but I didn't expect that the Eighth Road actually has good marksmanship, and every day he fights a few guerrillas in a public security war, which is equivalent to playing chess with a stinky chess basket, and his vigilance is pitifully low!

After the 300-meter distance line, these puppet soldiers actually don't want to climb any further, these eight roads are all 38 big covers! The marksmanship is not bad, I have only seen the devil abuse the eight roads at this distance, this time it has become the eight roads to abuse the puppet army at this distance, and more importantly, a devil is screaming and wailing in front of him.

The position of the Ninth Company has basically been restored to its original layout, and there are only three supernumerary idlers left in the first row of positions; Hu Yi temporarily took over the three rows of Czech light machine guns, and occasionally fired at a point; the little red tassel thief did not withdraw in the first row of soldiers, and occasionally released cold guns; Tang Dagou continued to shoot, pulling the bolt again and again, and pulling the dog's throat and barking frantically, as if he had rabies.

"No one is allowed to hit my target!"

"He's Lao Tzu mine!"

"Whoever dares to beat him is not sharing the sky with Lao Tzu!"

"I'm going to let you climb again!"

"I'm going to let you move again!"

In Tang Dagou's rifle crosshair, an unlucky devil was screaming in the unlucky green sparse range, with more than one wound.

Smack-

Another splash of blood, the bloody devil was shot in the shoulder.

Smack-

Another splatter of blood, the bloody devil was punched through the surface of his feet.

Tang Dagou's every shot would rather be aimed outward, rather not hit, than willing to aim right, only to the edge of the target outline, shot after shot!

Not only the puppet army, but also some soldiers on the position of the Ninth Company, although the target is detailed, they also know how miserable the target is, is the big dog crazy, is it necessary to hold that devil endlessly? How many bullets does he have to waste on that target? Why doesn't the company commander care?

One of the devils finally went, left his rifle and stood up and rushed to the wounded fellow countrymen, and with indignation and scolding, he passed one after another cowardly puppet soldiers who lay in the grass and did not dare to move.

The occasional Czech light machine gun suddenly roared continuously, and the originally indifferent sporadic trajectory suddenly turned into a poisonous snake, despicably chasing the target of salvation, and the bullet trajectory could not be seen in the dazzling sunlight, but the merciless whistling of the sweeping could be heard, and the broken grass kept drifting.

As a result, the three light machine guns of the puppet army also suddenly began to shout and pour frantically on the Eighth Route position; so the firing frequency on the Eighth Route position increased again, and the puppet soldiers also hurriedly lay down in the grass to return fire, and the gunfire was once again loud.

In the rain of bullets, the brave rescuer can always reach the wounded, God has mercy, the devil is really free from the clutches of the machine gunner, the light is in the sun, and the other devils in the watch are about to tears, how do you know, there is a more despicable guy with a hateful ponytail, obscene in an inconspicuous corner, squinting evil eyes are waiting quietly in the rifle crosshair, she is waiting for the moment when the brave rescuer stops, and then makes this scene even more singable and crying.

......

Chen Chong's platoon is in charge of the west side, so far not a single shot has been fired, all huddled in the foxhole and waited, although the terrain is not large, this position can at least be regarded as a high position, leaving an observation post to grasp the situation.

Chen Chong's platoon's equipment was inferior to the Ninth Company, and his rejection ability was not as good as the Ninth Company, but he received the first tough battle mission, which did not require range or accuracy.

Chen Chong had already put on the bayonet, the back cover of the grenade was unscrewed, all he could do was to hold the rifle and wait nervously, in Wang Penglian, Chen Chong was already the one with the most combat experience, although he was always a natural platoon commander, no one outside the Ninth Company dared to laugh at him!

"Platoon commander, the company commander said that we want to put the enemy close to fight, how close do you want to put it?"

"Grenade range. ”

The warrior's eyes watered dryly, and he stopped talking.

Chen Chong, who didn't want to talk more, had to say again: "I think that at the beginning, when the Ninth Company was still the Ninth Platoon, I was still running on the city wall of Meixian......! I'm the class leader. ”

The stray bullets that didn't have long eyes occasionally flew over Chen Chong's platoon position, and a figure suddenly rushed into the foxhole where Chen Chong was.

"Director Qin, why are you here?"

Qin You shook the rifle from the seriously wounded in his hand, and sat down next to Chen Chong: "I'll be a soldier for you." ”

"But ......"

"Shut up! No, but! Why do you want to tell me, but?"

So Chen Chong was speechless, what kind of soldier is this? This is obviously not at ease with his mother's family!

"Don't worry. I will not interfere with your command. I can't stand the unproductive bear goods of the mule!" Qin You took out the half-extinguished wrinkled cigarette roll from his coat pocket, blew the dirt stained on the cigarette and put it in his mouth, and began to rummage through matches all over his body, he didn't come to be a prisoner, but he knew that Chen Chong would have a **storm here, so he hoped that he would also be here.

......

The guns in the south are endless, sometimes sparse and sometimes dense, but the attack on the west is smooth all the way, completely unimpeded, the pseudo company commander is not blocked by the faceless attack, it is really a limited level, plus the desire for profit, was carried away by the smooth situation on the west road, but desperately urged to add, and kept promising utilitarian benefits to the brothers around him: success is in front of you, as long as you go to the eight-way position, the chicken dog ascends to heaven!

The closer they were, the position of the Eighth Route was completely complete, and the rifles in the hands of the puppet soldiers became tighter and tighter, and some began to pull out grenades, and suddenly wave grenades flew up from the front.

The battle on the west side began in an instant, without even warning, it was directly a grenade opening, and the distance of receiving fire was less than fifty meters, as if the whole world began to tremble.

The puppet army in the front row was annihilated in the smoke of gunpowder rising again and again, and the puppet army in the back began to throw forward, so the position on the west side of the Eighth Road was also filled with gunpowder smoke rising again and again.

"Rush!"

There is nothing impossible, the puppet army really charged! They just bent their waists extremely low, and from time to time they fell down in panic and got up again, and they stubbornly relied on the grenade smoke screen and falling ground that exploded again and again as a cover, thinking that the Eighth Route would win if they rushed forward for a while. As long as they rush forward, how can the Eighth Route not collapse? This is the puppet army's natural empathy, after all, they are not the Meixian security army, and their opponents have always been guerrillas.

The pseudo-company commander followed the back of the charging team and waved his pistol desperately, and the shape was about to create brilliance in front of him, his nervous expression finally relaxed, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and his eyes inadvertently glanced north, and immediately glared again.

More than 20 people from 8 roads, carrying bayonets and grenades, were coming horizontally from the north, and one of them, who was as big as a bear, had long been lying down in the grass and began to set up a machine gun.

Didn't you defend your position? And brought it out of the nest? The pseudo-company commander crooked his neck and felt cold!

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