The projectile of the light is particularly dazzling in the night, beautiful like neon, but at this moment no one has the heart to appreciate it, those messy and dense gunshots are like a talisman in the ears, and everyone is highly nervous, and they have no time to pay attention to others. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The first wave of the devil's attack was overshadowed by Yang Ling, and none of the more than twenty devils survived under the care of grenades and machine guns, and this completely angered the devil lieutenant.

The devil lieutenant was as hideous as a monster at the moment, roaring in his mouth, personally leading the team to attack, and the pressure on Yang Ling, who was defending, increased sharply.

In the past few days, Yang Ling and his people have blocked the streets along the streets with sandbags, stones and various obstacles, which has delayed the attack speed of the devils to a certain extent, but the situation is still not optimistic.

The machine-gun squads arranged in the houses on both sides of the street were still trying their best to keep the devils down, and the main shooter kept emptying the magazines with the butt of his rifle on his shoulder.

But their defenses became more and more difficult, and the interval between the magazines on the machine guns became longer and longer, at first tens of seconds, now it became more than a minute, and even with the best efforts of the soldiers loading the magazines, the supply of magazines was still not guaranteed.

The devil soldiers are experienced and very obscene, they are like demons in the night, every time they take advantage of the gap between the defenders' machine gun squad to change magazines, and they continue to approach the two houses blocked by machine gun fire.

"Quick! Give me the magazine! The shooter pulled out the empty magazine and threw it behind with a clatter, shouting rapidly.

The cartridge of the Czech light machine gun used the same bullet as that of the official rifle, and at this moment the two soldiers in the back were pressing a large bag of scattered bullets into the magazine one by one, and when they heard the shouts of the shooter, they hurriedly grabbed a magazine and handed it over.

Dada-da

The devil's machine gun rang out, and the bullets swept from left to right along the windows of the machine gun squad, tearing apart the wooden window edges, flying sawdust everywhere, and piercing the body of the defender's main shooter who was shouting for magazines.

The main shooter's shouts stopped abruptly, and then he fell straight backwards, and the soldier who reached for the clip was crushed to the ground by the overturned stopper.

"Brother Wang! Brother Wang! The soldier, who was still holding the magazine in his hand, turned over and shook the main shooter who rolled to the ground, but there was no reaction, and the hand was sticky, it should be blood.

Glancing at the skewed Czech light machine gun, the soldier with the magazine put down the dead main shooter, ran to the window in two and three steps, loaded the magazine, and then started firing against the butt.

Compared with the relatively experienced main shooter before, the soldier who operated the machine gun at this moment was only after simple training, and even this was only the second time he touched the machine gun and had to bear the heavy responsibility of fire suppression.

The machine gun was clattering and spewing tongues of fire, but he was inexperienced, he just shot the bullets out, and did not suppress the fire, and the devil was constantly leaping forward, so anxious that he was sweating profusely.

The devil soldiers, wearing dark green steel helmets, obscene like rats, rushed forward and broke through with the help of cover in the streets, raising their heads from time to time to shoot.

Yang Ling placed rangers near the two machine guns to protect the safety near the machine gun position, and seeing that the machine guns could not suppress the devils who were attacking forward, these rangers felt that the pressure increased sharply and had to speed up the frequency of firing.

But increasing the frequency of shooting also means that it is easier to expose their position in the dark, at this moment the sky is too dark, it is impossible to see the devil clearly, only according to the devil's gunfire to judge that the devil is getting closer and closer, they can only shoot as much as possible, line into a fire network, and stop the advance of the devil soldiers.

The devil soldiers have undergone strict training, their marksmanship is very accurate, and they are basically fed with bullets, as long as the defenders shoot a shot, they can basically judge the position of the defenders, and they can basically hit eight or nine without leaving ten with a seemingly random shot.

Many of the defenders had just pulled the trigger, but the next moment the devil's bullet hit like eyes, some were killed by bullets, and some were injured and rolled on the ground wailing in pain.

"Ahh

"Platoon commander, we don't have many bullets!" Someone shouted in the darkness.

But there was no movement for a long time, and after a long time, someone replied in frustration: "The platoon commander is dead."

Human life is like a mustard, and in this battlefield where bullets are flying, whether you are a soldier or an officer, you cannot escape the curse of death.

Yang Ling and they went down the street into the house, many people were killed, he didn't have time to grieve at the moment, he raised the butt of his rifle and smashed a hole in the window, and then flattened the rifle and began to cover the soldiers who were still on the street to retreat.

The casualties increased sharply, and it was very difficult to stop the devils in this dark night, and there was no devil soldiers in the darkness around, and their firepower could not form a fire net, and it was very difficult to fight.

"Old Wangtou, withdraw the machine gun squad!"

The interval between the machine guns was getting longer and longer, and Yang Ling didn't know if the machine gunner was almost dead, or if the ammunition was not available, but no matter what, as they retreated, the position of the machine gun squad became convex, too dangerous, and they had to retreat.

The old king's head beckoned a soldier to run to the machine gun position with the stray bullets that kept flying, and the bullets chirped over his head, jumping off the old king's hat, so frightened that he hurriedly lay down on the ground, and could only start to climb towards the machine gun position.

The sound of a grenadier firing sounded in the darkness, and Yang Ling subconsciously squatted down to dodge the blow.

Thundered!

The house was shaking violently, the roof was blasted out of a few holes, the broken bricks and tiles poured down, smashing Yang Ling painfully, the whole house was filled with dust and gunsmoke, nothing could be seen, nothing could be heard, the nose and mouth were full of smoke and dust, Yang Ling became a native man.

"The devil comes up from behind!" Someone shouted in the darkness, Yang Ling wanted to open his eyes, but his eyes entered the smoke and dust, he stretched out his sleeve to wipe it, and there was mud on his sleeve, his eyes opened, and his eyes became red and swollen.

About a squad of devil soldiers blew up the house behind them and pounced from behind, and the wounded soldiers who were dragged to the back bore the brunt, and were stabbed to death by the devils one by one, and Yang Ling heard a painful wail.

"Three shifts! Class 4! Come with me and destroy them! Yang Ling's teeth creaked, and he was about to ooze blood, so he felt the bayonet on his waist and stuck it on the 38 big cover, and rushed out.

The light was very dim in the darkness, and the street illuminated by the grenades that kept bombing was flickering, and Yang Ling vaguely saw that the devil was holding a bayonet to kill the soldiers.

Before he could get there, a black shadow had already swooped over and knocked Yang Lingfei to the ground, Yang Ling heard a roar, this was a ghost soldier.

Yang Ling was pressed to the ground by the strong devil, the rifle had already been thrown out, and in a hurry, he grabbed a half-cut green brick, and slapped it towards the head of the devil soldier.

With a thud, the head of the ghost soldier was dizzy, and Yang Ling turned over and rode on the ghost soldier, grabbed his neck with his big hand, and directly crushed his Adam's apple.

There were only a dozen or so people left in the third and fourth classes, and they all rushed over at this moment, fighting with the devils in the dark, screaming and screaming, and some people rolled to the ground.