"Hidden!!"

"Find Cover!!

In the frantic shouts of Miyamoto Aketsu, patches of Japanese corpses fell on the snow, and the blood with body temperature slowly melted the snow, forming pools of blood one after another. As the low temperature in the mountains came at night, the patches of blood were frozen on the ground, making the earth red and white.

Finally, after throwing away dozens of lives, the Japanese army completed the transfer or burrowed into the mountain forest or hiding behind the bunker, and Xu Ruifeng, who was on the hillside, had just emptied a magazine at this moment.

He half-knelt on the ground, unloaded the 30-round magazine and threw it aside, and after replacing the magazine, he finally breathed a sigh of relief when he looked at the corpses all over the ground.

The machine gun is just good, so good that you feel like the rifle you were holding before was like a burning stick.

In fact, the achievements of machine guns in the war were much more than that.

In 1941, when the Pacific War broke out, Baslone's U.S. unit landed on Guadalcanal Island in the South Pacific in October 1942 and was attacked by 3,000 Japanese troops in a narrow bath. The Japanese launched a round after round of jade smashing charges against two heavy machine guns of the American army, and two days later, twelve of Baslone's fifteen-man squad were killed, leaving only him and two wounded comrades.

3000VS15, I didn't gnaw it down for two whole days!

Of course, this battle was not over yet, and in the later stage, Basilon controlled two heavy machine guns and pistols to withstand the devil's continuous charge, until the ammunition was exhausted, and the reinforcements arrived.

According to statistics, in this battle, Baslon attacked and destroyed 1,500-2,000 Japanese troops, of course, this must be an exaggeration, but it is a fact that he alone blocked the Japanese attack with a machine gun. Eventually, Baslon was awarded the Medal of Honor, the highest honor in the U.S. Army, and he was the second Marine to receive such an honor.

Looking at it this way, is there a difference between the spring field in the hands of the Japanese army and the burning stick?

What is the Czech machine gun that Xu Ruifeng held on the hillside if it is not an artifact?

If the machine gunners of the Fujita Advance Team had not been discovered and hid behind the snow and opened fire on Shang Kun and his group, they would probably have been wiped out in an instant.

What's more, Xu Ruifeng is now on the hillside, in a favorable terrain.

"Xu Sang!"

In the mountains and forests, Miyamoto Mingzhe's shout came: "Do you know how many enemies you are with? In front of you, there's a whole wing! ”

Xu Ruifeng didn't have time to listen to his ramblings, and when he saw that the words sounded, he released the trigger of the machine gun, removed the rifle on his shoulder and began to look around vigilantly.

He felt that if he was a Japanese officer, with the enemy outnumbered and the opponent in a favorable position and superior weapons, the only purpose of attracting the opponent's attention was to buy time for the sneak attacker.

Sure enough, a figure under the hillside on the right was slowly bending down towards the hillside when the black clouds covered the moon and the sky and the earth changed color.

"Your uncle's."

Xu Ruifeng lay on the hillside and stabilized the gun, stretched out the tip of his tongue to feel the wind, adjusted the crosshair and directly hollowed the trigger - pop.

The sound of spring-field gunfire rang out crisply in the mountain forest, and on the hillside, a Japanese soldier who had already climbed up rolled down.

At this second, Lao Xu snorted disdainfully, and shouted to the extreme: "What are you talking about?" ”

Miyamoto almost didn't die!

The Chuntian style is a firearm known for its accuracy, and now this gun has fallen into the hands of the first killer in North Manchuria, and has become a sharp weapon for long-range attacks, the key point is that you can't fight if you get close, unless you use your life to consume up his bullets, but where did this kid get the machine gun?

War is a track where no one is allowed to ask questions, and the result of the game is only two options: losing and winning, and there are no rules and no fouls, Miyamoto Mingzhe shouted at the soldiers behind him: "Can the grenadier get to the opposite hillside?" ”

Grenadier canisters?

This is not a person from the military, the grenadier is used to blow up the fire point, the denser the head in the fire point, the more powerful, blowing up a person's hillside, or a position that can be moved anywhere, can it be blown up?

"Yes, but ......"

"Blow it up for me!"

Miyamoto Akitsu was about to go crazy, how could he allow a single soldier to block the march of a group of several thousand people: "The others are ready, as soon as the shells go off, they will rush up the hillside, I want to see if a machine gun can block the enemy in several directions." ”

"Xu Sang!"

