All gods, the lord who started with the bright sword

Chapter 271, fire suppression

It is not uncommon to see a group of naked men in the bathhouse.

But in the tropical jungles of Myanmar, who can be lucky enough to witness a bunch of bare-bottomed gentlemen running away like mice being chased by cats.

"Hey man, there's a Japanese behind."

Only a savage with white teeth spit out a mouthful of Peking film, and gave people a warning!
Chen Hao recognized it, and really met an acquaintance again.

Meng, who always called himself the little master, was bored, passive and lazy, with negative emotions all over his body, as if the whole world owed him.

"Damn it, if you were a fucking man, you'd pick up a gun and beat me to the devil."

Chen Hao threw the gun seized from the British guy vigorously, and the rifle flew like a javelin for more than [-] meters, and landed at Meng Fanle's feet.

Meng got annoyed when he was about to say that he didn't have a gun, but the words stuck in his throat.

He picked up the gun on the ground, thinking for a moment that he was going to fight the enemy, but the enemy said that there are two NO.30, so what's the use of one or two more guns?
Anyway, it was dead in the end.

The naked defeated soldier saw the open warehouse and rushed in without hesitation.

What about this behavior?

No head and no regard for buttocks.

Chen Hao saw that his blood pressure went up. He turned the muzzle of the gun and pulled the trigger to fire a short burst. The bullet hit the ground under the defeated soldier's feet, splashing a little smoke and dust.

That kind of feeling is most felt by the British guy who squatted on the ground and surrendered.

The defeated soldiers jumped in fright and stopped one after another to look at Chen Hao.

Because except for a camouflage combat uniform, Chen Hao's body was all colorfully painted in camouflage, and he was not much different from a savage.The defeated soldiers had no idea which side it was, was it an enemy or a friendly army?
"Fuck you, run away, run away, run away, you'll know his mother's run away!"

Chen Hao cursed with staring eyes, hating that iron cannot be made into steel. If a soldier doesn't even have the courage, there is no need to waste food at all. He might as well dig a hole and bury himself.

"There are weapons and ammunition in the warehouse behind the British guy. If the mother is still a man, go get a gun and fight with the **** little devil."

"This is one of our own." Zhang Milong felt kind when he heard the accent.

This Northeast man has a lot of prestige in the hearts of everyone, he beckons everyone to go to the warehouse behind to find weapons.

The defeated soldiers, who were panting from running, tried their best to run to the warehouse behind.

It's not like they didn't want to fight the enemy, but the plane crashed and ran out naked, with a pair of underpants all over their bodies.

Even if you have a big knife and spear in your hand!
Without any preparation, you can't really use your pants to strangle the little devil, can you?
The three-eighth big cover in the little devil's hand was not made of mud.

There was a clear gunshot, and the bullets hit the jeep. The two British guys squatting next to the jeep looked in horror at the direction of the bullets. It was the Japanese army.

The two of them turned their attention to Chen Hao again: "Aren't you a Japanese soldier?"

Apparently the two Brits didn't expect that they would be beaten by another group of enemies after they had already surrendered.

Chen Hao stood up with the gun, quickly aimed and pulled the trigger, and fired three short bursts. The [-]mm steel core bullet passed through the chest of the Japanese soldier in an instant.

Three small holes were left on the chest, and three large holes the size of bowls appeared on the back.

The Japanese soldier fell backwards to the ground.

The two or three Japanese soldiers who followed behind could only be seen in outline, but it did not prevent them from being shot and fell dead.

With a few precise short shots, the devils in the fog did not rush out.They all got down on the spot and fought back.

Meng Fan was dumbfounded, what kind of gun is this, and what kind of sharpshooting technique?

For the cannon fodder who can only fire a few shots on the battlefield, even if the enemy stands in front of them, they may not be able to hit them.

But for a movable target of tens of meters, the first hit is just a basic operation for Chen Hao, and it will be strange if he can't hit it.

Bullets swished, some hit empty oil drums, and some hit jeeps.

The two British guys were lying on the ground, for fear of being hit by stray bullets.

"Damn it, don't break my car." Chen Hao ordered the British guy to drive the car to the back, but he was afraid that the two captives would run away with the car, so he asked Meng Fan to escort the car.

"You kid, don't run away for me. If you dare to run, next time I'll catch the skin of you alive."

Chen Haokong made a move, pointed Meng Fanle with his finger, and issued a substantive threat.

With the experience of two mission worlds, he already understands that he must not take the TV dramas seriously, and the ones he contacts here are real people.

Everyone has different thoughts and ideas. If you treat people blindly based on stereotypes, it will not be uncommon for you to kill yourself one day in the future.

"Don't worry, the young master is not that kind of person."

Meng Fanran quickly got into the back seat of the jeep with a gun in hand.

The british man who was driving bent his body down, kicked the accelerator fiercely, and a puff of black smoke came out from the rear of the car. The front of the car turned around and ran around the back of the warehouse, unwilling to stop for a moment.

