The brethren lowered their guns in unison, waiting with bated breath for the devil to come up, although they could already see the ugly face under the devil's steel helmet, but they were not a little nervous. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

They can be regarded as veterans who have fought many vicious battles with real swords and guns with devils, and they have also fought a lot of positional battles and white-knuckle battles.

They have been farmers for generations, and they were afraid of devils like demons in the early days, but after a few battles, they finally understood.

Although the little devils are fierce in battle, they are mortal after all, and a bullet can still kill them.

Moreover, now they have brothers who share life and death fighting side by side, and they also have a respected commander like Yang Ling who is calmly commanding, and the bulging bullet bag on their waists makes them even more confident.

So the bullets of the little devils whizzed around, but the brothers lay motionless on their respective battle positions, calm as sculptures.

The little devils are not only well-equipped, but also well-trained, they pull out the skirmishers, alternately cover and leap towards the mountain, and the obscenity is really not good.

When Captain Koi was still two hundred meters away from the mountain, he leaned against a wooden stake that had been cut off by artillery fire and began to observe the movement of the mountain.

The team running at the front was already a hundred meters away from the top of the mountain, and the reconnaissance bullets had made the mountain dusty, but the hill was eerily quiet, which made him smell something unusual.

Although he was brave and warlike, he was able to serve as a squadron commander, and his head was not stupid, and he did not think that the Chinese troops on the hill were all under fire.

He waved his hand at the grenadiers and machine gunners behind him: "Cover! ”

The Heavy quickly descended down the hill and set his machine gun up on the hill, and the grenadiers stopped, ready to support the 1st Infantry Platoon walking in front of them.

Yang Ling had been observing the movements of the devils, and found that there were only more than fifty devils who came up, and most of the rest slowed down halfway up the hill, and immediately realized the problem.

"Wang Huzi, let people shoot a few shots and lure the devil over!" Yang Ling waved lightly towards Wang Huzi, who was lying not far away.

Wang Huzi understood, inserted his shell gun back into the holster on his waist, grabbed the 79 rifle that was full of bullets, and ordered: "Third squad, give me a fight-"

"Bang!" With the recoiled of the rifle in pain in his shoulder, a cloud of blood burst out from the chest of a devil who was leaping towards the mountain, and his body rolled backwards and down the hillside.

More than a dozen brothers in the third class, under Wang Huzi's order, also pulled the trigger one after another and opened fire, and the whistling bullets shrouded the little devil's head.

"Bang dang!"

"Poof!"

"Ahh

The brothers fired calmly, the scorching bullets piercing the devils' bodies, shattering their necks and heads, screaming and muffled gunshots, and blood rushing wildly.

Captain Koi heard the sparse gunfire finally ring out on the mountain, and a sinister smile flashed across his face.

He originally thought that the Chinese army would play tricks, so for the sake of safety, he just let a small team rush forward to reconnoitre, and most of them slowed down halfway up the hill, ready to support or evacuate at any time and bombard again.

But he was relieved by the sparse gunfire on the hill, and he judged from the sound of gunfire that most of the Chinese troops on the hill should have been killed in the fire.

"These people really don't have a long memory." Thinking that most of the Chinese troops had been wiped out by artillery fire, Captain Koi secretly slandered in his heart.

As a squadron commander who has risen step by step from a soldier, Captain Koi is not only ruthless in his methods, but also has a wealth of combat experience.

After judging that the strength of the Chinese army on the hill was running out, he quickly changed the first tentative attack to a real attack, preparing to take the hill in one fell swoop.

"Attack!"

Captain Koi let out a low roar, and the ghost soldiers around him who had been slowing down moved when they heard the sound.

These devil soldiers, whose eyes radiated the light of beasts, changed their obscene posture and began to stride directly towards the mountain with bright bayonets.

The devil's machine gunner also pulled the trigger, and strings of bullets flew up the hill, covering the infantry charging towards the hill.

"The little devil is here! Get ready for battle! ”

Seeing the ghost soldiers rushing towards the hill in the dark, the shouts and low roars of the platoon commanders of each company also rang out one after another.

