under fire

Chapter 20 The Battle Begins
The mule crept into the courtyard enclosed by the low wall, blinded by the dark lights. By feeling, Mr. Hu was not in the pit.

Taking a few steps forward, he put his head into the door and glanced at the side door. It was pitch black and the girl was not there. Several people on the ground were breathing evenly.

Striking a match, he lifted the machine gun leaning against the corner, transferred the match to the fingers of the machine gun, and grabbed two magazines from the bag next to him, quickly put them in his pocket, and hesitated for a while. , put four grenades into the ammunition bag on his body, threw away the matches that were almost burning to his fingers, switched the machine gun to his left hand, put his right hand to his mouth and blew hard twice, his mouth was muttering.

Turning around and rubbing out, going out the door, just about to run, suddenly outside the door, a voice came from the wall: "Stop."

The voice was so loud that the mule shivered: "Grandma's, you're silent, you're scared to death."

The little girl with a ponytail stood at the door: "Luo Fugui, say, at night, are you carrying a machine gun?"

Xiong looked up at the sky, it was almost dawn, and he didn't have time to talk to her: "What about you?"

"You don't worry, why didn't you go dig trenches with Erlian, do you want to be mad?"

"Digging trenches? The shameless self-instruction task, doesn't it mean that we can't stick to the wall? It's my business."

"Where's the big dog, eh?"

The mule's eyes turned a few times, wanting something bad: "I don't know, I'll go our separate ways when I go out with him."

The girl circled around the mule and saw the mule panicked with goose bumps: "It's okay, I'm leaving."

Sneer: "Then you haven't answered me yet, what are you doing with the machine gun?"

This tone was a bit arrogant, but the mule couldn't do anything: "I am also the platoon leader. Isn't the security army going to attack at dawn? Isn't that going out as soon as possible to find a position?"

"Yo, the sun is coming out from the west?" Looking up at the sky, the ponytail swayed behind him, and turned around: "No sun? Shameless, be honest." The voice became high.

A moment of silence.

"I'm going to the hut, yes, I'm going to the hut, why?" Finally thinking of the strategy to get rid of, Xiong was triumphant.

"Come to the hut with a machine gun? You're cheating!"

"I just like to carry a machine gun to the hut, what's the matter!"

"Is that chicken cooked?"

"Banxian said that it will be familiar in a while at most, I have to hurry." Luo Fugui stretched out his big hand, covered his mouth, and was speechless.

"Hehe, let's see what you can do." The unbridled laughter penetrated the sky and startled the night birds.

"Auntie, I'll give you half." Fu Ruan.

"Deal." Refreshing.

The bear turned around.

"Wait, what did you say? Banxian?" Little Hongying clicked her big eyes.

"Yes, Qiu Banxian, the unlucky bastard."

"Didn't the lack of virtue slip away last time in Xinglong Town?"

This time Luo Fugui was really anxious to look up at the sky: "Grandma's, auntie, I really don't have time, don't talk to you, hurry up, I have to go."

After speaking, the soles of his feet were wiped off, and he disappeared into the darkness outside the courtyard wall in a blink of an eye.

In the dark night, more than 300 meters north of the tomb, gunshots suddenly sounded.

The security forces scouting in the wild fields in the south slipped away, and by coincidence, they pulled their legs and ran back. Banxian also ran back quickly, bullets flew overhead, and they were cursing in their hearts. Dog R's Tang Dagou, if you empty your gun, you will shoot high. Don't you click?Can't you hit both sides?I have to hit Lao Tzu on the head, these two lack virtue, and give birth to a son without an asshole.

He jumped around and shot back, but he didn't care where the bullet hit, he entered the cemetery, jumped left and right, and was lucky to return to the fire, squinting his eyes, it's okay, those three The chicken was still there, it was fragrant, swallowed, and reported: "The eight-way sentry was found in front, and it was on fire."

The platoon leader was standing behind a few soldiers, a little nervous. With so many reconnaissance, he was beaten by the eighth road, which was not auspicious: "That soldier, how many people came from the eighth road ahead?"

"I don't know, it feels like there are more than ten or twenty in a class."

Suddenly, there was a sound of "crashing" pulling the bolt around.

The security forces, who had heard the gunshots earlier, were already a little nervous, but now they panicked even more. They immediately squatted down and aimed their guns at the grave.

A soldier who couldn't help but didn't even see the ghost's shadow, he hugged the fire, and the one who hugged the fire was naturally a half-immortal, and then there were gunshots, and the fight was not lively.

