West of the ditch.

Scattered gunfires kept ringing.

The first company commander of the Second Battalion turned to look at Gao Yidao nearby: "Battlefield Commander, should we fight back against the bandits now?"

When he asked, countless soldiers in the second battalion lined up immediately held their breath and erected their ears. The frontal shelling entered the third round. The Japanese in the west were approaching with their waists and obscenely, and they could hit the other side!

It’s time to line up for a long time before it’s the turn of shooting the bandits. How can this be enjoyable?

Gao Yidao's voice came: "Don't talk nonsense, as long as the Japanese don't rush up, just fight like this!"

He was very unhappy with the battlefield arrangements. Hu Zai and the national army were fighting fiercely, but they were still doing bad things when they were arranged on the battlefield: raise your hands to vote!

The result of the vote... If you want to fight the Second Battalion in the front, you have to hold your breath and be responsible for the defense of the Western Road position.

It was not until a group of Japanese came to the west that his mentality slowly returned to normal.

It is only meaningful to fight the Japanese. Fighting those bandits who are in a gangster... is only suitable for those rotten garlic in the Hu Zazi Jiuying.

Looking carefully at the Japanese formation, two light machine guns on both sides were erected, and they would launch a charge later to suppress fire.

I fought with the Japanese many times, but now I rushed out and came to the scene without any cover. With the combat effectiveness of his soldiers, casualties are absolutely indispensable, and only fools do this.

I looked back and forth with a telescope and looked closely, but I still couldn't find the grenades in the Japanese team.

After a while, Gao Yidao's low voice spread again: "I'll listen. After the battle starts later, concentrate the firepower and first kill the Japanese four machine guns!"

Not far away from the woods.

When Ma Liang saw the Japanese unfolding their offensive formation, he immediately slipped down from the tree branch and shouted softly: "Be prepared for battle!"

The chaotic team immediately pushed the bicycles together.

Ma Liang glanced at the team that was divided into two groups. The big dog roster was a little careless: "Big Dog, when the battle begins, Gao Yidao will definitely attack the machine gun first. You can find a way to knock off the grenade launcher behind the Japanese team!"

"How is that far away?"

"Let's ride a bicycle and rush back to me later..."

"I said you are stupid? Riding on a bicycle is just a living target to kill you!"

"We didn't write the Eighth Route Army on our faces. We'll pretend to be the night attack team later!"

The Japanese on the West Road were less than 400 meters from the westernmost end of Gaoyidao position. Two grenade launchers were the first to fire, and they called the west to fire smoke bombs. Then, the two wing firepower suppressed the machine gun team and two machine guns were immediately deployed and fired alternately...

front.

The puppet army's attack seemed fierce, but in fact it was a paper tiger. It was okay to follow the Japanese to bully ordinary people or guerrillas with no combat effectiveness, but this kind of positional war that took the lead, the puppet army would really fight to the death.

The heavy machine gun of the left-wing Japanese has been dumbfounded by friendly forces.

Hu Yi hesitated for a moment and immediately took over the machine gun position at the east end of the front. The machine gunner reluctantly gave the machine gun to the battalion commander and moved it aside as the deputy shooter.

When the machine gun arrived in Hu Yi's hands, it immediately changed its voice, and it shot three times in a stable three-point shot, and the shells jumped quickly.

The frequency of shooting was fast, and it was a bit like continuous shooting. Just a magazine made a machine gun team from the Japanese devils in the opposite village.

The machine gunner had already reached out and handed over a full magazine, took the empty magazine, and threw it to the soldier of the machine gun team next to him.

The machine gun next to him, Xiong Zhe, who had a steel helmet, carefully looked at it. When Hu Yi hit the fifth three-point shot, the stock was already on his shoulders quickly. When he shot the sixth time, he pressed the trigger to reach the critical shooting position based on his feelings.

Hu Yi-Yi-Jing emptied the magazine, and the tongue of flame appeared at the muzzle in front of the machine gun bear, and he directly opened the light machine gun at another crooked tilt.

While muttering, "This shot is really not enough... I can't resist my grandma's machine gun so far... What if I can confuse two unlucky guys..."

Recoil is no different from mosquito tickling. The butt stock trembles slightly, and the refreshing shot is shot, and the other crooked handle is silenced!

He looked at the soldiers next to him, and saw that Company Commander Bear was sweating all over his head, and even shot the Japanese machine gun. The company commander completely inherited the battalion commander's mantra!

