The attack of the Japanese side did not give up because of the shooting down of a plane from the HNA troops and the power of attacking one plane.

They seemed to have made up their minds long ago that they must seize the annoying position in front of Luodian this time.

Or in other words, their commanders believed that as long as they continued at the current pace, they could achieve such a goal, and there was no need to retreat at all.

The main reason is that the two major fire support points on the protruding positions are not available to suppress them now.

Suddenly, the attack process was very smooth.

On the one hand, it was the heavy machine gun operated by Yuan Sin. It had to be ambushed and looked for opportunities to knock down the Japanese planes above the sky, and there was no time to suppress the Japanese infantry.

Now it is the machine gunner Yuan Sin, who is receiving treatment from the black Chinese medicine doctor amid the screams of killing pigs.

Even though the black Chinese medicine doctor who was sweating profusely had made such a treatment process faster as much as possible, it was because of a warhead that stopped on the original sin's originally white butt.

It seems that it will take three or five minutes to cut it out, and then stop the bleeding and wrap it.

Over such a period of time, Yuan Sin is afraid that he will not be able to continue firing.

As for Qingtian, the deputy shooter, why didn’t he shoot up and fire.

In fact, after the guy initially readjusted the heavy machine gun of the Civil 24th, he pushed it up with confidence, held the gun handle with both hands, and operated it to the Japanese.

Then, those bullets that didn't know where they flew, made the guy wisely give up this kind of bullet waste action.

On the other hand, the 82mm caliber mortar operated by bacon is currently the Type 92 infantry gun with the Japanese, and the two sides are in a fierce artillery battle.

It seems that it is not right to say this, because to the outsiders of other people, such artillery battles seem to be the case.

Even the whole process is a bit boring.

After both sides quickly set up artillery and flew out the three most shells at the other side, they didn't even care about the result of the attack.

Immediately, I started to shift my position with the most rapid speed.

But in fact, such artillery battles can be described as extremely thrilling; because as long as the gun crew on either side moves the launch position a little slower, they will be locked in time by the opponent and killed.

During this process, due to the high intensity consumption, the slightly fat bacon began to breathe violently.

Because not only does his brain need to calculate the ballistics and adjust the launch angle in the shortest time, but also participate in each mortar transfer, and the physical consumption is amazingly fast.

So shortly after, the greasy man in this modern plane felt that it was very difficult to move his whole body now.

On the side of my arms, it seems like I'm going to be ruined.

I really wanted to throw away the mortar carried by my running team members, and collapsed on the ground regardless of the situation, without caring about anything.

Don’t even look at the construction site worker, can’t you bear it anymore? Such consumption is indeed a bit amazing.

Just when I thought of putting it in my arms, there was the last "Takahashi Muffin" left, and the heavy feeling behind it.

This guy gritted his teeth inexplicably, squeezed the strength from every thread of fat in his body, and insisted on it.

With such persistence, he vaguely discovered that the opponent on the other side seemed to be a little disappointed.

So, as long as he continues to grit his teeth and persevere, he can seize the most precious opportunity to send the other party to heaven...

*******

With a 'ding~' sound, a bullet rubbed Xu Feng's scalp hit a blue brick on one side, and a row of Mars warheads were shot out to bounce off.

Without waiting for this new and young fire commando captain, he was glad that he escaped.

The blue brick debris hit by the powerful 6.5mm caliber Tomosaka rifle bullet was splattered firmly on his face.

Because the wind had blown before and the position was no longer so choking, Suifeng was able to take off the gas mask that could protect his face.

Even in the moment of crisis, he instinctively closed his eyes and protected his fragile eyes.

But such a result was that he cut some fine holes on his face in an instant.

Because of the condolences, there was an indescribable fire in my heart. Xu Feng actually held back the movements on his hands without deforming under the severe pain.

He locked the Japanese who was like a door-pier who had just fired, and decisively pulled the trigger on his fingertips.

