"Brothers, kill!"

"Brothers, fuck these shit!"

"Kill!"

"Da Da Da!"

"Da Da Da!"

The position of the expeditionary force also resounded with earth-shattering cries of killing, and the soldiers were about to crack their eyes, gritting their teeth and spilling the bullets from the weapons in their hands. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the circular sand barricade, a veteran soldier wielded an M2 Browning heavy machine gun, swinging the muzzle from side to side, and the hot bullets were spilled out in a fan shape, and the Japanese troops in front fell down one by one like wheat that had been cut.

"Boom!"

A shell fell three or four meters in front of the sand base, and the strong air wave overturned the heavy machine gun, and the veteran was also overturned in the trench, but in less than a few seconds, the veteran stood up quickly, and suddenly a machine gun with one hand, but did not help up, the veteran looked sideways, only to find that his right arm had disappeared, and the blood from the broken arm was not stopped, and a piece of white bones was forested, but the veteran bit his steel teeth, looked left and right, dragged a soldier from the ground, and roared: "You come, him hard for Lao Tzu!" ”

"Master, I can't, I can't!" The soldier waved his hands together, his young and immature face was not bloody, his eyes were full of endless fear, and even his whole body was trembling.

"Kill them, if you don't kill them, we will all die, hold the gun up, quick!" The veteran was furious and dragged the soldier to the machine gun with his only left hand.

At this moment, several Japanese soldiers suddenly appeared dozens of meters in front of the collapsed sand barrier, and one of them picked up an MP40 submachine gun and fired at the two.

"Be careful!" The veteran howled, knocked the recruit away with his shoulder, but his body trembled, the veteran looked down with unbelievable eyes, only to see that there were four or five more holes in his chest, blood continued to gush out, the veteran staggered two steps, but still did not fall, his eyes turned to the recruit on the ground, raised his left hand and pointed ahead, suddenly "poof", a mouthful of blood splashed, and his body fell down.

"Master!" The recruit let out a heart-rending scream, then suddenly got up, lifted the crane gun at an astonishing speed, pulled the trigger with a wolf howl, swayed from side to side, and the 12.7mm bullet splashed out in a fan shape, and the four little devils at the front of the position were immediately torn to pieces by the hot bullets.

"Ammunition man, come on an ammunition man." The recruits howled, their eyes fierce, and the expression on their faces was already extremely resolute.

Not far to the left of the recruit, there was an equally young and immature face, his left hand drooped, blood slid down his fingertips and fell to the ground drop by drop, and a pool of blood had already flowed from the ground that was trampled very smooth, the soldier lay on the trench, with his shoulder against the butt of the AK47, pulled the trigger with one hand, and used the swing of his body to move the muzzle and strafe the bullet.

Further ahead, a tall second lieutenant, with a hideous face, holding an AK47, sometimes shooting, sometimes sweeping, immediately transfer the position after hitting a shuttle of bullets, the tactical action is skillful in place, fast and rapid, one person controls the trench nearly ten meters long, more and more casualties, many places in the trench have been absent, but he relied on his individual ability, the Japanese army in front of him was suppressed a hundred meters away, and a piece of Japanese corpses had fallen on the front of the position.

Behind him, there was only one private, and a one-legged private, his right leg severed from below the knee, the wound had obviously been treated, and gauze was tied to the fracture.

The private dragged the mutilated body, crawled back and forth on the ground, collected the magazines on the fallen comrades, and then placed the trenches more than one meter high one by one, and the body that was no longer able to stand upright, so that he could complete this task very laboriously, but every time he could lean his back against the trench, kick the ground with his only left leg, slowly support his body, and put the magazine on the trench with his backhand, and they were all extremely convenient positions, which could ensure that the second lieutenant could easily get it when he turned around in the next tactical move.

Often after completing a mission, the private's face will be a little more ugly, and in the trench, there will be an extra trail of blood.

Just when the private had just placed the magazine on the trench again, and was resting against the trench, a grenade exploded above his head, fortunately he was in the dead end of the shell, and the grenade did not pose a threat to him, and the inertia made him immediately prostrate on the ground, but this action made the second lieutenant on the side very nervous, and a vertical leap came to his side, helped the private up, and shouted: "Dog, are you okay?" ”

The private shook his head, shook off the dust in his hair, and squeezed out a heartbreaking laugh on his pale face: "Platoon commander, I'm fine!" ”

"It's okay, we are left with you and me, the task of blocking the enemy has not been completed, you kid still have to live well with Lao Tzu."

"Yes, platoon commander." Private straightened his chest, beads of sweat rolling down his face.

At this moment, the pupils of the private contracted rapidly, and suddenly let out a miserable scream: "Platoon commander be careful!" ”

The body swelled almost at the same time, and the second lieutenant was thrown under his body.

There was a loud "boom", and a grenade exploded less than two meters from the side of them.

Dust fell in a puff of dust on the back of the private, which had been blown to pieces by the shells, and soon melted with blood.

"Dog!"

The second lieutenant platoon commander let out a miserable cry, quickly pushed away the private, hugged his body, and shouted: "Dog, you can't die, Lao Tzu ordered you not to die, you haven't seen your son yet, you can't fucking die!" ”

The private's closed eyes actually slowly opened, and he looked at the second lieutenant platoon commander blankly, slowly raised his right hand, and pulled out a black-and-white photo from the pocket of his jacket.

In the photo, there is a young woman with a delicate face, holding a tiger-headed boy in her arms, estimated to be a year old, grinning innocently with a small mouth that has not yet grown teeth.

The private extended the photo to the second lieutenant platoon commander, looked at the photo affectionately, and said in a weak tone with infinite affection: "Platoon commander, me? No, I can't kill devils with you, please tell my daughter-in-law, let her take care of our child, and when he grows up, continue? Kill ghosts? Sub"

The private's eyes were closed, and his outstretched arm fell to the ground softly, but he was still holding the photo tightly in his hand, and the child's smile in the photo was still innocent.

"Little devil, Lao Tzu rubs your grandma!" The second lieutenant platoon commander let out a wild roar, stuffed the photo in the private's hand into his jacket pocket, picked up the AK47 on the ground, stood upright, gritted his teeth and swept the bullets out of the gun, and the little devils with a front line of less than fifty meters suddenly fell in rows.