The lame man glanced at the numbness on the Japanese army. Fortunately, the first shot in this encounter killed him. The Japanese army beneath him was moaning and screaming. The machine gunners on the tree could not tell whether the scream was from the enemy or the one, so the machine gun's flames moved towards them and swept the two people again.

The screams stopped now.

Milong fought back a box of bullets in vain, "Second Shooter!Second Shooter? Fuck Beancake?!"

The cripple and Milong turned around, Dou Ping tied his head deep into the ground and did not move. The first feeling of everyone was that he was dead, so the cripple went to touch his helmet. The person they thought was dead raised his head, and the cripple found Dou Ping was crying for the sake of mahjong.

The cripple reached out to Doubing's back and pulled out a magazine and handed it to Milong. Milong installed it silently.

Jiang Song ran from the end of the team to the head of the team amid the gunfire, beating the people he thought could use, including the entire group of people carrying the remaining 92 machine gun. Bula stretched his neck and hoped to be photographed, but he happened to miss him.

Bula was stunned for a second, "Why aren't me?" Then he followed behind regardless of the situation.

They had heard that the Japanese army liked trees and used birds and apes to communicate, hiding among hundreds of airtight towering trees. Three or four people were entrenched on one tree and shooting at hundreds of escaped people. The escapees had no time to search and could only use their foreheads to bear bullets.

The one who had been under the bullets with his forehead pressed on the Japanese army he killed. Two machine guns set on the trees were still firing. One was against them, the other was blocking the narrow mountain road behind everyone. The Japanese army on the steep slope was also shooting at them.

Another vanguard fell down. A bullet hit the machine gun that Milong had just set up. Milong cursed and pulled out the jumper that was horizontally embedded in the flesh from his body.

When Jiang Song ran over, the vanguard who was hit was rolling to his feet. The home team separated from the vanguard was shooting blindly into the tree crown and the bush. It was a steep slope greater than 45 degrees. Everything was really convenient. The Japanese army, who had already scored a good position in the tree crown, and even the home team was suffering casualties.

Jiang Song poked the ground with a rifle, "Build a machine gun! Build a machine gun here!" Then he looked at the soldiers who were still moving, "What are you doing here? If the vanguard dies, it's your turn!"

But it took courage to hit the rain of bullets that had almost penetrated vertically. A soldier who had just stood up was beaten to the sky and fell down. Jiang Song looked at the slope, and another vanguard was beaten into a honeycomb in the bush. Looking at the back, the 92 machine gun was pulled into the team at this time. He lowered his body and feet and started to cross the blocking fire. The machine gun cut off the soil in front of his face, and a rifle bullet made his helmet make a sharp sound, and he flew up how high he was and then rolled back down the slope.

The cripple and the milong bean cake survived by a slightly low-lying shrub. When another vanguard attempted to climb towards them but were quiet in the rain of bullets, the three of us were left. The cripple grabbed Milong who was about to go out to shoot with others, staring at the ignorant of the dead on the slope. The people who had the courage to rush to the slope with him had turned into corpses and rolled back. Only one of them was left following him without knowing how to dodge.

Milong struggled a few times before turning back, and was stunned when he turned around, and then watched the two guys plunge into their small low-lying area and fill all the already narrow territory.

Milong stared at Jiang Song, "You weasel turned into a weasel? Are you not dead?"

Jiang Song ignored him and spitted his mouth full of dirt.

Bula said, "My Monkey King turned into something. Where is it going to die of numbness?"

Doubing sobbed and said, "Die."

Bula regards this as a rhetoric, "I'm talking about where to die..."

Then he saw the corpse that was about to be numb, and suddenly stood up, and was immediately dragged down by Jiang Song with one foot.

"Die! It's going to be numb..." Bula couldn't continue to be sad and angry, because the jingling sounded crisply, Jiang Song raised a Japanese grenade with a ring to his face. Jiang Song stared at the flash of flames from the tree crown, while others stared at him. Jiang Song had no intention of throwing the grenade.

Milong's voice was a little dry, "...I threw it away."

The cripple almost couldn't make a sound, "…hey?"

Jiang Song finally jumped up and ran two steps on the steep slope before throwing out the grenade. When he lay down, the bullet was about to plow out the ditch on his scalp, and he lowered his head to the soil and shouted: "Miss Dragon!"

Milong just adjusted himself from lying position to kneeling position. The grenade exploded in the tree canopy. Jiang Song dragged it into an empty blowout. The smoke exploded in the tree canopy, and the destruction fragments not only flew in the tree canopy but also among us. The machine gun stopped, and a Japanese army fell into the bushes under the tree.

Milong shot two fans at the place where he was spitting out his tongue. We also got up and shot on the knees. Bula was stunned for a moment before shooting because his gun was still stuck with the wild flowers inserted in Kang Ya. Bula murmured and scolded, and the petals and stalks shattered in the impact.

Another Japanese army fell down, and the machine gunner and his crooked handle fell to abruptly - he tied his waist with a rope to fix himself on the tree, so he staggered there.

The roar of the 92 machine gun joined us. The only remaining heavy machine had been removed from the slope and began to shoot roughly at another machine gun on the canopy. It attracted the firepower of the machine gun, but the scattered soldiers in the bushes were still shooting at their thrones. They were closer and they were shooting accurately and fiercely.

Milong began to be shorter than "dada" and "dada". When there were a few bullets left, he changed the magazine and threw the replaced magazine up the slope, causing it to roll down the sound. The cripple stared at Milong and didn't know why he was doing this trick. Four Japanese troops rushed out of the bushes on the steep slope, and two of them held grenades.

Milong began to show a proud expression of being hit by a pie, "It's so easy to cheat! I'll give you some to eat!" He started firing when he screamed and laughed, "da da" four times, and there were no Japanese troops standing in the bushes, and the two grenades that had not been thrown out exploded.

The heavy machine gun that had been fired with the support also showed the advantage of continuous firepower. The remaining machine gun of the Japanese army was quickly dumb, so several human bodies were hung under the canopy.

Milong turned to Jiang Song with a smile, "I'm thinking about looking back and looking for you to learn a few tricks..."

Jiang Song had no time to pay attention to his joy, so he jumped up: "Let's go! Let's go!"

The home team at the bottom of the slope finally joined them, and the heavy machine gun team carefully put away their powerful weapons.

Jiang Song greeted: "No! Let's go!"

"No?" Milong was really surprised, but not long after, he overturned a soldier who had just rushed up to join them. He was still the same as before, with a dark forest. If he could get through dawn, some might find them.

Jiang Song shouted, "Run! You can't run if you can't fight?!"

So the team finally started running. Jiang Song rushed back a few steps, overturned the machine gun that the heavy unit was still carrying, and let it roll down the ramp. He ran with the team for two more steps, and then stopped.
Chapter completed!