The brethren twisted the grenade and pulled the bolt of the gun, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

The devil was like a ferocious beast, arrogant and arrogant, completely ignoring the sporadic bullets, and rushed towards the hill without dodging or dodging, approaching a distance of thirty meters in a few breaths.

"Hit!" Yang Ling opened the insurance and pulled the trigger without hesitation on the several devil soldiers who were leaning over him.

"Poof!"

A series of blood sprays exploded on the chest of the devil soldier, and the splattered blood mist was dazzling and gorgeous.

The ghost soldier who was shot was stunned, then fell backwards and rolled down the hillside.

The brothers who had been waiting for a long time pulled the trigger and opened fire on the devil, and the bullets splashed like water towards the devil.

Under this dense barrage of fire chains, the devils who stood up and went to the top of the mountain were harvested in the diffuse blood mist, like wheat harvesting.

The ferocious firepower that suddenly poured down from the hill took Captain Koi by surprise, and he did not expect that he was still deceived by the tactics of the Chinese army.

Captain Koi's teeth creaked as he watched his subordinates in front of him continue to be torn apart by machine-gun bullets, their heads bursting like watermelons.

But now that they were within a hundred meters of the mountain, he was not willing to retreat, and he roared, "Rush up! Destroy the people of China! ”

The surrounding devil soldiers were so suppressed by the ferocious fire that they couldn't raise their heads, and when they heard the captain's order, they began to rush towards the hill with a roar.

The eyes of these little devils exuded bloodthirsty madness, and in the face of their companions who were constantly being shot and fell to the ground, they continued to attack the hill by stepping on the corpses, and they were about to rush up the mountain.

"Grenade! Throw it all out for Lao Tzu! ”

Seeing the approaching little devil, the brothers did not hesitate to throw strings of smoke-emitting grenades.

"Boom!"

Trembling explosions rose and fell on the hillside, and the powerful shock wave continued to blow the devil away, but in the smoke of gunpowder, the devil still rushed up with red eyes.

"Machine guns! Suppress the devils! The brothers didn't expect the devil to be so deadly, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

The machine gunners in the machine gun position kept their machine guns low, and the short and long bursts were intertwined to form a network of firepower, tearing the devils they collided with to pieces.

But the little devil was not to be outdone, and the grenades fired by the grenadiers also flew up with a roar and landed around the machine gun position, and several machine gun fire points were blown to pieces in the thick black smoke.

Bullets and explosives scattered everywhere shrouded the mountain, and a broken arm fell beside Yang Ling, and he could clearly see the exposed white bones in a bloody mess.

"Wang Zikun, what are you waiting for! Defeat the grenadiers of the devil for Lao Tzu! Yang Ling was also enraged and yelled at Wang Zikun.

As soon as Yang Ling's words fell, Wang Zikun opened fire on the devil grenadiers hiding behind the infantry.

"Bang!"

With the dull sound of gunfire, the bullets flew out rapidly, and the head of the devil soldier who was half-crouching to operate the grenadier burst open like a ripe watermelon, and the blood mist in the sky was scattered.

The other devil grenadier standing next to him froze, wiped a handful of blood splashed on his face, picked up the grenade that had rolled to the ground, and prepared to continue firing.

"Bang!" Another gunshot rang out, and the devil grenadier was punched a hole in his chest, and his body shook, and he fell to the ground unwillingly.

Wang Zikun and the sharpshooters, who were hiding everywhere, began to kill the devil grenadiers, and unexpectedly killed many grenadiers.

But the devils were not slow to react, and when they found that someone was targeting their grenadiers, the old devils with good marksmanship quickly fell down and fired back, covering the grenadiers to move their positions.

There were also devil grenadiers who quickly judged the position of the cold gun, turned the barrel, and bombarded the hidden Wang Zikun.

Several brothers shot out a few devil grenadiers, and the grenadiers were not transferred in time, and with a boom, they were blown away by the explosion.