under fire

Chapter 125 Sink

Hu Yi is the backbone of Jiulian.

Tang Da Gou Pi Dian Pi Dian Mao Yao stepped forward and took the machine gun: "Hey, what the hell, Company Commander Hu, are you still alive?"

There is no need for friend-or-foe identification at all for the image of a big, panting mule.

Just as Tang Dagou finished speaking, there was an unexpected voice of immature anger from the crowd behind him: "Tang Dagou, shut your stinking mouth!"

Tang Dagou trembled in fright, the voice was of course a little girl, and the half-immortal who was helping him seemed unresponsive, probably gloating.

Tang Dagou is not afraid of the girl, he has already figured out the character of this girl, so he doesn't talk to her.

The three figures gradually came out from the darkness, received Hu Yi's Tang Dagou, ignored the girl's small body, turned around and held his horse Sihuan, pointing the gun at the entrance of the village for vigilance, in the woods, the devil with a torch came through come out.

How fat!
Tang Dagou spit to the side, pulled a piece of dogtail grass, stuffed the tender stalk into his mouth, smacked hard, with a grin on his face: "Fuck you are not afraid of death, I want you to chase, I want you to return!" Light the torch!"

The distance is about a hundred meters, and they will rush over in the blink of an eye. Judging by the posture, there are only about twenty devils coming out.

Seeing the situation, Ding Deyi asked, "Hu Yi, are you okay?"

Get a grudgingly affirmative answer.

The political commissar immediately ordered Banxian to notify Li Xiang, who was thirty or forty meters away, to shoot out one of the remaining flares, and the target was the Ferry Devil.

Chen Chong and Pan Zhuzi had already ambushed on the other side of the river, each in a squad, and the flares were the signal.

The river in the mountains was not very wide at first, 30 to [-] meters. If you have a strong hand, throwing two grenades across the river is not a problem.

In fact, the Jiulian group has never done a collective assassination. Each platoon leader does his own thing, a group of mobs, but they don't need orders from the political commissar at all. As soon as he finished speaking, he was thirty or so away from the remnants of the Jiulian remnants. Within meters, boom, there was a crisp sound, and a flare flew into the air.

The flares also exposed Li Xiang's position. All the devils who rushed out of the village spread their feet, holding Tomosaka rifles, loaded with bullets, and pointing their guns at Balu who was packing up the guys and preparing to flee in a panic.

The sound of blah blah blah was endless, one of Balu tilted his body and fell to the ground, and the other hurried forward, trying to pick up his comrades who were eating and drinking together, half-carrying and half-supporting, trying to drill into the darkness, the devil's dense bullets , but did not give him a chance, the two were hit by the devil's rifle bullets again, each shot several times, both of them fell to the ground without even screaming.

Li Xiang ran back quickly with his waist down, and led a soldier, instead of rushing in the direction of a large group of people from Jiulian, he rushed into the darkness that had been arranged earlier.

"Your grandma's, are you kidding me?" Luo Fugui pulled the machine gun, dipped a handful of mobile phone oil into the oiler and began to rub the bullets.

Hu Yi pulled the machine gun that Tang Dagou helped to carry, lay down, set up the tripod, adjusted the muzzle carefully, untied the towel wrapped around the ammunition bucket, and put his index finger on the trigger.

A familiar feeling came, although not as cordial as the Czech style.

Hu Yi probably understood Ding Deyi's arrangement. The way to evacuate was very simple. People were arranged on the other side of the river to cover them. Everyone had to swim across the river later.

Tang Dagou squatted in the bushes, pointed his gun at the charging devil, bang, a gunshot, and the devil who rushed to the front was about [-] meters away, and the devil fell to the ground.

Hu Yi didn't shoot, Tang Dagou knew Hu Yi's virtue, and he was not at all afraid of the devils who charged up.

Come up to die with a torch, let your uncle dog send you to the west!

Of course he didn't know that Guizishen was an aunt, Ri Tianzhao.

The devils stretched their waists, displayed their lost steps, held their fellow rifles, and kept pulling the bolt, and the bullets continued to pour over. For a while, the gunshots were loud and magnificent, which aroused the interest of the devils who were building bridges by the river.

Seeing the lively scene, the devils by the river did not want to be left behind. Under the organization of the sergeant, nearly half of the devils pulled their guns and equipped them, and pressed on the Eighth Route position. The remaining half of the devil soldiers, almost all devil engineers, did not stop. In the middle of the work, take the time to take a look.

As soon as the devils by the river attacked, they were magnificent!But the back was immediately exposed to a row of black hole muzzles in the bushes on the other side of the river. The flares had already fallen, leaving only the fire by the ferry and the devil who got out of the village with the torch, holding his rifle and shining in the dark. Spread the heat.

Relying on the large number of people, they are not even willing to do the fire fighting. If a dozen or so people go up to besiege, it is to save face for Tubalu.

The gunshots from the other side of the river sounded without warning, and a wave of bullets screamed and flew towards the river to attack the side of the Zhenghuan devils. Even in the dark night, the devils who were fighting with open flames maintained a standard field offensive formation. The attack came from behind, and the bullets It came suddenly and densely, and the devil soldiers were caught off guard, and panicked to hide and fight back.

The distance was still too far, and there didn't seem to be many people on the other side of the river. Some of the devils lying on the ground while running turned around hurriedly on the ground, pulled their guns back, and quickly aimed at the other side of the river.

Sergeant Cao never thought that the water in the Eighth Route would be so deep. This is ridiculous. The two teams of imperial warriors in the village and by the river were ambushed by more than a dozen Eighth Routes.

The most unbearable thing is that there are almost one squadron after another marching at the entrance of the village!
I worked honestly by the river for half a day, and if you didn't fight, you stabbed me in the butt when I just wanted to beat the remnants of the eighth route?

Sergeant Cao was speechless, but he was also ruthless. He immediately gave orders to the devils who were lying on the ground when they heard the sound, turned around and suppressed the other side of the river, and fought back, letting the grenadiers prepare. For Chinese soldiers, the devil's three-handed axe is really helpless. The great mountain of Passover.

Stabbing, grenade, precision shooting.

Tactically, outflank, swoop, and coordinate firepower.

Weapons: armored vehicles, aircraft, large and small guns.

In the dark night, nothing works except grenades. The sergeant was memorizing the tactics in the drills, but he was dumbfounded to find that the drills in the book, which the infantry regarded as divine books, were useless.

It's still fun for you to shoot and I shoot. Wherever the muzzle flashes, the devil will hit the target.

The sergeant had forgotten that he was in a good position, with a fire still burning, perhaps to keep him warm on the road.

Sergeant Cao even forgot that there are eight roads in the wild fields ahead.

Although there were not many people, under the light of the flares just now, there were only a dozen or so of them after seeing the Eight Routes clearly. The warriors from the village cleaned them up, and first confronted the cowards who dared to shoot black guns behind their backs.

What's more, I saw from a distance that another group of warriors came up from the south of the village, marching in formation according to the devils, at least one squadron came up, and none of the eight groups who came out of the village would even try to run away!
Now, they certainly can't escape.

When the chasing soldiers from the eight roads who fled earlier come back, they can form a three-way encirclement, and these eight roads will become turtles in the urn.

(End of this chapter)