The two crooked machine guns were silent, and when Hu Yi pulled the bayonet out of the devil's body for the second time, he heard a scream from the other side of the trench, not far away, but he couldn't see the situation. It seems that there is no time to go over to help, and I don't know what the devils in the trench will think and react.

Kick the body of the devil's sub-shooter open, revealing two small rectangular ammunition boxes that have been suppressed, lie down behind the crooked sub-machine gun, pull open the bullet cover, grab a few rows of bullets to fill the bucket, and then snap to the ground, and the bullet plate falls.

Crooked, this is the machine gun that Hu Yi despises the most, there is no worse machine gun than this, the rate of fire is low, the effectiveness is poor, it may malfunction inexplicably at any time, the bipod is ridiculously high, you have to poke out a large part of your body to flatten the trajectory, do the devils think that they themselves are very tall? If it weren't for the special situation, Hu Yi would not want to have this in vain.

"Fool, come to the left and prepare to load me with bullets, the bullet head is facing forward, the bullet row is horizontal, three rows at a time, six rows are full, be careful not to get dirty!" Before the words fell, the crooked machine gun had already begun to sound.

Although he couldn't see anything, what Hu Yi wanted to do was very simple, this position was exactly the end of the ditch, and he just swept forward along the black trench, and those devils squatting in the ditch were no different from Ming in front of him.

In the blinding tongue of fire, the hideous Grim Reaper was unleashed, and the machine-gun bullets that roared wildly in the darkness were now more like spears and javelins, not just piercing through one target's body, but also through the second, or even the third, and they rushed recklessly along the black trench, from near to far, breaking open their skin, cutting through flesh, penetrating body heat, and then viciously embedding themselves into the dirt. In the darkness, liquid splashes and mud splattered in the trenches......

Liu Jianqiang's throat was choked, and his breath was held in his throat, but he didn't care, he took out a hand free, pulled out a grenade, and slammed it into the other party's blurred face. You can feel the target's cheekbones shatter and collapse, and then smash and continue to smash hard, to smash Dog X's head, and break it for a while.

Liu Jianqiang knew that his head could be broken, he had broken it before, and it was not as hard as he imagined, and it was even better to smash walnuts. After slashing the grenade more than a dozen times in a row, he thought that he should be getting weaker and weaker, but he felt the opposite, and now he was all over Shutai, and then he noticed that the hands that were holding his throat just now had already fallen into the darkness.

Panting, staggering up, I saw another crooked handle more than ten meters away was spewing fire, and intuitively felt that it was the squad leader working, whether he used the Czech style or the crooked handle, it would feel different from others, and his gunfire always carried a sense of anger and perverseness.

As soon as he turned his face, Ma Liang's figure was still beside him, holding the body of the gun, trembling slightly compared with the devil lying on the ground. Carrying the slimy grenade in two steps, he leaned over, bent down, and looked at the face lying on the ground.

Poof--the bayonet half-into the abdomen instantly penetrates the bottom.

Plop - the resistance that disappeared in an instant made Ma Liang fall on the spot as the body of the gun sank sharply.

There was no time to delay, Liu Jianqiang put the slimy grenade in his hand into his pocket, turned back to the crooked machine gun, and said at the same time: "Help reload!"

Ma Liang replied as he got up: "I'll fight!"

"You don't deserve it!"

"You ......"

Dada...... In the darkness, the tongue of fire of another crooked sub-machine gun shone brightly, following the trajectory of another nearby one, sending a rain of bullets into the trench and into the field......

The devil suddenly appeared behind him, making Gao Yidao's heart sink sharply, and the burning fire illuminated a large open radius nearby, whether it was retreating to the south or north, it had to experience a period of unsheltered bullet rain distance, if it continued to be stuck in the house to resist, it might be able to hold out for a while, but it would be over as soon as dawn.

"Damn, if you want me to die, I'll pee on you!" Gao Yidao raised his eyebrows and turned back and shouted: "Assemble in one or two rows, ready to charge!"

Thinking that he had heard something wrong, he quickly crawled a few times and leaned over, and persuaded with a dumb throat: "Company commander, fifty meters away from the trench, it's too bright, you can't do this!"

"Get out of the way! I'm talking about the west! Let the first and second rows get ready, and the rest will be stuck here with me and delayed!"

The fast leg turned his head and looked at the burning area in the west behind him: "Ahhhhhh......h

"Herald!"

"Yes. ”

It is better for the brothers to die in the flames of the charge than to let them die in the open field of retreat, and some people may be burned to death, but there must be people who can rush through the flames, and there may be a chance to tear through the defense line of the puppet army, and the way to the west is to live.

