Bring a system to fight against Japan

Chapter 209 Street Pursuit

In the dark streets and alleys, the muzzles of the guns spewed out flames everywhere, and the crowd of little devils rushed over wave after wave, and the bullets flew from both sides, and the bullets smashed around, and the bullets swept side by side on the wooden walls of the doors, windows, and bang. Bang bang echoed in my ears...

"Da da da..." Dozens of people guarded in the alleys on all sides to cover the army, one by one hid in the corner with submachine guns in both hands, and the muzzles of the guns were aimed at the little devils who were besieging, shooting straight and blue flames, flying bullets to meet the devils The face and chest were hit, the bullet pierced through the body, and the eyes burst into blood, one by one ran and swayed, the black shadows swayed, and fell to the ground with a plop, and grenades shot from alleys and alleys. Throwing it out, it fell into the crowd of devils rushing towards it and exploded into flames. The ground kicked up mud and stones, exploded and scattered, smashed and smashed on the body, and the dust flew up. The scorched figure of the devil with black smoke collapsed, the thunder and fire that exploded in the dark streets and alleys flickered brightly, and the red brick courtyard walls of the surrounding residents collapsed, and broken bricks and tiles flew around, falling from midair. Falling.

Jiro Yamamoto grinned, bared his teeth and stared at his eyes, his long face was blackened by thunder and fire, blood bubbled from the bullet hole on his arm, and blood dripped down his arm. He held his saber high in his other hand and led the devils The assault team attacked, stretched their necks and shouted for command...

"Give me the press..." The little devils came besieging from all sides in the streets and alleys, one by one bowed their waists and held guns and bayonets in both hands. On both sides, a pair of light machine guns opened fire to suppress the cover. The muzzles of the guns swept wildly towards the opposite side.

"Da da da..." The bullets flew head-on and pierced into the head and body, making a bang bang sound, splashing blood along the bullet hole, hiding behind the corner of the alley, and the swaying figures of military commanders were knocked down sacrifice.

"Hurry up and find your captain, we can't stand it anymore."

"Brothers are holding on for a while, give Lao Tzu a hard time beating the little devil."

Dozens of people from the guerrilla team bent over and pouted their buttocks. Pairs of Qiao Hei's palms forcibly planed the broken bricks and tiles, drawing a line of bloodstains. When I dug it out, the clothes on my body were torn and torn by the cannonballs. There was no good place. Pieces of scorched and blurred flesh and blood were exposed, and blood bubbled out. The bloody head could not see the face clearly. Dozens of people Surrounded him in a circle, the weeping son wiped his tears and shouted...

"Captain, wake up..."

Fatty Zhao squatted in the crowd, slowly waved his trembling hands, touched Wang Dahao's nostrils and was still breathing, and then let out a long sigh of relief, his heart fell to the ground, and he hurriedly bent over and pouted his back Wang Dahao, anxiously pulled his face and shouted loudly...

"Damn it, stop crying and urinating. The captain is still angry and didn't sacrifice himself. We have to rush out."

"Chen Goudan is alive too..."

"Brothers, be nimbler, and find out if there are any brothers who survived." Dozens of people bent over and digged up broken bricks and tiles, tired of sweating for a while, turning over No surviving fighters were found, and the crowd of little devils surrounded the streets and alleys, shooting one after another and besieging them.

Dozens of guerrilla fighters had no choice but to give up searching, and with Wang Dahao and Chen Goudan on their backs, they approached the Juntong side. Holding the barrel of a gun in both hands, he swayed here and there, ran and shot, and rushed towards the little devil face to face...

"Da da da..." The crackling bullets flew side by side, hitting the little devil's head and chest. The bullets pierced through the body and spurted blood. Knocked down on the ground, dozens of people unexpectedly launched a counter-charge to break through from one side, hitting a little devil, and the crowd shot and rushed out quickly.

Jiro Yamamoto blew his beard and stared at him, seeing dozens of shaky black shadows rushing out of the encirclement, holding a three-foot-long saber in his hand, pointing the tip of the knife in the direction of the guerrillas' retreat and gesticulating a few times back and forth, stretching his short and thick neck anxiously Uh, just call the command...

"Give me the press..." A crowd of little devils gathered around the streets and alleys. They quickly assembled the team, followed closely behind their buttocks, and ran after each other with their waists bowed and bumped. shoot...

"Da da da..." The crackling and flying bullets hit the retreating soldier's back with a bang bang, piercing through the body and bleeding, one after another the swaying figures fell backwards and fell to sacrifice.

In the streets and alleys, the chasing team and the crowd started a long chase, and the muzzles of the guns spewed flames everywhere, and the bullets flew across the street. The bullets swept on the walls, doors and windows, and the bangs echoed in the ears. Dozens of people turned their heads. Hit back to cover, while stroking the wall, running and bouncing, back and forth to dodge the bullets fired by the little devil behind him. One after another, the black shadows swaying here and there were knocked down, and the buzzing siren sounded like a thunderous thunder, and the team of little devils in the entire county came to support them from the streets and alleys in all directions...

Fatty Zhao swayed and carried Wang Dahao on his back, leading the team to rush around in the streets and alleys, retreating while turning back to fight back, seeing more and more little devils chasing after his buttocks, he was so anxious that he twitched his black face and grinned his teeth , I knew very well in my heart that I couldn't get rid of the little devils behind me, and sooner or later they would be consumed by the devils one by one, and shouted loudly...

"Brothers, we have to retreat in separate teams and disperse the little devils into pieces, so that we have a chance to hide."

"Okay... I understand what you mean, then let's retreat separately with our teams, you have to be careful and there will be a period later."

"Brother Youjun, you should also be careful. If we can get out of the county alive, I, Fatty Zhao, will invite the brothers to drink."

"it is good…"

"Brother Juntong, go with me." Dozens of people ran with their waists down and backed up and fired back. They quickly separated into two teams and retreated towards the northwest of the city. They followed the little devil who hit the billiards behind his buttocks, and the crowd dispersed and chased at the same time. In the past, in the streets and alleys, the enemy and us started a long pursuit battle, and the bullets from both sides flew straight into the sky, and one of them was running after a swaying black shadow, and was knocked down by the flying bullets...

"Da da da…"

(End of this chapter)