under fire

Chapter 300 Brave Puppet Platoon Leader

Suddenly, without warning, flames spewed out from the muzzle of the crooked sub-machine gun, and the bullets roared towards the scolding team.

Suddenly woke up!

As soon as the gunshots rang out, the puppet squad leader walking in the middle of the team reacted, rolled sideways, rushed into the traffic ditch not far away, landed curled up, leaned against the ditch wall, turned around and raised the gun. In the meantime, there were faintly visible figures lying down or lying on their backs, and the sound of groaning and wailing came and went one after another.

Under the bright light of the searchlight, a machine gun was still shooting at the crowd lying on the side of the fortification outside the blockhouse opposite, with the sound of bullets entering the flesh from time to time.

The squad leader was a little dazed, and hadn't figured out the situation yet, why the searchlights on the gun tower were shining on this large area of ​​his own.

Why does the machine gun shoot at itself

A murmur suddenly came from behind: "Squad leader, what's going on? Why did they open fire on us?"

The squad leader frowned tightly: "You ask me, who should I ask?"

"Could it be that those guys betrayed the water!"

"Fucking water! Hey, hurry up and throw the grenade, what are you doing there if you are not dead, hurry up and get into the traffic ditch!"

"Where are there grenades?" A security guard lay on the ground, braving the rain of bullets and yelling.

"Nothing? Your mother is still lazy when she comes out on patrol. Find a way to get down by yourself." The squad leader shouted to the outside of the traffic trench.

After yelling this, the squad leader couldn't control so much, he raised his gun and shot at the searchlight on the gun tower, and the searchlight went out in response.

Unable to see the enemy, the machine guns had to stop.

Big man Yang pointed at the monkey running down while pressing the bullet: "Those guys reacted too fast, maybe they only hit half of them."

"Why don't you run away and stay here waiting to die?" The monkey raised his hand into the darkness far away, and emptied the bullets in the pistol.

"One hundred meters, isn't your little pistol shot for nothing?" Big Yang looked at the monkey's shooting in puzzlement.

"It doesn't matter if you can hit them. I scared them to death. What are you doing in a daze? Run away." The monkey carried a bag on his shoulder and ran away immediately.

Amidst the clattering sound, Big Yang picked up a big bag next to him, threw it on his back, put his beloved rifle horizontally on the bag, picked up the crooked handle on the mound, went to the side of the blockhouse, and walked along the pile of bags. The rifle leaning against the wall of the blockhouse staggered and was a little heavy. The bundle of rifles and bullet bags weighed at least a hundred catties!

Followed the monkey who was already running eastward and ran away.

A cloud of dust rose from the bullets hitting the outer wall of the gun tower, and the puppet troops in the traffic trenches began to fight back.

To the south, another patrolling team lay on the ground: "Squad leader, someone is hitting the gun tower."

"I saw it, everyone entered the traffic trench, and hurried over to reinforce." The squad leader of the puppet army waved his hand, and more than a dozen puppet soldiers ran towards the gun tower with wizened waists.

"Squad leader, something is wrong, the blockhouse. There is no movement, they won't all die, right?"

"Well, then, stop first, you, hurry over and have a look." The team stopped at a position about fifty meters away from the gun tower.

"Ah" the one who spoke slapped himself, who made him owe it.

"Ouch..." I got kicked on the buttocks.

"What are you dawdling about, hurry over."

The searchlight behind him shone, and there seemed to be nothing unusual ahead.

The puppet army stooped helplessly and rushed to the gun tower, followed by a long line.

After a while, the gun tower was occupied by the puppet troops rushing over for reinforcements. The hearts of a group of people were still beating violently. Fortunately, the reinforcements came in time.

The puppet soldiers ran and jumped into the circular fortifications outside the gun tower, and according to reports, their guns were aimed at the traffic trenches that were being fired in the distance to the north.

There were fortifications, the squad leader was relieved, and arranged for people to enter the gun tower, but there seemed to be not many people on the other side: "Hit, hit me hard."

The squad leader supervised and guided the battle effectively, and the gunshots from the traffic trench in the north faded away and gradually moved northward.

