"Burn them with fire!" Gao Yuan Nian didn't squeak yet, and the sharpshooter Li Weiguo shouted excitedly, "Do you have the kind of fire-breathing thing that devils have?" ”

When Li Weiguo, who was eighteen years old at the time, went to the battlefield for the first time, he encountered the devil's flame, spray, and projectile. He survived, but the tragic situation of his comrades being burned to the black often came to life.

Therefore, as soon as Jiang Ping proposed to fix the flowers, he immediately proposed to burn the devils in the other turret with fire. They must not have tasted the pain of being burned alive, bastards!

After listening to Li Weiguo's explanation, Jiang Ping immediately agreed to this plan. From the point of view of modern soldiers, burning with fire is a bit vicious. If the opposite side was German, Jiang Ping didn't mind giving them a more dignified way to die. But devils, a tooth for a tooth is a truth that can be justified anywhere.

Jiang Pingbu was not equipped with flames, flames, and shooters, after all, it was a bit dangerous to shake around. But there is something better in the city defense army.

Soldiers dragged a box of napalm, gasoline, and ammunition out of the car. This is a more vicious fire attack weapon than the Flames, Flames, and Shooters. This flame cannot be extinguished by water, and the cover of the earth cannot be extinguished. Unless you dig up that piece of flesh immediately, you won't stop until you burn the bones through.

The devils in the turret on the opposite side watched nervously the development here, although Jiang Pingbu was still out of range, and the small cannon on top of them was firing non-stop.

It seems that the turret just now has been destroyed in a short period of time, which makes the enemy here fearful. They didn't know what weapons the Chinese soldiers used, so they could only desperately fire shells to stop this side from approaching.

The soldiers of the city defense army sneered disdainfully, and carried bazookas and canisters on their shoulders, filling napalm, gasoline, and bombs. The Primordial rocket uses extended-range ammunition, and even with this hand-held launcher, it is possible to hit a distance of two kilometers.

In the past, it was the artillery tower where the national army could not reach the devils, but now the artillery tower of the devils cannot reach them.

Before firing, Jiang Ping waved his hand to stop.

"It's not difficult, give them a chance. ”

He pointed to Gao Yuannian and the others.

It turned out that when the city defense army was preparing to launch, the soldiers of the 33rd battalion were watching from the sidelines. Through the battle just now, they knew that Jiang Ping's weapons were as simple as killing devils as killing chickens. The cylindrical weapons in the hands of the city defense army are definitely one of them.

The soldiers of the 33rd battalion didn't dare to say anything, but the envy in their hearts was overflowing, and they wished that they would burn those goddamn pieces with their own hands.

Jiang Ping discovered the thoughts of Li Weiguo and others, so he generously gave up this rare opportunity. The soldiers of the city defense army, who had already prepared for the launch, did not complain, but instructed the national army on how to use the rocket canister on the spot. For the city defense army, this is just a cool hand. But for the soldiers of the 33rd Battalion, this is an opportunity for revenge.

revenge, or revenge with your own hands to be clean.

Ten rockets flew into the sky with a trail of wake, and in less than three seconds, they crossed a distance of more than 500 meters and flew above the Devil's Gun Tower.

Boom! Boom!

They exploded one after another, and they didn't have much power. But the charge was blown open and filled the sky.

It was drops of black, oily glue that quickly ignited and slowly fell. The whole sky seemed to rain with flames.

The captain of the devil squad in the turret didn't care at first.

He was nervous when ten strange shells whizzed in. But the shells exploded overhead and did not cause any damage, which made him feel a certain contempt.

As for the rain of fire, it just looks scary. As we all know, flames must be strong enough to be powerful, and these sparks falling from the sky will be extinguished in two shots at most, so there is nothing to worry about.

This devil even prevented his soldiers from looking for cover.

"What is a little spark afraid of!" he pulled out his command knife and yelled to boost morale, "Show the enemy the might of the Empire!"

A few devils who wanted to hide in the turret came out in shame and bathed in the fire rain with the team leader.

First, a drop of fire rained down on the squad leader's arm, burning quietly through the military uniform. The captain of the devil squad didn't care, and still maintained the majesty of a knife-wielding command.

But the little flame continued to burn, burning through his clothes and burning his skin. The team leader was in a little pain at this time, so he stretched out his other hand and patted it, hoping to scatter the small flame.

But instead of falling apart, he had flames stuck to his fingers. In the blink of an eye, his three fingers were already burning.

The squad leader could no longer maintain the prestige of the Empire, he waved his hand frantically, and anxiously ordered: "Water!

"Here, here!"

The machine gun pointed to the bucket next to it, which contained a bucket full of water to cool the barrel of the machine gun.

The squad leader scurried over and shoved his burnt fingers into the bucket. Feeling the coolness of the water, he breathed a sigh of relief. But as soon as I was halfway through this breath, there was a heart-piercing pain in my fingers.

He was stunned to see that the flames on his fingers were still burning silently underwater.

"There's something wrong with the fire, dodge!"

It's too late.

More rain of fire fell, and the devils in the turret scurried in the rain of fire, and after a while, they became frantically struggling fire men. They screamed and rolled on the ground, but the flames burned.

This is a particularly vicious weapon, its flame temperature is not high, and it takes a long time to burn a person. But unless the fuel runs out, it is almost impossible to extinguish.

The leader of the devil's squad was covered in flames, and he struggled and rolled from the top of the turret, all the way down the stairs to the bottom. By this time he still had the strength to stand up and scurry, but his eyes were already burned blind.

The pain was so intense that he lost his mind, and he somehow opened the gate of the turret and ran wildly across the field. Behind him, countless fire men also burst out, howling miserably.

These devils who were covered in fire ran a long way to avoid the rain of fire, and one even ran to a place less than ten meters away from Li Weiguo. The soldiers of the 33rd battalion had cold eyes, which contrasted sharply with the hot flames on the devil's body. They raised their guns, but did not shoot the bullets that ended their suffering.

The devil, who had half turned to carbon, threw himself to the ground and struggled, his vocal cords already charred, and his screams were like tattered bellows. After a few moments of struggle, he was completely dead and no longer moving.

But the flames were still burning silently on his corpse, and the flames of the napalm and gasoline bombs would not be extinguished until he was completely reduced to ashes.

"Even digging a pit was saved. Gao Yuan reluctantly handed the canister back to the city defense army, "This thing is good!"

"It's hurtful. Liu Kuo shook his head, "It's okay to burn devils, but don't use it against others." ”

Jiang Ping agreed.

Then there was only one target left, the fortress that the Japanese invaders had built on the top of Huitou Mountain.

(Because I've been reading eight hundred recently, I'm a little more irritable about it, hehe...... ）