Pull the bolt and load the top bullet......

This must be done before the opponent fires again.

The opponent's machine gun is difficult to hit again because of the muzzle flame jamming once it fires again.

At the same time, Zhang Sixing looked at the distance between the machine gun and the cover with the eyes of a sniper.

"Click"

The top door was loaded with almost instant fire, and the figure could be seen falling, and the bolt was pulled at will.

However, this time the opponent seemed to be ready to replace the shooter, and the orange flower of death before he could shoot had bloomed again.

"Puff Puff"

The sound of a barrage of bullets hitting the wall was heard.

Beams of illumination-bullet pale light slanted into the corridor, scattering dust in the light.

Bending over and moving, breaking those dusty "rays", there is only one word in my heart, "fast".

Move only a few meters, straighten your waist and raise your gun.

This time, instead of waiting for the flames to dissipate, he took a rough aim based on the distance between the gun and the cover.

"Poof"

After the gunshot, the "pheasant neck" flame was extinguished again.

By this time, nearby soldiers had already spotted that his gun was almost silent when it was fired.

Especially when he was dressed in a strange but German-style military uniform, the soldiers became more confident.

Subconsciously think that there are brave and good German instructors, and the Japanese are nothing.

Especially when several machine guns were silent, the attack on the ground slowed down instantly.

Suddenly, a person climbed down from the top of the building, pointed to the other side of the building, and shouted in German,

"Sir, the Japanese are coming up from behind."

Bending down and carrying his gun, Lin Chaodong ran towards the place where the sergeant pointed his finger.

A steady stream of bullets chased him, and the grenadiers came from nowhere and the smoke and dust were everywhere.

The two men bent over each other, their figures staggering through the dust to the other side of the building.

Downstairs, a group of Japanese Marines ran, bayonets shaking above their heads, trying to rush in from downstairs.

"Death Squads"

The battalion commander Li, nicknamed "Old Tobacco Bag", shouted in Guipu dialect with his throat.

A shout from downstairs rushed out of a group of soldiers.

What is striking is that they are wrapped in white gauze or some other strip of rag.

The death squad was actually a wounded soldier, Zhang Sixing never imagined why he would choose it this way.

When I think about it, on the battlefield where there is a shortage of medical treatment, wounded soldiers will become a "burden" to our compatriots. Able-bodied comrades-in-arms can help take care of their families if they are alive.

But this attack was not destined to be too successful, the order was too early, and the Japanese were a little far away.

"Sir, they ......"

The German sergeant's blue eyes widened and he could not understand such a choice.

Zhang Sixing didn't explain this at all, but raised his rifle and quickly loaded it, raising his gun and firing angrily.

In the scope, you can see those wounded soldiers, and if they are not injured in the legs, they bend down and rush desperately into the pile of devils.

Although most of them were knocked down in the way of the charge, once they arrived, they no longer hid and ran as fast as a cheetah.

"Boom" The grenade tied to the body exploded, and shrapnel scattered in all directions accompanied by thick smoke.

The Japanese soldiers who were bending over and advancing were disrupted by the explosion, and the soldiers who were blown up let out heart-rending screams.

The erected crooked handle spewed tongues of fire, and the wounded of the charge decreased at a rate visible to the naked eye.

But even though he fell to the ground, he was still crawling forward desperately with his hands on the ground.

Some people even let out an oozing scream after being hit.

But the body was like some strange bug, dragging a wide blood lang, desperately arching forward.

"Cover...... Cover ......"

Taking advantage of the gap between quick aiming, fast shooting, and fast pulling the bolt, Zhang Sixing shouted at the top of his voice.

I really hope it helps, even if it's for the sake of someone who is still alive.

Loaded, faster shooting.

Despite everyone's efforts, the situation on the battlefield never shifts by human will.

I watched as the wounded all lay in pools of blood.

Everywhere is blood-red, and each body is like a group of sculptures, which makes time and space sad and eternal stagnant.

"Old cigarette pouch, put it closer, grenades and death squads together."

As the death squad assault failed, more Japanese Marines appeared.

Their formation was roughly divided into three groups, and it looked like they were about three squads, and the personnel were quite scattered between them.

Even if the Japanese Marine Corps is inferior to the combat capability of the Japanese Army, the nearly 300-strong Marine Corps is not something that a single logistics battalion of the Chinese Army can deal with.

More Chinese soldiers poured up upstairs, but with them more machine-gun rounds and more grenadiers.

They either fell under bullets, fell under grenadiers, or were dragged behind by the hygienists to join the "death squads".

Zhang Sixing, who kept shooting, kept moving, and the 38 rifle in his hand was almost empty.

One by one the machine gunners and grenadiers in the scope fell, and although someone added to it, the efficiency and accuracy inevitably deteriorated.

Finally, the Japanese Marines approached the building, and they almost unanimously straightened up.

Presumably, they wanted to let out a shout of victory, and rushed into the building with 38 rifles longer than themselves, completely crushing the Chinese army that was still desperately defending in front of them.

Suddenly, the voice of the old cigarette pouch Li Youtian sounded,

"Babies, rise ......"

"Rise to ......"

"Give Lao Tzu a good look at the mother-in-law and baby......"

The roar that tore through the throat was like a real wind rushing towards the Japanese soldiers on the periphery, instantly dispersing their triumphant cheers.

In their horrified and puzzled gaze, another group of wounded soldiers rushed out of the building.

The impact was quite close, and within ten paces of the building, there was a crowd of Japanese marines.

"Grenade...... Far Pitch"

With the gun on his back, he put his hands to his lips, bent over and trotted in the corridor, desperately shouting loudly.

The German sergeant behind him also shouted, and casually untied his grenade and threw it far away.

However, when he threw the grenade, he suddenly spun and fell to the ground, followed by a hoarse scream.

"Ensign...... Second Lieutenant ......"

A volley of grenades flew through the sky in a chaotic manner and smashed into the heads of the Japanese marines who launched the attack.

The explosion rang out in the crowd of Japanese marines who had just straightened up, and the bloody body fell like an ear of wheat.

Glancing at the battlefield, Zhang Sixing bent down and dragged the German sergeant by the neck and dragged him into the house behind him.

The military shirt on his chest was already soaked with blood, and he nervously ripped open the clothes on his chest, revealing his hairy chest.

A stream of blood flowed down from the heart of his right chest, and Zhang Sixing's heart was half cold.

This is especially on the heart, it is impossible to hit the heart of this product should not say a word.

Pull out the first aid kit and pull out the morphine-brown and tie it up for him.

Covering his wound with a thick block of hemostatic veil, he hurriedly turned over his body to check the damage.

"Ah......h

The German sergeant who was touched by the wound screamed in pain, writhing and struggling desperately like a dying snake.

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