Bring a system to fight against Japan

Chapter 208 Fierce Exchange of Fire

Wang Dahao hurriedly stood in front of the house door, his fingers firmly hooked to the trigger, and the muzzle of the gun pointed at the little devil who rushed in and fired suddenly. His body was shaking with the recoil of the machine gun, and the shuttle of the gun went down and knocked down more than a dozen people. The ghost soldier, all the bullets in the gun chamber were shot out, the machine gun barrel was thrown directly on the ground, he pulled out the kitchen knife from the waistband of his trousers, swung it with his arms, grinned, bared his teeth and roared to meet him,...

"Brothers fought with the little devils." Seven or eight soldiers raised their guns and bayonets, followed closely behind their buttocks and rushed forward, and started a bayonet hand-to-hand fight in the room with the dozen or so little devils who rushed in. In a group, the sound of knives and guns clanging and bang bang bang bang, and the sound of shouting and fighting came from the house and echoed in the streets and alleys...

"Kill..." Wang Dahao rushed forward and kicked a devil soldier down. The little devil in front of him was bowing his waist and holding a bayonet with a gun in his hand. He stabbed over, grabbed the muzzle of the gun tightly with his hand and lifted it upwards, the bullet flew past Wang Dahao's ear with a click, making his ears buzzing, and with the other hand he swung the kitchen knife and pointed it at the devil's head The helmet on the top of the head was hacked down, the sparks were clanging, the knives were pulled out from the flesh and bones, and the blood was splashed on the face, and the kitchen knife was held tightly in the palm of the hand. Roughly cut a circle in the pile of devils, knocking down three or four devil soldiers...

"Kill..." The seven or eight soldiers were red-eyed, clutching the barrel of the gun tightly with both hands and using all their strength, they stabbed the devil's chest with one knife and pulled it out, bringing out a stick of blood spraying out, one by one. The devil grinned, bared his teeth, spat out blood and fell down. The stone floor in the room was covered with corpses lying in disorder, bleeding continuously, and the air was full of bloody smell.

Jiro Yamamoto blew his beard and stared at his eyes, and when he saw the soldiers retreating from the house, he blushed with anger and yelled...

"Baga! You're a big waste of rice buckets, you set up mortars and blew up the Chinese shops for me,"

"Hey, hey..." A few ghost soldiers stood upright, their heads were pushed down hard, and they turned around quickly after a slap in the face. One after another, they climbed into the back compartment of the big truck, lifted down several mortars and placed them side by side on the ground, adjusted the muzzles, filled them with guns and fired them one after another, a row of white smoke burst out from the barrel, The cannons swished across the night sky in arcs, and fell on all sides of the house, exploding flames instantly, booming, thundering, and bang bang, a layer of mud and stones were lifted from the ground, scattered and dusty, and some cannons The gun pierced into the roof and exploded, kicking up broken tiles and bricks, blasting and flying, and falling down with a clatter. Several people in the room were swaying and fell to the ground by the gun, and there was a shout in my ear...

"Captain, the headquarters of the front-line military region has called back."

Wang Dahao's body was buried under the rubble of bricks and tiles falling from the roof, and he gritted his teeth and shouted a word...

"Okay..." Shaking his body a few times, his eyes darkened and he passed out.

Jiro Yamamoto half-raised his palm and waved it, the mortars stopped firing immediately, and the little devils all around the streets and alleys quickly surrounded them. A team of dozens of people, crackling side by side, hit the bullets flying straight, the bullet hit the devil's back with a bang, pierced through the body and burst into blood, all the little devils have not waited for God to come to what's going on , Grinning, baring teeth, spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood to put his head down, twitching his body and shaking the black shadow back and forth, plopping and falling to the ground,

"Da da da..." Dozens of people from the military command held American submachine guns in both hands, and the muzzles of the guns shot at the little devils in the street. With guns and bayonets in their hands, they shot and killed them continuously. Bullets crackled and slammed into the southeast. One followed by another, the little devils were knocked down. The two teams attacked suddenly, killing hundreds of little devils. The devils were caught off guard, one by one bowed their waists and galloped with bowed legs, scurrying back and forth to avoid the bullets, and retreated quickly.

The two teams of "Da Da Da" cooperated tacitly and attacked from both sides. The battle rushed over quickly, and dozens of people from the military command hid in the corners of the streets and alleys on all sides and shot for cover.

Dozens of people from the guerrilla team bent over and pouted, while digging bricks and tiles with their hands, they shouted loudly...

"Captain, where are you, brothers are late..."

"Captain, you should answer the sound, make some noise, and scold the brothers a few words! We can follow the sound to find you." Everyone twitched their faces and cried, and the shouts echoed in the streets and alleys .

On this side, Jiro Yamamoto hid behind the car, blowing his beard and staring at his eyes with a painful expression on his face, he was shot in the arm and bleeding down his arm, the bullets flew from the shot and hit the window glass of the car, causing sparks, jingling, clanging, rattling It echoed in my ears.

"Mr. Yamamoto, are you okay? I'll send someone to take you to the hospital first..." Before the devil officer beside him could finish his sentence, Jiro Yamamoto slammed his face back with an angry roar...

"Baga! Leave me alone, gather your team and wipe them all out."

"Hey..." The devil officer nodded his head down hard, straightened his waist, raised his hands high and raised his three-foot-long saber, stretched his short and thick neck, and shouted for command...

"Give me the press..." The devil officer just yelled out, and shot bullets side by side, smashing through his body, spewing blood, grinning, spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood, staring down, seeing more than a dozen more on his body There was a bloody hole, and he threw his head back and fell to the ground with a plop...

Jiro Yamamoto blew his beard and stared at his eyes, and watched the Japanese officer around him being shot and fell down. He grinned anxiously, endured the splitting pain from the gunshot wound on his arm, stood up straight and raised his saber, groaning Hu personally command the battle...

"Give me the press..." The ghost team retreated in the alleys and alleys on all sides. Each of them held guns and bayonets in both hands, and their waists were bowed. They turned their heads one after another, stepped on their bowed short legs, and ran and shot again. up.

"Da da da..." The two sides crackled and the bullets flew straight, and the bullets swept side by side on the red brick wall and broke up the bricks. One grenade was thrown out from the corner of the alley, and fell into the crowd of little devils besieging from all sides. It instantly exploded the flames, airflow and heat waves, and collapsed one after another, scorched and black smoked devil soldiers, rumbling and blasting thunder. There was a loud noise, and earth and stones were thrown up from the ground and flew into the air. Dust and smoke were scattered from the air.

(End of this chapter)