Gao Yidao, lying behind the remnant wall, looked at the dark eastern fields, the muzzle flame was extinguished from time to time, basically in a longitudinal line, because the devils were in that trench. At the end, there are two machine guns flashing tongues of fire, but it's a bit strange, just now they were suppressed by the ballistics of those two machine guns, why don't you feel it now? Dazzled? Where did all the bullets go? Why did the devil in the ditch stop approaching? The situation is not right!

......

Wu Yan's brows furrowed into a pimple, a knife high, a knife high, a knife high, he didn't listen to persuasion all his life, the devil unexpectedly appeared in the east, and he had already used the ditch to the middle of the open field, and it was too late for the second to run anywhere.

What happened to the Third Company? Why did Hao Ping run away without firing a single shot, and let the devils copy to the east? It was useless to think about all this. Wu Yan gritted his teeth, and prepared to lead a company to charge the village from the south side, if he could get in, he might be able to save the life of the second company. I made up my mind and was about to set it up, when suddenly there was a loud gunfire nearby.

"Company commander, the devil has come from the east!"

Wu Yan sighed, silently pulled out the shell gun, glanced at the village in the firelight again, and waved his hand: "Follow me for reinforcements." Then he strode to the position of the gunfire on the east side.

......

Suddenly there was a noise of gunfire in the east of the village, and Hao Ping, who was hidden in the dark, blurted out: "It's broken!"

Yang Dezhi broke the branch in his hand, and said hatefully: "Why is the little devil ...... Whew, what now?"

"There were two or three crooked handles in the gunshot, probably a squad. I don't know if they're all out, or if they're just one squad. ”

"Is it too late for us to get there?"

"Not optimistic. ”

“......”

The two of them were silent for a while, and Hao Ping spoke again: "There's no point in staying here, let's go to the south to meet Wu Yan first." ”

The 3rd Company regrouped on the roadside to the west of the village of Yantou, and hurriedly set out to the south, ready to find the 1st Company, but before they had gone far, they suddenly heard the sound of gunfire in the south of the village, and the intensity was even worse than that in the east.

Yang Dezhi was surprised: "That's a company, all the devils have come out......!

"There is no need to pass, the company may retreat at any time. ”

The third company made a missed move, and the second company may be finished, Hao Ping was very worried in his heart, he ordered the team to stop, standing in the dark and desperately wondering, what should the current three companies do!

Yang Dezhi was in the same mood as Hao Ping, and seeing that Hao Ping didn't speak again, he asked, "You say...... Since the devils are out of the village, if we enter the village from the west, is it possible to rescue the second company?"

Hao Ping is also thinking about this problem now, but listening to the fierce Cheng dù of the firefight, the second company may not be able to hold out the third company to enter the village, and at the same time, the first company in the south does not know how long it can hold the devil. But what can you do if you don't? Dead horses should be treated as live horse doctors.

"Attention everyone! Turn around now and take the village down for me!" Hao Ping decided.

"What if...... What if you withdraw in a row?"

"Let's see, when the gunfire in the south stops, we will withdraw!"

In the night, the three companies turned around and pounced on the village in the firelight.

......

They were ploughed over and over again by two crooked handles at the end, and the corpses slipped in the trench dozens of meters long, obviously there was no longer any breath in the ditch, and the two ballistics still refused to stop.

And the main force of the devils, who were fighting with a company in the south, turned a blind eye to this qiē, of course, they really couldn't see, they could only hear. Captain Devil thinks that this is the team that is continuing to attack the village, and listening to the stormy sound of the two crooked men in the east in the dark makes him feel very comfortable, this is the firepower of the imperial army, this is the price of your tossing.

A team of more than 50 devils, there are still a dozen or so people left who can breathe, and they are very lucky, because at the time of the incident, they were in the twenty-meter-long horizontal trench, so they escaped. The trench was a little far from the edge of the woods, and they still didn't know why, why the machine guns behind them were firing at their own people, frantically biting like demons at the poor compatriots who were holding in the ditch

The surviving devils, some have even cried, not because of fear, but because of 'compassion', yes, because of compassion, crocodiles will shed tears, of course devils will, although they never treat Chinese as people, fortunately they still treat their own people as people. It was so cruel, how could they not be sad and hurt as they watched their close comrades-in-arms dragging their bloody bodies and crawling in the darkness in pain, listening to their pitiful screams of despair in the darkness while the bullets were still roaring wildly around them.

They hate! They are angry! But they have never considered where the land under their feet is, there are no cherry blossoms here, only Aoxue Lamei, this is a flower planter!

They raised their rifles, poked out of the trenches, and reflexively shot at the cruel devil in their eyes, trying to take revenge, trying to vent, and immediately incurring a scythe-like ballistic straf, some of the steel helmets rolled and jumped up because of this, and some of their compatriots snorted and covered their faces and fell into the darkness, forcing them to retract into the trenches and continue to cry shamelessly, and continue to look at the stinky skins around them that have become gods......