You can only listen to the beautiful words, and if you can drive the devil away, everyone will be happy.

If he hadn't beaten the little devil, how could the little master still wait to die?
Immediately urged the two British guys to drive away quickly.

Who bothers Meng is still a top student who can speak English, and he can communicate with the British if he has that condition.

Now, for a short time, it was only Chen Hao's battle alone.

The Japanese devils catching up on the opposite side were no more than a small team at most.

After Sanba Dagaier fired dozens of bullets, the two crooked sub-machine guns were set up, and the firepower density suddenly rose to another level.

The enemy couldn't see the specific location of Chen Hao, and could only judge the approximate location by his shooting.

The effect of the increased bullet density was that Chen Hao squatted on the ground while the bullets hissed past his head.

He had to get down on the ground, unable to continue shooting.

This is fire suppression.

"Yoxi, the enemy has been completely suppressed. The first squad, launch a charge immediately, rush up and kill him."

A ghost second lieutenant officer with a beard on his face shouted at the sergeant squad leader who was more than ten meters ahead.

He wants to see what the enemy who killed five soldiers under his command in just one minute looks like.

The machine guns on the flanks provided fire suppression, and the soldiers got up from the ground, bowed their waists and charged.

Long Wenwen on the hillside could see it clearly, and this situation was completely within his expectation.One person with one machine gun wants to fight against the size of a small Japanese army, and it is easy to be suppressed and wiped out.

It takes two people to cooperate with each other to disperse the enemy's firepower to have a chance of victory.

That's exactly what it is now.

The generalissimo was suppressed, and it was up to the head of the Sichuan Army to play a role.

Long Wenwen picked up the Czech machine gun, aimed at the Japanese soldiers rushing out of the foggy forest, and fired short bursts with high accuracy.

"Da da da, da da da..."

Caught off guard, a shot fired on the hillside caught the devil by surprise.

In the charging team of devils, two or three people were knocked down in an instant, and the other four or five people immediately fell to the ground when they saw this.

The bullets flew past the human body, beating the dust until it smoked.

"Baga, why are there still machine guns?"

The captain of the second lieutenant tore off the hat on his head and wiped the sticky sweat on his neck.

This is a completely different species from the sheep-like enemy they chased before, a cunning wolf.

Two machine guns, one bright and one dark, support each other like horns.

Only a connoisseur would make such an arrangement.

"Second machine gun group, suppress the enemy on the hillside with firepower."

"The grenadier team moves forward, don't be reluctant to part with the grenade, and destroy the machine gun position in front of you first."

Following the second lieutenant's order, the Japanese army immediately launched targeted arrangements.

Using one machine gun to press another machine gun, still in a low-pressure and high-pressure posture, obviously cannot be completely effective.

The four members of the grenadier team ventured forward, came to the edge of the forest fog, and deployed two Taisho ten-year grenades.

It wasn't that they showed mercy just now.

It was entirely because of the lush branches in the dense forest, and the grenade was hit by the branches above the head, and it might bounce back.

It's not that similar things have happened, and it's not uncommon for people to blow themselves up with grenades fired from grenades.

The place where the British built the warehouse was relatively empty, and there were no towering trees in Chen Hao's position to provide him with shelter.

The bullets of the Japanese army grazed over his head.

"Damn it, you think you can suppress Lao Tzu like this?"

"dream!"

Chen Hao is a man who carries an arsenal with him.

If bullets cannot be used for accurate shooting, then grenades are used for surface damage.

He already had an extra Type [-] loaded with empty ammunition and rifle grenades beside him, and he pulled the trigger after taking a rough aim.

The launch of the empty shells knocked out the rifle grenade and flew to the enemy's position.

"Oh!"

A grenade hit a large tree, sending metal splinters flying in havoc.

Even though the thick trunk and dense branches and leaves absorb and block many debris, the remnants still play a big role.

A few fragments the size of a finger pierced the neck of the grenadier. He fell to the ground and was still breathing. His hands were tightly covering his neck, and the blood could not stop oozing from his fingers.

"Morita-san! Medic!"

The companion called out loudly.

Little did they realize that this was just the beginning.

Boom...Boom!Boom...Boom!Boom...Boom!

The grenades came one after another, seemingly endlessly.

The fragments produced by the explosion flew everywhere, making the enemies in it miserable.

"No. 15."

Taking advantage of the gap after the launch, Chen Hao glanced at it, and saw that the forest was covered with broken branches.The gunfire inside had stopped, and all the machine guns misfired.

Chen Hao sneered: "Compared with Lao Tzu's firepower suppression, you guys are only worthy of being grandchildren."

Normally, a soldier carries four grenades.

It's the same number as a grenade.

No one can carry a dozen rounds of grenade, unless he does not carry other guns and ammunition, and field survival equipment.

Only for Chen Hao, a dozen or so grenades are like a drop in the bucket.

If he wanted, he could even use a grenade to completely flatten the opposite woods.

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(End of this chapter)