Two miles away from the outer gun tower to the north, when they heard the sound of gunfire, the searchlights flicked to the south quickly. The devil instructor grabbed the phone and shook it for a long time.

Twenty or thirty puppet troops hurried out of the gun tower, jumped into the traffic trench and went south for reinforcements, and quickly joined the four puppet troops that had retreated.

"What's the situation?" The puppet platoon leader asked the guys who had escaped.

"There was a problem with the gun tower, and we were beaten when we were patrolling." The squad leader who retreated replied with a sad face.

The platoon leader of the puppet army who was walking in front asked about the situation and wanted to attack south, but a group of his men were not qualified for this, so they waited until the two devil instructors at the back ran to the front of the traffic trench.

Time is passing, the fire on the southern artillery building ceased, and the devil instructor was jumping in a hurry in the traffic trench, constantly cursing that the security forces in the artillery building were trash, and the old nest was taken away, so he stopped here. The enemy's situation was unknown, and he dared not go down Command to attack.

It was obvious that the attackers in the opposite turret might be sweeping the battlefield.

The instructor thought for a while, then gritted his teeth: "Immediately, go back, call, call for reinforcements."

A puppet army ran back again.

The two devil instructors muttered for a while, and one devil instructor opened his mouth to order: "Everyone is there, get out of the traffic trench, outflank the two wings, and don't let the sneak attack go away!"

The puppet platoon leader next to him stepped forward: "Taijun, I will lead people to fight from the front of the traffic trench."

The ghost instructor's eyes lit up, and he gave a thumbs up: "Your, it's great."

"Give me half an hour, and I can take down that gun tower!" The platoon leader led his men to run south along the traffic trench in high spirits.

The devil instructor adopted the suggestion of the puppet platoon leader, let another devil go west, and he led a squad to outflank the east.

Watching the two devils lead the men to outflank the two sides, the platoon leader hurried along the traffic trench to a position about [-] meters north of the gun tower, squatted down, and stopped moving forward.

"Platoon leader, didn't you say to take down the gun tower in half an hour? Why didn't you leave?" the squad leader asked in surprise.

"Damn you, if the imperial army is with us, we have to attack if we don't. Now, let's wait!"

"Wait for what?"

"We'll fight again when the Eighth Road that hit the Paolou is gone. Now, call out."

The platoon leader is the platoon leader. This idea is really high.

"Listen, Balu inside, you are already surrounded, put down your weapons and surrender!" A puppet army skillfully persuaded the gun tower to surrender, and it didn't matter whether they surrendered or ran away.

The voice from the traffic trench in the north made the squad leader who occupied the gun tower a little confused, and the puppet troops in a squad were also confused. Could it be that the ones from the north are their own people?

Half an hour later, the devil instructor finally stood on the top of the gun tower, looking at the searchlight soldiers on the ground who were tied up like scorpions, and listened to the movement around the gun tower with his ears up.

The puppet army who came for reinforcements was densely packed below.

Thinking of the compatriots who died on the second floor, he really wanted to cut down the puppet army in front of him, but the brave platoon leader of the public security army stood next to him. After thinking about it, he gritted his teeth helplessly and went down the gun tower with a dark face.

east of the blockade.

The two figures were running in the darkness, Big Yang felt a little regretful, he picked up so many guns for his own use, he really couldn't run anymore, after half an hour, he ran less than five miles, almost like walking.

More than 100 catties, now I want to throw it away, but I feel it is a pity, panting heavily: "Monkey, let's rest for a while, those guys seem to have not caught up."

"Ah, have you been shot again? Why can't you even run away from me?" The monkey turned around and circled Big Yang for half a circle in shock: "What are you doing with such a useless guy?"

"Bullshit, a gun can sell for a hundred oceans, do you think it's useless?" The two sat by a ditch, panting.

"My God, it's almost two hundred catties. You fucking idiot is almost catching up with that idiot mule. Quickly find a place to bury it and come back to pick it up another day."

"Ah, come back?"

(End of this chapter)