Feeling the recoil of the rifle when it was fired, the moment when the rifle hit his shoulder heavily, the Japanese like a door pier was beaten to pieces and half of his face.

After finally killing another Japanese man, Xu Feng raised Wuqiu's ragged sleeves and wiped his face randomly.

In order to prevent the blood from oozing out of the wound on his forehead from fascinating his eyes and affecting the subsequent battle.

Damn! With such a simple action, Xu Fengya Huazi was trembling a little; under the huge pain, he shouted:

"Old Hu, brothers can't stand it now, hurry up and think of other solutions~"

The reason why Xu Feng, the new and young commando captain, was so anxious that it was mainly because at the current distance, the power of Jin Zuo Thomson in their fire assault team was too poor in terms of lethality and accuracy, which was a bit useless.

Theoretically, the original Thomson has a maximum range of 500 meters and an effective range of 200 meters.

However, the quality of Yan Laoxi's copycat goods was originally almost the same. With the shooting skills of the rookies in the firepower assault team, they were all a mystery after exceeding 50 meters.

After hearing Xu Feng's shout, Hu Biao instinctively observed the battlefield.

You can immediately see Yang Dongli, a fake foreigner, fat paper, and Qingshan, who have put a DIY grenade launcher on the 38th rifle in his hand.

After filling the Type 91 small melon grenade and empty bag bullet into the gun chamber, the target position and launch angle were estimated approximately, and the "dong~" sounded out.

Then, under the power of the explosion of the little melon, one elite Japanese veteran after another were knocked down.

At their current location, their DIY grenades have reached the Japanese.

So they can use such weapons to defeat those precise shooters on the Japanese side; because relying solely on a sniper like the middle-aged warehouse manager, they can't suppress the opponent.

But even so, the four Czech machine gunners on the position were almost replaced by the Japanese's targeted shooting.

More than a dozen other native soldiers who used rifles fell down.

There is no way! In such a tricky shot, the gap between the two sides was fully revealed, and the distance between the elite Japanese and Chinese miscellaneous brands was so obvious.

Using a weapon like DIY grenade has a slightly higher quality for individual soldiers. I really don’t know that every rookie can use it well.

Instead of wasting limited little melon grenades to listen to the fun, it is better to let limited experts use them.

After reading the battlefield situation for a while, Hu Biao certainly knew that this could not continue.

So Hu Biao originally planned to hold on for a while, and when the Japanese were crowded, he could only use a killer weapon like a silly cannon in advance.

He turned his head and shouted at Xiling:

"Fire a fire and kill the Japanese captain and squadron leader; by the way! Save a little explosive pack and give me three at most."

"Damn it! I missed it again." Xi Ling, who cursed this sentence, heard the order from Hu Biao.

It should be noted that because the staff is really limited.

The members of Hu Biao's team basically need to be multi-tastic. A carrot needs to fill in many pits. Most people start fire with a rifle and wait until they order to do other things.

After hearing such an order, Xiling shouted: "The conscience-free gun team has gathered to start work with me."

Unfortunately, only two of them agreed to the four netizens who were unconscientious gun teams arranged for him this time.

Two other netizens, one of them was in a coma and was wearing gauze by orthopedic doctor An Tusheng, who was wrapped in a tragic way like a rice dumpling.

The other was that it was blown away in a shell that had been shot by the Type 92 infantry cannon.

At this moment, this guy was clearly lying on the ground, but his head turned strangely 180 degrees upwards, and there was no need to rescue him.

The only thing that makes people thank you is that a loud explosion finally came from a distance.

It was bacon that seized the opportunity, and finally hit a box of shells with two rapid-fired shells; under the violent explosion, the four-man running group of the Japanese were wiped out.

At this moment, bacon collapsed to the ground in great excitement.

However, the next second it bounced from the ground again because Hu Biao hit the M35 helmet on his forehead with a small stone.

Scolding:
Chapter completed!