"Zhao Yanzi, Henan Yanjin is coming to Diwa~ Let's go to life!"

The veterinarian howled as he held a wooden board with Zhao Yanzi's name written on it and stuck it in front of a small mound. Behind him, dozens of such wooden monuments have already stolen.

Early in the morning, the veterinarian led a few soldiers to dig many pits near the airport and buried the dozens of brothers who died last night.

"Alas, you said that this baby must want to be buried in his hometown when he dies." Veterinarian Hao sighed and asked Meng who was digging a pit next to him.

Meng was annoyed and didn't pay attention to him, and was busy with the things in his hands.

"Hungry, if you die, you must be buried back in Xi'an. Annoy, what about you. ”

"You're too worried, the little master doesn't want to die." Meng annoyed and chuckled, jokingly.

"Our group of Qiu Ba, just this fate, one day we are really unlucky to die, there is such a place to lie down, it would be good to cover it with a little loess. No matter what, it's better than the little Japan hanging on the wooden stakes outside. ”

Hearing this, the veterinarian couldn't help but shudder, he was soft-hearted and had never killed anyone until now, just like he said, he didn't come to kill people when he was a soldier, he was here to save people.

The little devils hanging on the stake each had a hideous wound on their stomachs. The blood was flowing slowly and uncontrollably, and even some people's stomachs were drooping outside. Flies and mosquitoes were circling around, and two of them were no longer breathing. The few remaining little devils let out a desolate wail, begging the soldiers around them to kill them.

Seeing this cruel scene, many soldiers couldn't help but relent, wanting to end their suffering for them. But when the regimental commander spoke, the soldiers had no mercy at the moment.

Liao Mingyu said: "Do you know that after the fall of Jinling, 300,000 people were killed by these beasts, and countless women were defiled by them!" Not even the 70-year-old lady and the dead female corpse on the ground! ”

"Can they count as people!? If one day, your hometown is also fallen, what will they do to your parents and siblings? Do they deserve your sympathy!? ”

The crowd also deliberately found an open space, without the shelter of trees, and gave them a good sunbathe. These bandits who invaded China deserve such a crime!

……

Liao Mingyu was wandering around the airport at this time, and he remembered one thing, he had to teach this guy how to test the machine gun.

This one magazine sometimes only kills one or two devils, it's a loser.

Striding to the warehouse, he moved through a box and opened it to see rows of brand-new 7.7mm bullets. Looking back, except for the ammunition that he exchanged from the system, the rest of the supplies were "generous" sent by the British gentlemen.

Yesterday's battle consumed a lot of bullets, and he once again exchanged 300 points for a batch of 7.92 and 45 bullets and put them in this warehouse.

Sometimes Liao Mingyu can't figure it out, obviously such good equipment and such sufficient supplies. was beaten like a grandson by Little Japan.

I really don't understand what these British guys think in their hearts, no matter how the battle is fought, they will surrender if they don't agree, anyway, in their hearts, this kind of thing is not a big deal.

Shaking his head and not thinking about it anymore, Liao Mingyu walked out of the warehouse with this ammunition box...

The dragon was sitting in a clearing, looking to the northeast in distraction.

He was too far from home, his hometown was in the northernmost part of his homeland, and at this moment, he was in the southernmost foreign country, yes, he was homesick.

Mi Long once swore that he would never return to his hometown in the Northeast until Little Japan was completely driven out of China, and he would always remember that there was a turret of little devils on his ancestral grave.

Liao Mingyu walked behind this guy and watched him holding the machine gun in a daze. So he picked up a small stone and threw it at him.

"Oh, what are you doing!"

Mi Long was in a bad mood now, and asked angrily.

Liao Mingyu didn't care about him, threw the ammunition box on his shoulder to the ground, and found a big stone to lie down comfortably and lean on.

"It's nothing, I just want to ask you, will your Northeast Army fight?"

"Of course our Northeast Army will fight!" Mi Long said without hesitation.

"Then how did I hear that there are not many people in your Northeast Army who can fight, and I didn't believe it at first, but looking at your performance in the past two days, um... It seems like that's what happened."

Liao Mingyu crossed Erlang's legs, glanced at the lost dragon, and said leisurely.

"What's that? Be... Who said that, I killed him and me! ”

Mi Long immediately lost his temper, in fact, he simply said that their Northeast Army would not fight, and he would not be angry, but Zhang Dashuai was killed by Little Japan back then, and the little six sons gave up the entire Northeast without letting go, and he was a soldier for many years, and never returned to his hometown in the Northeast, and now when he heard this, he immediately gritted his teeth and was full of anger, but to say that this anger came inexplicably.

