The bandits ran westward and began to slow down after running.

I slowly relaxed, and even occasionally looked back and watched.

Faced with the fear of the unknown, no one left the team and ran to both sides of the road.

The guns are ringing everywhere in the dark, leaving the team means facing fear alone.

With the light emitted by the bright sky in the county town, the bandits who had gone from running to briskly began to inquire about each other.

The bandits chattered and clamored in a long list of chaos on the road.

The team slowly surged westward.

Walking in the front, the bandit soldiers saw a black shadow on the company: "Oh... When did there be such a grave-like thing on this road?"

After saying that, the bandits next to them were just raising their guns to see what was going on.

A tongue of flame began to shine in the darkness.

Bangbangbang...

The sound of Maxim's heavy machine gun shooting was extraordinary. Faced with the sudden movement, the bandit soldiers subconsciously lie on the ground.

When the bandits at the westernmost end were lying on the ground... they were no longer conscious...

Heavy machine gun!

There are two teams in the headquarters. I saw the power of this guy during a live-fire training.

The impression that everyone left was so deep, and the sound of hell seemed to come from deep in my memory.

The bandits who had been lying on half the road wanted to turn into Tu Xingsun and get into the soil.

The heavy machine gun was filled with a breath of death, and Man Cang grabbed the grip and pressed the trigger's thumb trembled constantly with the death machine.

The canvas band jumped happily and stuffed it into the bolt. The jumping triangle bracket rubbed back and forth with the reinforced sandbag, and the hot shell slid forward from under the water barrel.

Heavy machine gun bullets have an extremely terrifying stopping force on the human body. As long as one body is injured at least seriously, most of them will be killed on the spot, and their limbs are shot and their hands and feet are broken.

There was no need to pause in the middle. The bullets fired continuously by rampant howling became life-harvesters. The ballistics raged among the bandits on the ground, breaking their heads and cracking their backs, breaking their arms and breaking their legs.

Occasionally, bullets hit the bandits' hands, and the metal parts of the weapon on their backs, and the stars of Mars splashed.

The raging ballistic plowed from more than ten meters in front of the position, tearing up all the bodies that were blocking the bullets, crashing into the ground, and finally hitting into the hole in the city gate.

Mancang raised his grip slightly, and the ballistic began to pull out from the city gate again, and frantically sprayed the curse of death.

Amid the manic shooting sound, most of the bandits on the ground even completely forgot to roll into the ditch next to the highway, and the road of more than 100 meters has almost become a purgatory on earth.

When the heavy machine gun just rang, grenades began to be thrown down from the city gate building.

The purpose is very simple, so that the bandits who followed the city ran out of the city could not figure out what was happening outside the entrance of the city gate!

After the simple light machine gun position built from three sandbags next to the heavy machine gun, the dirty face held the Czech machine gun body, poked his head out from the sandbag, and looked at the scene on the road.

A familiar scene began to appear in his mind. At some point, he was fired by the Japanese 92-heavy machine gun. The depressing feeling made him slowly become irritated.

My head suddenly retracted and buried my face directly in the sandbag behind the sandbag and was just dug out and pushed into the sand in front.

The deputy archer who was lying next to him was startled and quickly pulled out his face with dirty face buried in the sand: "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

My dirty face breathed heavily, my mouth and nose were covered with sand, and I coughed violently, and it took a while before I got out of that scene.

This feeling was so depressing that I suddenly jumped up and grabbed the Czech machine gun on the sandbag in front of me and subconsciously aimed at the heavy machine gun barricade next to me...

The deputy shooter next to him was startled and grabbed the barrel and lifted it up: "Hey, what are you doing..."

Dada dada...

A three-point shot rushed into the sky...

The dirty face of robbing the machine gun and the deputy shooter both fell down...

When Hu Yi heard the conversation between the two, he found something was wrong. He hugged and trotted to the side of the dirty face, grabbed the shaking tripod of the light machine gun with one hand, and raised his leg and kicked the dirty face-wearing helmet on the head.

