"I've died young!

I asked me to use a Gaul chicken Leber 1886 rifle to suppress a pheasant neck heavy machine gun on the opposite side and two light machine guns. What did this guy think?

Do you think of me, Lao Ha, or do you want to kill me?"

When the Husky, who was jumping up and down, was still bitten by a bullet on his left arm, and he immediately started to curse.

At the same time, endured severe pain on the arm.

He stopped, pushed the buttstock of the rifle on his shoulder, and pulled the trigger.

I felt this first smokeless rifle in history, and the butt stock hit the shoulder strongly when it fired.

I saw a Japanese man who pushed away the body of his comrades and sat in the shooting position of the Type 92 heavy machine gun, and was shot to death by himself.

The body lay on the machine gun again, and the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth covered the Type 92 heavy machine gun and the row of dense heat sinks with dazzling red blood.

With such a result, the Husky retracted his head back to the trench immediately.

While feeling the two light machine guns keep firing, they hit the top of their heads, and the bullets splashing dust on the trenches.

While starting to flip the empty gun chamber, it filled the rare bullet with a caliber of 8*50 mm.

At this moment, he missed the ZK383 submachine gun he used very easily, but in the end, he lost on the battlefield of Volgograd.

With such a weapon in hand, he can't lift the opponent's machine gunner up.

Unlike this, because of limited firepower, it is targeted by machine gun firepower. It is often called by fierce firepower immediately after it emerges, making it very difficult for him to dodge.

Of course, no matter how much Tucao is, Husky knows that it is not a big deal that Poluo arranged for him.

Now there are only a few people on the position, but they have to face more than 5 times the opponent. It is already the limit to deliberately arrange one person to suppress the opponent's machine gun fire.

And while the Husky was loading, a howling of pain came to his ears:

"Who are there by the old and young men? Please give me a shot and give me some fun~"

Turning his head and looking, the Husky could see a man with black and blood in his eyes, wailing loudly in his mouth, his voice was extremely shrill.

The Japanese were attacking upside down, facing the firepower of the defenders. A grenade launcher team hid behind the stone, shot one on the trench, and another little melon grenade came up.

One of the small melons accurately penetrated into the trenches. The shock waves and fragments generated after the explosion blew up one of Ross's two temporary guards.

What's even more terrifying is that the guard's eyes must have been blinded.

To be honest! In this kind of war-torn years, if you are blind, it is better to die than to die.

So in a huge horror, the guard stood in the trench with his body straight, hoping that no matter whether it was his opponent or comrade, he could shoot him and let him die happily.

But he never thought that such a shrill cry made the baby soldiers around him tremble now.

With a 'Ph~' sound, the Husky spat out of his mouth because he bit his lips for some time and was covered in blood.

Then he bit his teeth, picked up his rifle and aimed at the blind guard.

This is the first time in this life that Husky pointed his gun at his own people and prepared to shoot. The complexity in his heart was a bit indescribable to outsiders.

I don’t know whether it’s lucky or unfortunate, just when the Husky was about to shoot.

On the Japanese, the Type 92 heavy machine gun that roared again made a large splash of blood splashed out from the unlucky guard.

While punching his upper body to pieces, it also solved all his pain.

At the same time, it solved the psychological problem of Husky taking action against his own people, and also let him know that he was alive again:

We must remove the Japanese heavy machine gun firepower, otherwise we will be unable to continue shooting with a few rifles on the position.

You should know that the Japanese veterans can reach 70% of the target rate when operating this heavy machine gun at a distance of 200 meters.

The threat on the position can be said to be astonishingly great.

With this idea, Husse, who was holding the Lebel 1886 rifle, suddenly stood up from the trench and pointed the muzzle in the direction of the Type 92 heavy machine gun in memory.

After quickly locking the target, the Husky pulled the trigger again.

After the gunshot, the last member of the Type 92 heavy machine gun group composed of four Japanese soldiers also died on the machine gun with a gun hole on the steel helmet.

After firing the gun, the Husky didn't even have time to take a look at the results of the battle, so he planned to retract again to avoid being killed by two other light machine guns.

The problem is that he killed several machine gunners in succession before, and had long been targeted by the Japanese.

This time, after he just emerged, he was not only calling him the machine gun fire; he also had an iron fist 30 rocket launcher, and flew towards him with a "swoosh~".

Although the flight speed of Iron Fist 30 is not fast, how long does it take for a distance of just about 30 meters?

That is, after seeing a smog rise, the explosion happened not far away in front of him; before the explosion, the Husky had only time to protect his face with both hands.

Then, under the impact of the explosion shock wave, the Husky seemed to be knocked away; it was not until it hit the other wall of the trench that it slid onto the ground.