"Hurry up! Urgent eggs. ”

Liao Mingyu threw it a magazine: "If you have the ability to prove it, 25 bullets, you can hit 4 targets, I will admit that I was farting just now." ”

"Okay! You'll see."

After saying that, Milong immediately loaded the magazine, lay on the ground and set up the Bren machine gun in his hand. Aim for a few large rocks 200 meters away.

"Dada!"

Flames erupted from the muzzle of the machine gun in an instant, and the dense gunfire sounded very fierce at first glance.

"Click"

A magazine runs out quickly. Except for the first few shots that hit a target, the rest don't know where to go.

Mi Long was stunned, and looked not far away with a flushed face, he had nothing to say now, and if he wanted to be angry again, that would be a manifestation of his real incompetence.

Liao Mingyu shook his head, took the machine gun, and changed the magazine.

"You stupid roe deer, why don't you hold on to the trigger, just shoot like this, and when you hit the northeast, the empty magazine can pile up a Shanhaiguan! Waste of Lao Tzu's ammunition. ”

Liao Mingyu hated that iron could not become steel and said.

"The first three rounds of the machine gun basically point to where to shoot, and the back ones have to float to the sky, look at it!"

"Da Da Da!"

The bullet hit the first stone, and Liao Mingyu turned the muzzle.

"Dada!" Another small tree was interrupted by the waist. … After 25 rounds of ammunition, Liao Mingyu hit 5.6 targets in one go.

"Short shot! Three or two shots are available, suitable for use when the enemy is scattered, and can ensure the maximum accuracy of the machine gun. ”

"The frequency of shooting is rhythmic, you have to master that feeling yourself, shoot when it's time to shoot, don't be cowardly when it's time to strafe, Long Wen can kill 4.5 devils with 20 Czech-style bullets, you fucking give Lao Tzu a long face."

Liao Mingyu patiently explained to the dragon, listening to the dragon is enlightenment, looking at Liao Mingyu's amazing marksmanship, the dragon nodded vigorously, as if he had discovered a new continent, his eyes lit up.

"Let's go on, I'll give you this box of ammunition."

Liao Mingyu threw this box of bullets to him. It's useless to say more, the real marksmen are fed by bullets. The dragon has a good talent, and with training, he can definitely make a good machine gunner.

I think that at the beginning, before he entered the army, he often followed his grandfather to the shooting range at home and abroad to practice guns, and grew from a rookie who missed the target to a sharpshooter with 100 shots, and I don't know how many times he has experienced shooting and tempering.

"Dada!"

The sound of gunfire continued to sound in this open space, and Mi Long finished one magazine after another, and had to replace the barrel from time to time because the barrel was overheated, while Liao Mingyu helped him press the bullet on the side, occasionally correcting his mistakes. This makes Milong really feel like he's improving.

Liao Mingyu looked at the dragon who was constantly training, and at the same time thought in his heart, it was time to retreat.

Yu Xiaoqing wandered around Burma and then ran back to the east bank to shrink, presumably he is now actively arranging riverside defenses to defend against the attacks of devils in the future. After this battle, he will soon be promoted to division commander

He was originally the head of the regiment, and his father should be a high-level government department, and it was only a matter of time before he rose to prominence.

In the battle of Nantianmen in the original time and space, more than 1,000 defeated soldiers led by Long Wenwen allowed them to block the defense line with their flesh and blood. And these more than 1,000 soldiers have also stayed on the West Bank forever, and their dry bones can only look at their homeland from afar, and they can never go back.

And the defense of the river meritorious, repelled the enemy on the west bank. This great credit is all on his head Yu Xiaoqing. No one remembered the soldiers of the expeditionary force who shed their blood on the West Bank, and Long Wen got nothing.

Because he is a black family himself, and he is also charged with pretending to be the head of the regiment. Yu Xiaoqing cherished his talents, so he saved his life, and reluctantly mixed up the position of the head of the Sichuan Legion in Yu Division. But in Yu Xiaoqing's eyes, they are still cannon fodder.

Now, everything is different, he Liao Mingyu is not a dragon article, his identity as the head of the regiment is real, even if he is rewarded for his meritorious deeds in the end, it will not fall on Yu Xiaoqing's head.

Anyway, Yu Xiaoqing will be the division commander sooner or later, which has nothing to do with this battle, and Liao Mingyu also has a lot of self-confidence, so that the last more than 1,000 Sichuan legion soldiers returned to Chanda alive.

While he was pondering all this, a jeep came in the distance, heading towards their position.