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A company of messengers quickly conveyed the old Ma Tou's order to every trench.

heard.

All Fengjun soldiers unconsciously grasped the guns in their hands.

Everyone was afraid that they would tremble and go off, which would affect the overall situation.

No one could have imagined that the war would come without a sound.

Every soldier was extremely nervous.

"Tell everyone, this is a tentative attack by the little devil, don't worry."

"When they get close, the light and heavy firepower points are not allowed to be exposed, and only the riflemen are allowed to fire."

With a serious look on his face, the old Matou continued to give instructions.

"Yes!"

The orderly immediately conveyed his order to each squad.

The sky was still gloomy.

From time to time it rained lightly.

However, neither the offensive nor the defensive were in the mood to appreciate the autumn rain and mountains.

In their eyes, it will always be bloody.

Even if there is no bleeding now, it will definitely flow into a river in a while.

The little devil's vanguard quickly approached the Fengjun position.

The poop-yellow figure became more and more prominent.

"Squad leader!"

"You said that if all the little devils came up at once."

"Did we win after a while!"

Somewhere in the position, a recruit couldn't help but speak.

"Snapped!"

The experienced veteran squad leader slapped him.

"Damn it!"

"You kid can really dream."

"Little devil really wants to do what you said, why are we still here?"

"I tell you, no one is allowed to underestimate the opponent."

"The little devils are all numb, with their heads drooping, attacking in the form of skirmishers."

"... This is to avoid the blow damage of light and heavy machine guns to the greatest extent."

"Also, they basically choose flat land."

"Once you are attacked, you can immediately get down and fight back on the spot."

Pointing at the little devil on the opposite side, the veteran squad leader patiently explained to the recruits.

"Squad leader, look quickly, the little devil is going to the minefield!"

At this moment, the recruit on the side looked anxious and yelled in a low voice.

Just a few minutes.

Hundreds of poop-yellow figures clearly appeared before everyone's eyes.

It is less than 1000 meters away from the Fengjun position.

This distance is completely within the range of the Browning light and heavy machine gun.

Therefore, many recruits present are very anxious.

Especially the machine gunner, the trigger was wet with sweat in his hand.

However, the company elder Matou never gave the order to fire.

No one dared to shoot first.

In the army, the most important thing is to obey orders.

Once they act recklessly, it is very likely that the entire army will be affected, causing immeasurable consequences.

Time passed minute by minute.

The little devil kept approaching our army's position in the form of skirmishing lines with small steps.

900 meters.....

800 meters.....

700 meters....

"Company commander, if you don't shoot again, the kid will come to us."

A row of long faces urged anxiously.

Going forward, that is the landmine position that Fengjun worked so hard to build.

There are only a few hundred little devils in this area, they can't all be ruined by them!

"No hurries?"

"More haste less speed."

"We have always been at the forefront of the battle."

"We must set a good example for all Fengjun soldiers."

"This battle must not only be fought, but also beautifully fought..."

heard.

The old Matou didn't move at all.

Just continue to lie on the spot and aim ahead.

"Yes!"

Although the first platoon leader was very unwilling, he still carried out the order seriously.

Because, the company commander was right. .

Chapter 149

"Fire!"

Just when the little devil was less than 600 away from the position.

Elder Yilian yelled violently.

His face sank, and the M1 Garand semi-automatic rifle in his hand was directly exposed.

The guns were aimed at the running shit-yellow figures.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Lao Matou shot out the 8 bullets in the magazine as quickly as possible.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

on the ground.

More than 200 Fengjun officers and soldiers who were ready to go pulled the trigger in unison.

Accompanied by dull gunshots, dense bullets poured towards the little devil.

The effective range of the M1 Garand semi-automatic rifle is 730 meters.

Within 600 meters, the damage caused by the bullet is extremely powerful.

For a brief moment.

More than 200 M1 Garand semi-automatic rifles and thousands of rounds of ammunition.

The dense bullets were as ferocious as a storm.

"呲!!!"

The little devil in the front was directly beaten into a sieve.

Blood and flesh stained the muddy ground.

"Kill it!"

The little devil with rich combat experience continued to charge the position.

While the soldiers of the Feng army were still switching magazines, a large poop-yellow figure approached.

"Da da 173 da! Da da da!"

The long-awaited Fengjun machine gunner pulled the trigger.

The clear gunshots like raindrops continued to sound on the battlefield, one after another.

A series of bullets shot out from the scarlet flames.

Like the scythe of death.

Under a round of attack.

Hundreds of little devils turned into blood gourds.

"Da-da-da! Da-da-da!"

Dense bullets sprayed out from the muzzle of the Browning FN light machine gun.

For a while, the little devils behind were unable to dodge, and they were all beaten into a sieve.

"boom--!"

"boom--!"