"Damn it! The noise is so loud, the Japanese tanks should have entered a 30-meter range."

A former retired non-commissioned officer of the first phase of PLA, a temporary worker with a code-named Qingshan, lay tightly in a crater made by a small or small, and unknown how many caliber artillery were.

After feeling the ground beneath me, after whispering this from the vibration caused by the rolling wheels, I muttered this softly.

During such a period of time when it was almost 9 o'clock in the morning and not too hot, his head was covered with beads of sweat the size of beans because of his anxious mood.

These sweat beads flowed down their foreheads into the back of their eyes, and there was an indescribable sting and discomfort.

As one of the operators with only 4 DIY rocket launchers, facing the current situation where the Japanese still have 7 armored vehicles and tanks, he felt the same pressure as the mountain on his shoulders.

Damn it! Even if you can kill one with one iron fist, there are still 3 Japanese armored vehicles left.

With the remaining mooring bottles and cluster grenades, God knows how many people will die to kill the remaining armored vehicles.

The problem is that even if you pay a heavy price, you can still hold your position; but if the iron fist in your hands is missed, everything may be over.

Therefore, under such a huge pressure, Qingshan's heart was obviously confused.

After all, no matter how much training he had experienced in the PLAD army, it was still training. This was the first time he participated in this real life-and-death battlefield.

To say that it is not nervous when encountering the current situation, it is completely nonsense.

As for how far away the armored vehicle that could see the Japanese was, as long as he looked up, the reason why Mao didn't do it.

About a minute ago, he raised his head a little.

A shuttle of bullets flew over the M35 helmet on his head; because of the angle, the bullet did not penetrate the German helmet made of molybdenum steel.

But the one at the top of the helmet was plowed out on the spot.

And the sound of his head buzzing at that time frightened Qingshan.

In the end, when Qingshan fell into a scheming situation and didn't know if he should start it, Hu Biao's roar came from afar, which was like a guiding light.

After taking a deep breath, Qingshan, who was carrying the DIY iron fist on his shoulder, jumped up.

Kneeling on one knee, his upper body standing straight, the 40-fire launch posture he had practiced when serving in PLA was extremely standard at this moment.

He quickly aimed at a Vicks M25 armored car at about 10 o'clock, and then pulled the trigger.

At this moment, the Vix M25 armored car with wheels rotating rapidly was less than 20 meters away from him.

So after this iron fist was shot out, it hit the left side of the target with extraordinary accuracy.

By the way! In the eyes of modern people like Hu Biao, the Vicks M25 armored chariots actually have the feeling of installing a layer of steel plate outside the compartment of a small agricultural truck.

That layer of steel plate was riveted and the welding process was not used, so it was not as good as the modern plane in terms of appearance and combat effectiveness, and the earthy armored vehicles in the Central and Eastern regions were all the same.

Therefore, after the relatively fragile left body was hit by an iron fist.

To the eyes of modern people, this armored car, which looked like a joke, immediately exploded hugely.

It was the ammunition inside the armored vehicle, which was almost detonated in the narrow space. The warheads flying around were placed in a blink of an eye and a large number of Japanese soldiers following behind.

Unfortunately, Aoyama, a temporary worker, could not see such a scene.

When he pulled the trigger and pulled out an iron fist, he was hit several times in a row; a grenade fired by a grenade launcher even exploded not far away.

While he clenched the launcher tightly in his instinct, he fell down with his head raised...

Three consecutive explosions of 'Boom, boom, boom~' sounded.

Among the four iron fist shells that started attacking, three of them hit the target. Such a result is actually very good.

Of course, such a brilliant record has a lot to do with Hu Biao keeping it in his hands until the Japanese armored vehicle drove to a very close place, which was to issue a hands-on order.

Such a consequence will cause a greater crisis to the safety of Qingshan and other operations personnel.

After launching the attack, all four of them were hit by the Japanese.

Because Xu Feng and the fake foreign devils were not fatal injuries, they could still vaguely see their figures running away in a mess in the smoke of gunpowder, avoiding the Japanese's crazy revenge shooting.

Qingshan and Fatty Paper, a CP who seems to have a very good relationship, is now completely gone. God knows if he is dead.

But Hu Biao still knows the so-called truth that kindness does not control the army.

Pressing down the huge guilt in his heart, he shouted again: "The second group of people is ready, and after counting down dozens of numbers, I will immediately give it to me."

The reason why we counted down dozens of numbers was that there was another long-range grenade ejection on the position, trying to gain some cover in this way.

Under such an order, Zhuifeng and four others jumped from the ground in the explosion of smoke and dust.

The problem is that the Japanese are not fools. Faced with the huge consequences of being approached, the machine gunners on the armored vehicles and the infantry following them have long tightened their spirits to an extreme.

Any slightest movement is a crazy fire shooting.

So the four people who jumped up, and even three people had not yet stood firm, and were covered by the opponent's firepower that was only more than 10 meters away, and they were shot and killed on the spot.

Only a pair of big red AJ-chasing Feng was worn on his feet, which seemed to have magically gained Superman's luck.

Under the flying bullet, he had nothing to do; he successfully hid in the dead corner of the armored vehicle machine gun shooting and quickly approached.

Then, the two ignited combustors in their hands were smashed toward the front of the car.

With a crisp sound of 'dang, ~', the fire started to burn violently on the shell of a Type 93 armored car.

Although the armored cars did not explode immediately after it started to burn, to be honest, there is no need to worry about their threats.

Anyway, this armored vehicle of the Japanese is definitely scrapped.

After continuous operations and counterattacks, there were only 3 armored combat vehicles left with as many as 8 Japanese troops; a total of 2 armored vehicles were 2 Japanese, and one medium-sized tank that the Japanese claimed to be.

Including the Japanese who died in the explosion, it can be said that the Supplementary Battalion has made another amazing record.

But the key is that the remaining three vehicles have rushed to the front of the position 100 meters. At such a close distance, the terrifying car-mounted machine guns directly attacked the position and the casualties on the position increased rapidly.

A little further away, more Japanese infantry soldiers are about to arrive.

Under such circumstances, Yang Dongli's mouth shape probably muttered a 'MMB' and spontaneously said, "Follow me in the third group."

After saying that, he lifted a bundle of grenades at his feet.

But soon after, he found that he didn't have to do this.

According to the previous statement, Zhuifeng, who was originally able to retreat regardless of success or not after the action, changed the next group of personnel to replace the combat mission, but changed his mind.

In a while of rolling, he picked up a bundle of cluster grenades at the hands of the dead native soldiers and rushed towards the nearest armored vehicle.

After a loud bang, a pair of big red AJ sneakers emitting black smoke fell on the ground in a 'bang~' way.

It was also at this time that Hu Biao remembered a lot of things about Zhuifeng, a little yellow-haired person.

For example, this guy seemed to have not survived every time in three consecutive tasks, but he also died very early every time.

And this former little yellow-haired man is actually quite reliable in doing things.

The most important thing is that he clearly remembers how much this kid values ​​these shoes.

"Damn it! What AJ is there? Wouldn't it be nice to have so many domestic brands?" With this idea, Hu Biao personally rushed out with a bundle of explosives.

Others can't die anymore. This mission is over. He'll do it himself.

Maybe I am particularly suitable for doing this kind of thing by relying on the strengthening brought by my bloodline ability?
Chapter completed!