Not to mention this bloody scene, which scared the remaining five little devils, Chen Yunfa and the five special forces were dumbfounded.

A special soldier named Hua Tianli glanced at the position of the female guard squad with a weak heart, and began to consider the correctness of his previous choice of a female soldier in the guard platoon to send flowers. These tigresses are really terrible.

It's so bloody to kill a little devil, and it's really too uneconomical. It seems that in order to kill this little devil, two machine guns actually fired more than a thousand rounds. What a special mother's loser!

As soon as the losers appeared, they beat the men on both sides of China and Japan to the crotch and were very depressed.

Of course, the Chinese men are allies, and it is more or less a faint pain. But for the six Japanese soldiers who are still alive, it is a big suffering, it is completely smashed under the crotch with a big stick! The rhythm of complete egg crushing.

The girls were treated to the heavy fire, and four light machine guns and two heavy machine guns continued to fire at the Japanese troops hiding behind bunkers with nowhere to hide under the flares.

The bushes on the battlefield were like chainsaws, broken into pieces by rows, and they were even more miserable than after a storm.

The once extremely proud elite of the Imperial Japanese Army hid behind rocks like poor quails, trembling and not even daring to lift their heads.

In the face of the rain of bullets, not to mention the so-called imperial pride, even the family glory dreamed of Lieutenant Ono Nagato was also shattered.

At this time, the most important thing is to steal a living.

The battle had been going on for several minutes, and the boss who had been answering them was silent. In fact, at this time, the Japanese lieutenant was also desperate, the Chinese made such a big move, it is estimated that it will not be long before the surrounding large forces will soon drive over to surround this piece tightly, and those who do not run are fools of Baga.

Don't they all say that the Chinese are so poor that they are scum! Never had such an abundance of ammunition in battle? That Baga we met this is not Chinese? Lieutenant Ono Nagato angrily greeted the maternal relatives of all the people in the Imperial Intelligence Service in his heart.

Of course, his only hope now is that the intelligence officers he greets his maternal relatives will rely on a little genealogy, and the Chinese's strafing at any cost, which is even crazier than the Imperial Japanese Army, will finally stop. Thousands of rounds of ammunition are enough to support the consumption of an Imperial Army squadron in one battle, and the Chinese, who are not very numerous, will not continue to fire like this!

There is an old Chinese saying: as long as you persevere, sooner or later your dreams will come true.

Lieutenant Ono relied on this dream to hold on behind the stones, and after a few minutes, his dream finally came true.

Several machine guns turned from strafing to point fire, and the firepower finally thinned out.

A smile appeared on Ono's face, as long as darkness came, he could use the cover of night to escape. As for his companions, he doesn't care. Moreover, there was even a little devil dancing in his mind that he couldn't control himself.

Don't run away, fight with the Chinese! Maintain the pride of the Imperial Army! Be loyal to His Majesty the Emperor!

By the way, it will be his last barrier out of this battlefield.

Then, with a burst of fire dozens of meters away, there was a "bang。。。。。。 Syllable...... When the sound came, Ono Nagato's face suddenly turned snow-white.

It is completely comparable to the miserable white face of Yuichi Kurokawa, who was beaten into a puddle of minced meat by a machine gun before.

Dreams, Baga's were shattered by reality again.

Is this a mortar?

Yes, there is nothing wrong with Ono Nagato's military common sense.

The machine guns changed from point-fire to strafing, not because the guard platoon was not supplied with ammunition. As a defensive unit, the field hospital guard platoon, which had entered wartime, was equipped with 5,000 rounds of ammunition per MG42 heavy machine gun and 1,500 rounds per light machine gun according to the wartime ration of the independent regiment. Not to mention the more than 3,000 rounds of ammunition fired now, even if they hit another 10,000 rounds, they have no problem.

It's just that the group of "loser girls" led by Mi Zhi suddenly woke up and felt that they shouldn't waste it so much, and their guard platoon also had two Type 60 mortars, which were just used to deal with the little devils who hid behind the bunker and didn't dare to raise their heads.

The first flash of fire didn't hit any targets, but it was only a test shot. The "losers" are not in a hurry, they are not the guys who make a living from artillery in the artillery battalion, and their true level is to hit the target after firing two or three or even four or five cannons. Even if you can't kill them, you can just scare out those little devils who only dare to hide and then kill them with guns.

A group of special forces led by Chen Yunfa bared their teeth, and these "losers" came to defeat the shells after losing the bullets. The level of this cannon is no one.

A Japanese soldier hiding behind a half-man-high rock became their target first, starting from the first shot hitting him ten meters away, followed by five consecutive shells, all of which exploded five or six meters near the rock, and the closest one was only two meters in front of the rock, blowing up with fire and stone chips. But the Japanese soldier behind the rock was unscathed.

This is because the girls participated in the actual combat for the first time. In normal training, they may hit the target if they test three or four shots, but this is the reason why training can never replace actual combat. The psychological tension on the battlefield and the complex battlefield environment cannot be replaced by training grounds.

The special forces are right to think so, six shells in a row without killing a single enemy are definitely losers.