The machine gunner at the back hesitated for a while, and he didn't care whether there was a muzzle flame in the grave in front of him. Since everyone was fighting, he couldn't watch it himself.

I pulled the bolt in high spirits, pressed the trigger, and the machine gun bullets rushed out of the muzzle immediately, da da da. It kept ringing, this shot was good, and it was well-organized. The trajectory swept from left to right, and then pulled back again. , just emptied a magazine, causing applause from the security forces.

The two goods lying in the grave on the opposite side are a little dumbfounded now. The firepower is too fierce, isn't it just two chickens?
Tang Dagou kept doing it without hesitation. He put the four grenades he carried in front of him one by one, unscrewed the back cover, lifted one and pulled the string, and when he rounded his arms, he threw the other out in one go.

followed by the second
A swirling black spot fell from the sky, and it was still smoking. It fell in a line with the fire, and the smoke was still coming.

The few puppet soldiers next to him had just finished firing a wave of bullets, and were digging out bullets from their bags, preparing to put another bridge bullet into their guns.

This time, I can't stay still anymore, a group of people, who are far away from the smoking grenade, get up and run back, fast, and those who are close hurriedly lie on the ground, hold their heads in their hands, and don't know where to throw their guns Go, no matter what, the ground is still full of mud.

The grenade exploded, causing a puff of smoke, followed by a second sound. Four grenades were thrown well, all at about the same distance, but none of them were thrown into the fire.

The shock wave from the explosion of the grenade slammed the fire into the fire, and it felt as if someone fanned the fire.

The grave bag is about 40 meters away from here, and it can be thrown so far and so evenly, who else can it be except Tang Dagou?

The security forces' rifles and machine guns are all misfired.

Tang Dagou muttered: "It's your turn, see the point, Banxian is on the left, you can hit the right."

"Just watch it, hehe, look at me, this machine gun has swept away a large area, don't worry." He was full of energy.

The tall figure lifted the machine gun and directly placed the machine gun on a grave in front of him, making the machine gun tripod sway from side to side, feeling almost unsteady. He caught his eye, pulled the trigger, slid his index finger down to enter the trigger port, and immediately grabbed the fire.

Da-da-da. A string of flames erupted from the muzzle of the machine gun in an instant, and it opened fire on the Naba security army on the right. Those who ran far away were all veterans. When they heard the sound of the machine gun, they immediately fell down on the spot. The brains buried their heads on the ground, wishing they would turn into a loach and burrow into the mud.

One of the magazines was quickly emptied. When the machine gun sounded next to Tang Da Gou, he picked up the grenade from the mule and threw it out. The security army was about to take advantage of the machine gun in the north to change the magazine. He fought back, but the grenade exploded again, but this time the blast point was a little far from the fire, but he had to lie down again.

After the explosion, the terrifying sound of the machine gun rang out again, but this time it turned into a burst, two o'clock, three o'clock, one o'clock. There was no pattern at all. Now, the security forces are even more out of order. Remember the machine gun. Bullets can't be counted either.

Taking advantage of this effort, Banxian didn't care about getting his hands hot, and wrapped the three chickens in the satchel that the bear had prepared a long time ago. He carried them and ran east. The big dog kept staring at him. Another grenade was thrown.

The target this time was the fire. Thinking that Banxian had completed the task, the grenade fell into the fire with exceptional accuracy and exploded. The small flames were not all blown out.

Seeing that the fire was much smaller and the light was dimmed, Banxian hurriedly ran north for about thirty meters, grabbed the strap of the devil's cavalry bag, rolled the bag around his head, and threw it to the northwest. , he spread his legs and ran back immediately.

The gunfire before dawn alarmed Lieutenant Maeda in the north, and the sentinel outside the tent reported: "The battle took place in the south. Eight-way machine guns, grenades, and rifles went into battle. Listening to the sound, there were almost 30 rifles and two machine guns. , it is preliminarily judged that the eight roads may want to break out of the encirclement before dawn!"

In fact, the rifles were shot by the security forces, and the grenades were thrown in eight ways. The machine guns each fired one or two shuttles, and the eight ways only accounted for most of them.

Maeda is thoughtful: These Eight Roads like to attack the east and the west, but the firefight is a bit fierce now. If the Eight Roads really want to break through to the south, the security forces will definitely be unable to stop them.

After hesitating for a moment, he immediately ordered: mobilize troops, concentrate firepower, reinforce southward, and eliminate the eight-way breakout!
(End of this chapter)