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Chapter 162 The Tragic Siege

Wang Dahao led hundreds of guerrillas, and while firing back fire to cover, he retreated towards the west hillside, closely chasing the crowd of little devils behind his buttocks. Holding the barrel of a gun in his hand, he accelerated his short legs and ran up the hillside with bumps, densely packed with swaying black shadows into the woods...

"Da da da..." A series of side-by-side strafing shots sent bullets flying across the sky, hitting the backs of the retreating soldiers and passing through their bodies, and one by one fell to the ground and died.

Wang dahao grinned, bared his teeth and stared at his eyes, turned his head and held the light machine gun in both hands, his fingers were firmly locked on the trigger, and the muzzle of the gun rushed up behind him. , bang bang hit the devil's head and chest, spurting blood, and each of them shook their bodies and fell down with their heads on their heads.

Hundreds of guerrillas ran up the hillside. Just as they climbed over the hill and rushed down the other side of the hill, muzzle flames shot everywhere in the dark woods, and densely packed small black shadows swayed here and there, and quickly shot away. Come up, the flying bullets slammed through the body, and soldiers fell to the ground with guns in their hands...

"Brothers retreat to the mountain..." Wang Dahao stretched out his slender neck and roared, then led the team to quickly turn around and retreat back. The two devil teams under the hillside converged and quickly spread out, launching from all sides to the hillside. The brave siege, the guerrillas could only stand alone on the mountain, one after another figure lay on the ground with guns in their hands, the muzzles of the guns rushed up towards the siege, and the little devils shot at them, and the bullets were shot side by side. Ding Dong Bang Bang hit the body of the devil's steel helmet, one by one fell to the ground with their heads on their heads, and rolled down the hillside...

"Da da da..." The bullets flew from both sides and collided in all directions, one after another grenade was thrown down the hillside, and when it landed at the feet of the little devils rushing up, it exploded and burst into flames, and the ground kicked up mud and smoke Gudong, pieces of ghost figures collapsed to the ground, rumbling and muffled thunder, and bang bang echoed in the mountains and forests...

Dozens of mortars are lined up on all sides under the hillside, firing in unison and swishing arcs across the night sky, and when they fall on the mountain, they explode in flames and burst into flames. Figures follow the ground and kick up the mud, flying several meters high and heavy Falling down, plopping, one by one was bombarded by the cannon, there was a stream of water shaking back and forth in the head, buzzing, and the vision in front of the eyes began to blur, and the flames burst out, illuminating the dark hillside brightly, The painful howls of the wounded guerrilla fighters pierced through layers of clouds and echoed around the top of the mountain.

The surrounding area of ​​the entire mountain was almost blown into a hornet's nest by the devil's shells, and there were bomb pits half a meter deep everywhere.

Wang Dahao stretched out a pair of black clay palms from the mound of soil, and slowly crawled out. Just as he shook the dust on his body a few times, a cannon exploded a few meters away, kicking up a layer of mud and stones and falling down. The body was buried in the soil layer, Wang Dahao's eyelids were narrowed into a slit, grinning his teeth and panting heavily, the rough grid crawled out from under the soil layer, his dusty face was blackened by the gunfire, and his mouth was vomited. A few mouthfuls of dirt came out, and he quickly set up his machine gun and fired at the little devil who rushed up. Dozens of bloodstains were drawn on the palms of his hands. Bleeding, he gritted his teeth and resisted the bursts of splitting pain from his body, and shouted in a loud voice...

"Brothers are guarded by Lao Tzu..." A soldier followed by a soldier crawled out of the mud layer, his clothes were torn to pieces by the bombardment of the little devil, revealing scorched and fuzzy flesh and blood bubbling out, and the blood flowed down Qiao Hei's face dripped down on the ground, and none of the hundreds of soldiers took a half step back. They put up their guns in both hands and stood on all sides of the hillside. With the guns on their heads, they charged down the hillside in waves of little devils. Continuously pull the trigger to shoot...

"Da da da..." The juxtaposed marbles flew straight and slammed into the face and chest of the little devil. The bullets pierced through the body and sprayed out bloody flowers, and they fell down one by one with their heads on their heads. Blood flowed from the dead devil's body, dyeing the ground around the hillside red.

Under the hillside, in the dark woods on all sides, there are little devils with heavy machine gun firepower, and they shoot towards the top of the hill in a frenzy. The bullets flew flying into the soil layer, making a bang bang sound, bursting up the soil and flying around, rushing up to the left and right sides of the devil crowd, a light machine gun opened fire, and bullets hit the top of the head , hit the guerrilla fighter lying on the ground with a gun, one by one clutching the barrel of the gun tightly in the palm of their hand, and continuously pulling the trigger to shoot at the little devil, with his face on the ground and sacrificed...

"Da da da..." The little devils are surrounded by heavy machine guns at the foot of the mountain, mortars are covering fire to suppress them, light machine guns open the way, and bullets are flying in disorder. , speeding up the short legs and besieged up, the whole mountain was hit with bullets like raindrops, bumping everywhere, booming, echoing in the ears, artillery fire bursting out, the guerrilla fighters on the hillside, with their flesh and blood Withstood the little devil, wave after wave of violent bombardment.

"Da da da…"

The ghost officer blew his beard and stared at his eyes, his face was blackened by the thunder, he held up a three-foot-long saber and gestured back and forth to command, stretched his short and thick neck and screamed...

"Give me the press..." Wave after wave of little devils formed a messy crowd, one by one bowed their waists and held gun barrels, and rushed up from the surrounding hillsides with their short legs running like crazy, besieging them. Dozens of mortars bang and bang in unison, and a row of black smoke spewed out from the muzzles. One after another, the cannons whizzed across the night sky and fell down and exploded. The entire mountain was surrounded by artillery fire. The black smoke was billowing, lighting up the night sky with flashes of flames, one after another figures lying on the ground, following the ground, the mud avalanche flew and fell heavily to sacrifice...

"Plop plop..."

Wang Qin held the barrel of the gun with a pair of black hands and claws, and fired continuously at the little devil. The devil's heavy machine guns on the hillside strafed the incoming bullets side by side, and hit Wang Qin's shoulders with blood spurting out, his black face twitched in pain and grinned. , Beads of cold sweat poured out from my forehead...

"Girl, are you okay!"

Wang Qin lay on the ground and took a few breaths, then forced a cry...

"Fatty Wang, I'm fine..."

Wang Dahao held the light machine gun in both hands, his fingers were locked tightly on the trigger and he did not let go, the muzzle of the gun was facing the little devil who rushed up, bursting into blue flames, and shouted in a loud voice with his face in a hurry...

"Here come the little devils! I fought with you bastards..."

(End of this chapter)