Miyamoto continued to shout while his men were adjusting the grenadiers: "You still have a wife, right? ”

"It's called Wen Wan?"

"The household registration is from Nangang, Lianhua Township, right?"

Needless to ask, it must be the confession of the arrested members of the Blue Coat Society, as long as this group of people knows that Xu Ruifeng has joined the Blue Coat Society, then the Japanese can find all his information through this name, including Wen Wan.

"Do you believe that there is a small team on the way to Lotus Township right now?"

"It won't be long before your wife and her family will be in a truck bound for North Manchu and show up in the gendarmerie!"

"Xu Sang, do you want to continue to resist?"

"I heard your baby is about to be born? Rest assured, the gendarmerie has the best doctors! ”

Xu Ruifeng couldn't listen to it anymore, so he picked up Chuntian and fired directly in the direction where the sound came from: "I'm your grandma!" ”

Bang.

After a gunshot, Miyamoto Akitsu, who had been leaning behind the tree, sank briefly until his men gave him a thumbs up and said, "Locked the target." ”

He just said: "Prepare for bombing." After that, he opened his mouth again: "Xu Sang, for a capable person like you, our Great Japanese Empire still cherishes it very much......"

"How to cherish it?"

"Slap your mouth like Qu Guang in Yushuihuan?"

"Or like the Mukden Gendarmerie who don't take anesthetics to remove people's thigh bones?"

Miyamoto stood at the foot of the mountain and shouted, "That's our way of dealing with the enemy." ”

"But I am your enemy, and the entire Chinese people are your enemies of Japan!"

"We can be friends."

Xu Ruifeng: "A friend who stabbed a knife when he met? ”

"Little devil, how can you see that everyone wants to win over, is this your ancestral inheritance, don't you bother to see a woman? You can see clearly, what you are in front of is a gentleman, a man with a handle in the crotch, Lao Tzu is Beiman's ground-sitting cannon Xu Ruifeng, didn't let you dig the ancestral grave and die After a village, I only know the soft eggs of wiping tears and artemisia! ”

"Fire!"

Miyamoto gave an order, and there were bursts of artillery in the mountains and forests.

Xu Ruifeng also shrank his head, and when he reacted to being fooled, he rolled down the hillside with the Czech style.

Rumble!

A huge explosion was heard from the place where it had just been, and the firelight, the snow and dirt that had been lifted up were all over the sky, and the good hillside was blown up into a large crater, and then the shells fell one after another.

Touch! Touch! Touch!

The last cannonball from the grenadier fell on a small tree in the woods, and after the rhizome of the small tree was blown off, it was pushed sideways for more than ten meters before falling, like a tree with long legs running wildly in the forest.

Xu Ruifeng was about to bury the soil, and just set up his gun after climbing up the hillside, he saw that the Japanese troops on the left and right were rushing up in groups, one by one screaming and shouting: "Long live!" ”

Banzai?

Lao Xu gritted his teeth and scolded: "As long as you can survive the bullets, Lao Tzu will admit that you are the thousand-year-old king and the thousand-year-old turtle!" ”

He aimed for the closest one in the middle, lowered the muzzle of the gun and pressed the butt of the gun against his shoulder to pull the trigger - da-da-da......

The relentless tongue of fire sent the bullets out, and the bullets in the night sky were like meteors, carrying beams straight into the enemy group.

Poof, poof, poof.

The sound of bullets entering the flesh came and went, the screams of the devils continued one after another, and the sporadic gunfire frequently rang out in the crowd of Japanese soldiers, and all the Japanese soldiers in the middle were suppressed by the machine guns to slow down the pace of attack, and one by one lowered their heads and shrunk their necks, as if the shoulders had bulletproof functions, and they wanted to hide their heads in the cavity.

"Come on!"

Xu Ruifeng shouted excitedly, and then turned his gun and aimed to the left: "Come to your father, Lao Tzu will give you candy!" ”

He fell into madness, but what he was thinking about was the figures of Li Shaoyang, Li Qiang, Zhao Dezhu, and Yu Xiangqian.

Isn't it just a life?

Isn't it your turn to fill the gap between the anti-Japanese resistance?

Didn't you just give up this hundred catties in exchange for those dozen seeds?

Come on!

Touch!

An explosion came, and the right side where Xu Ruifeng didn't even pay attention to it was the direction he had just retreated from the mountains and forests, and the explosion sound came from that side, and there, Lao Xu buried almost all the grenades that could be found on the group of little devils from the Fujita Advance Team along the way, forming an artificial minefield.