After Hu Yi changed the magazine, he had already pulled it horizontally, and he planned to change to a machine gun position.

The machine gun bear finally finished shooting, and did not stay in place anymore. He directly shrank his head and pulled it horizontally to the other side.

Another machine gun under Xiong's nine company, even though hesitantly, finally caught fire, and hugged the crooked machine gun position that Hu Yi had fired.

As soon as the Japanese machine gun deputy shooter pushed the machine gunner's body away, two machine gun bullets hit the ground next to the machine gun position. The deputy shooter, who was scared and sweating, gritted his teeth and immediately pressed the trigger.

Just after a shot, the machine guns of the scoundrels on the Eighth Route Position sounded again.

The deputy shooter was shot and screamed and his body tilted to the side.

The medical soldier with the team immediately stepped forward, and in a hurry, he took out a bleeding bandage and wrapped it around. The ammunition hand next to him went forward to make up for the seat without hesitation...

How far is the distance of five hundred meters?

Anyway, even if you can see people, the figure is not much bigger than an ant at most!

How easy it is to hit the target!

The four guerrilla machine guns fired alternately, and only knocked down a few of the Japanese machine gunners who were straightened up.

The Japanese in the machine gun team were a little confused. When did the guerrillas become so firepower? How could they have so many bullets to waste?

...

Luo Fugui had just changed the cover and poked out the machine gun. He immediately came over again. Xiong turned around and was about to scold him, but found that Xiao Hongying, who had also fired several shots to change positions, quickly shouted at the girl: "My machine gun position is used to rush bullets, and go cool down! Hurry up..."

Xiaobianer ignored it and started to yell while pressing the bullets: "Hehe, do you want to know why the puppet army's machine gun hasn't fired?"

"Boss Hu asked me to take care of you. Can you save me some snacks? Hey, hurry up and lower your turtle shell?" After saying that, he lowered the girl's helmet, then looked at the Japanese machine gun position, pressed the butt to the shoulder, and pressed the trigger again.

The tongue of flame spurted out from the muzzle: da da da da da...

The rapid bullets were splashed fiercely at the Japanese machine gun positions in the distance.

"Hurry up and have a look... I have some candy to eat..." Xiao Hongying poked her head out and carefully aimed at the puppet military machine gun position more than a hundred meters away. She was only halfway through her words, and a crisp clang sounded.

A few batches of Japanese machine gunners were counter-suppressing the guerrillas' counter-attacking machine gun array, and a bullet hit the girl's steel helmet without bias.

The steel helmet without a strap was knocked away directly, and the small body immediately slid down the trench.

Luo Fugui, who was able to fight next to him, didn't pay any attention at all. He was pressing the trigger and pouring bullets into the fire tongue of the Japanese machine gun as he felt.

It was not until a few seconds later that the magazine was empty, and immediately pulled back the machine gun and sat in the ditch to breathe. He turned around and looked around, but suddenly he found that the girl beside him was gone.

The machine gun bear was stunned for a moment, and his ugly eyes immediately turned around. Finally, he found a steel helmet near the ammunition box, which covered half of his small body.

The bear opened his mouth wide, threw away the machine gun, flew over, and pulled up his small body: "Girl..."

The bear panicked.

"Cough... Cough... Am I shot?" Xiao Hongying's eyes were opened on her face, covered in mud, and her headache was about to break.

"It's okay, you're okay!" Xiong felt a little panicked and pretended to be calm and comforted. He knew that the possibility of being shot in the head during the battle of the position was the greatest.

"I have a headache..." The girl was still muttering.

The bear was a little puzzled... Fortunately, she was still able to speak, and there was no blood on her head, so she shouldn't have opened her mouth!

I remembered that the girl had just worn a steel helmet, but now she was on the side, so she must not be shot in the head. She immediately shouted and comforted: "Oh, I'll go, his grandma! You're not dead!"

I picked up the helmet next to me and looked carefully. In Luo Fugui's impression, as long as he wore the helmet, it would be fine...

He stared at the big bear's eyes in surprise at the position of the stars on the front of the steel helmet, and a black gun hole was still a little bit unstoppable.

The bear quickly turned around the steel helmet and looked carefully. There was no gun hole behind the steel helmet. He immediately turned pale and muttered to the girl: "No, there is only one gun hole, bullet... Maybe it's going to penetrate your head!"

The Japanese machine gun rain of bullets did not sweep across the head.
Chapter completed!