Immediately, this guy's mouthful of old blood spurted out.

"Uncle, are you doing nothing?"

After seeing this, several baby soldiers around him hurriedly ran over to support the Husky's body, so that he would not fall to the ground.

One of the baby soldiers asked nervously.

The Husky could hear the boy's voice not only had deep concern but also great fear.

"My affairs, I still have a cigarette in my pocket. Please help me take it out and light it. When I smoke a cigarette a little slowly, I can continue to beat it. The Japanese guys only need this time, so don't be afraid, guys."

A husky squeezed out a smile on his face, saying that in his memory, he should have been born in Lusheng, but he forgot that he should be called Zhuzi or Mendun's baby soldier said this.

After hearing the Husky's request and pretending to comfort him easily.

Zhuzi, or Door Dun, helped take out a pack of Xuanhe Door cigarettes from his pocket and stuffed the last one into his mouth.

It was only after this 13-year-old and 5-month-old child struck three matches in a row that lit such a cigarette disguised as an old knife brand.

In his memory, this uncle Ha who often smiles and doesn't have a good face, can no longer take a sip.

Because the distance between the iron fist explosion was too close, not only did the Husky's arms blocking his head and face be blown to pieces, but his chest and abdomen were also hit.

When the Xuanhe Gate was ignited, he happened to let out his last breath silently.

"Uncle~" Like a wounded little beast, the one who was not called Zhuzi or Dunzi, was actually a baby soldier named Dafu, roared angrily in his mouth.

In such anger, he gradually forgot the cowardice that appeared because of his first appearance on the battlefield...

"Grenade~" When I heard the words in my ears, I heard the yelling from the mouth of Poluo.

In his instinct, the python threw down the water-beaded rifle in his hand, picked up a grenade and pulled the fuse away. After habitually letting it go for a while, he threw it down at the trench.

In fact, it has only been two or three minutes at most since the battle has been fought.

However, the situation on the position was actually extremely bad due to the fierce battle situation.

During the period when he was shooting against the Japanese, Po Luo and others were at an absolute disadvantage in terms of combat numbers, weapons and equipment, and firepower density.

So, at this time, there were many casualties on the battlefield.

Yang Zai, Husky, two Rose's guards, and three elderly veterans from the baggage regiment all died one by one in this very short time.

Now there are only Po Luo, Uncle Chu, Chinese characters, Python, a lame veteran in his 40s, plus a total of six translators in his ranks.

As for the war correspondent of Uncle Sam's house, Rose, a peaceful person who claimed to be a civilian, he was still taking a camera and taking photos with a "kaka~".

During this process, it was obvious that his legs were shaking violently.

Of course, Po Luo and others suffered such large casualties, and with the condescending fortifications, they still achieved considerable results.

Although the five members of the Island National Team are still alive at this moment.

But they were still injured more or less.

The Japanese squad they led is now only half of the personnel, which is about 30 people. Such a casualty exchange ratio can actually be said to be very excellent in the usual battles of the Guo Army.

Unfortunately, there are only 6 rifles left on the position now, and the firepower density has suddenly become much thinner, the island team finally stopped shooting on the spot and began to rush up.

Faced with such a result, Poluo could only yell out the "grenade~" and the strongest firepower they had on hand.

Amid the continuous explosions of ‘Boom, boom~’, some Japanese were killed by the bomb.

But these Japanese were so thief that they set a distance between each other far enough when they rushed up. After each grenade exploded, they could only kill one or two Japanese.

In addition, the five members of the island nation team also had accurate shooting skills. As long as they emerged, they might be hit.

So when they were throwing it, everyone squatted in the trenches and threw the grenade out with their memory, so the accuracy was slightly worse.

In short, if six grenades were thrown down in this round, four Japanese devils were knocked down.

"Continue to throw~" Facing such a result, Polu hesitated for a moment for a while, and then continued to roar in his mouth.

Under such orders, the python pulled out a grenade and threw it out.

Naturally, it is impossible for the Japanese to be beaten but not fight back. Apart from using the weapons in their hands to hit dense bullets on the trenches, hitting the silt and splattering sand.

The grenade launcher smashed a smokey little melon into the trenches with a light sound of "bang~".

This time, the unlucky object was Uncle Chu, the rookie. After the little melon fell to the ground, it jumped a few times, then fell into the trench and stopped at his feet.

In his spare time, Hu Biao arranged the old birds and taught the rookies a lot of experience.

Let Uncle Chu and others know that the little melon fired by the veterans of the Japanese will not have the chance to pick it up and throw it back.
To be continued...