But for the Japanese soldier who was targeted by the girls and hid behind the rocks, it was not the same thing. When the first mortar shell exploded ten meters from his side. This Japanese soldier named Eguchi Nohalive has completely entered despair mode.

He was targeted by the Chinese, and not by a gun, but by a cannon. In the face of shells, hard rock can no longer be his barrier against the fire of the Chinese.

For the Japanese army's senior soldiers, it was like a death row prisoner who was sentenced to death, waiting for the last moment to come. A cannonball fell from the sky behind a stone or on a stone, and the flying shrapnel and waves of air tore him into a shattered corpse.

When is the most painful time for a condemned prisoner? Not when you get shot in the head, but when you wait, the waiting time from knowing that you have been sentenced to death to being shot in the head at the execution ground.

The name of the Japanese soldier's senior soldier was well chosen, and Eguchi could live, and this name blessed him with no damage in the two years of fighting with the Chinese, and he did not even scratch a piece of oil. However, in this kind of battlefield, where shell after shell is getting closer and closer, Eguchi does not feel that he can continue to live.

At this time, what angered him the most was not being blown to pieces by a cannon to smig his allegiance to His Majesty the Emperor. Rather, Baga's, the Chinese cannon after cannon, just can't hit.

This shattered the heart of an imperial warrior who was brave enough to face the final death like never before.

This is a huge devastation for anyone.

The Chinese stubbornly fired one shot after another, and the earth and gunsmoke had almost buried him, but they could not hit the target.

Baga, this is really inhumane.

The Japanese soldiers from a small family in Kyoto could not bear the pain of being blown to pieces in the endless wait.

Suddenly stood up, picked up his submachine gun and fired fiercely at the guard platoon, shouting as he fired.

Chen Yunfa, who was proficient in Japanese, clearly heard this person shouting: "Despicable Shina, come!" Kill me! The brave and fearless warriors of the Great Japanese Empire were not afraid. ”

Unafraid? Don't be afraid, your face is whiter than the light of a flare? Don't be afraid, your cheeks shake a yarn, don't tell me that it was shaken by the flower mechanism in your hand.

With an effective range of just over 100 meters, the bullets of the submachine gun that you think have no regular impact point will pose a threat to anyone.

Once the water "banged" a shot, the Japanese soldiers whose faces were pale and had been oppressed uncontrollably by great fear turned their upper bodies into a "big flower face".

The bullet pierced through the bridge of his nose, shattering the bridge of his nose and causing a large amount of blood to spurt wildly, and at the same time, the brain tissue that had been stirred up by the bullet was also gushing out with the blood.

The "brave" Japanese soldiers estimated that their grievances still existed, and their bodies still did not fall.

Then, a mortar shell flew exactly at the rock. The huge wave of air tore the Japanese soldier who had been killed by one shot into several pieces and threw them around.

"Hit!" A female soldier with the rank of senior soldier in the angry glare of her platoon commander cheered with relief.

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Sergeant Hua Tianli quietly wiped his sweat. This is the "loser" he sent wildflowers.

It took seven shells to get a little devil. The one who is still the mother is dead.

But obviously, the female gunner who is "shameful and brave" plays much better in the back than in the front, and she is becoming more and more handy, and she only uses five guns to kill two little devils.

Two of the three remaining little devils did not follow their fearful companion who used Japanese "bravery" to shoot at his own enemy, only a bullet in the chamber of his gun, and then exploded into a torch, and they jumped out of their bunker and fled before the shell could come.

Pouting his ass, he ran wildly into the darkness behind him.

There is no so-called tactical evasion, just use all your strength to escape.

A good foundation in martial arts and the desire to survive burst out of the human body's potential, making them run fast like sharp arrows off the bowstring.

In this kind of relatively empty battlefield, the flares are slowly falling in the light, and the earthy yellow military uniforms on their bodies are as dazzling as lights in the dark night.

More than twenty rifles and six machine guns erupted in tongues of fire that caused the arrows to snap their wings and fall before they plunged into the darkness. The unwilling figure was driven by the huge kinetic energy of the bullet and trembled and fell to the land of China.

Now, only one devil is left hiding behind the biggest rock.

All eyes were on Nagato Ono's hiding place.

Lieutenant Ono's face was as pale as paper.

Then, a great ecstasy welled up in his face.

After the flares fell, the Chinese stopped firing flares.

The night sky is pitch black again.

The "loser girls" who didn't know how to save actually ran out of the flares they carried with them in one go, and the special forces collectively wanted to scold their mothers。。。。。。

If he can go back alive, he will definitely resign from his military post and never come to the Chinese battlefield again. Quickly seized the opportunity to thank Amaterasu for his blessing to Ono Nagato, who had escaped in the darkness in a lurking position, and at the same time made a vow to Amaterasu, who took care of him, that Amaterasu was not very happy.

It's just that the Japanese lieutenant who was busy running for his life didn't see it, and in the vast night, more than 200 meters behind his side, two pairs of green light bulbs moved silently and slowly in the bushes with his desperate escape.

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PS: Today's 6800-word update, I'm much more diligent than those 2000-word so-called 3, isn't it? It's the beginning of the month, so let's smash the guaranteed monthly pass! Kung Fu Panda is about to appear, sprinkle flowers.