Then he ordered the deputy archer next to him: "Take off his weapons and drag him into the ditch behind him to look forward to it..."

The heavy machine gun at the machine gun barricade did not stop until the last shell of the two hundred and fifty rounds slides down from the barrel.

The gunshots didn't last long, maybe more than a minute, for the bandits on the road, they were their lives...

On the south side of the heavy machine gun, Hu Yi readjusted the Czech machine gun.

Dada dada...

The sound of three-point shooting is much crisper. He can't see the target clearly in the darkness. It's not that he can hit the target. He just needs to suppress the bandits lying on the ground and dare not get up.

"This scene is really big." The company commander of the Fourth Route Army next to Hu Yi stared at his big eyes, and the rifle held in his hand tightened and tightened.

As a representative of learning and communication with Anti-University Students, his superiors did not arrange any specific tasks. Captain Hu had previously asked him to take people to clean the battlefield later...

It feels very unpleasant to be underestimated.

Looking at the shell of the machine gun in Hu Yi's hand that kept jumping out of the bullet, he finally blushed.

The newly-edition Fourth Route Army is active between the enemy-occupied areas and the Kuomintang-controlled areas. It is really poor. The Three-Shot Eighth Route Army is talking about them.

I heard that heavy machine guns can fire 250 bullets in one minute. The ammunition in the hands of a company soldier is only suitable for the students to fire for one minute...

I don't know...when will I have such a big killer...

Hu Yi's light machine gun stopped shooting...

Bang...

A dull sound...

A bright spot suddenly appeared in the sky, which was extremely bright.

Flares!

Not having it myself does not mean I have seen it...

I knew about this thing when I was swept by the Japanese.

The ears had not adapted to the sudden quiet battlefield in the west of the city, and the gunshots in the direction of the county seemed very far away.

The company commander subconsciously turned his head with the photos. The surviving bandits on the road were struggling, and some scared bandits actually stood up staggeringly.

Then, rifles began to sound sporadically on both sides of the highway, and the bandits standing up trembled and then fell down again...

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The flare finally landed.

The company commander felt his body hit.

Hu Yi's cold voice came: "What are you still standing there? Clean the battlefield quickly, you only have five minutes..."

The company commander came to his senses and waved to the soldiers behind him who were also confused: "Everyone is here. When cleaning the battlefield, catch the prisoners first. When encountering a rebellious person, he will be executed on the spot. When the ground is lying on the ground, the observer should pay attention to the time. When the flashlight flashes, everyone will leave the road immediately. After two flashes, they must be ten meters away from the road. If the heavy machine gun is fired three times, they will shoot again... rush..."

Torches were lit: "Roll it up" "Stop the gun and don't kill..."

"The Eighth Route Army treats prisoners preferentially..." "Kill"

The bandits who were crawling hard on the road did not have the intention to fight back at this time. You can do whatever you want...

Hu Yi pressed the full magazine into the Czech bolt.

Walking behind, he looked at the deputy saber next to his dirty face: "Have he woke up?"

The dirty face still had a dissipation of eyes and murmured: "Sir Hu, I'm sorry..."

Hu Yi patted his dirty face on his shoulder: "You can't do this next time..."

Mancang took the bullet belt handed over by the deputy shooter and sent it into the bolt, pushed the bolt forward, pulled the canvas bullet belt, and pushed it forward after the bolt back to the position, and pulled the bullet belt again. After a crisp metal sound, the bolt returned to the position.

I reached out and touched the thick machine gun barrel. It was a bit hot. Based on my feeling, I should be able to use an ammunition belt...

Take the kettle from the warrior next to you, take a sip into his mouth, and then sit on the sandbag next to you, waiting with his eyes closed.

He did not see the scene of cleaning the battlefield on the road.

Because he didn't have to watch it at all, he knew what the scene was.

The young face had no expression, it was like a machine.
Chapter completed!