"Haha, get rich, get rich. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

The fat man Tian San was so happy that his face was about to bloom, and he ran to the corpse of the dead devil, tore open and stuffed the devil's biscuits into his mouth, while busy hugging the 38 big cover rifles, armed belts, kettles and other equipment to his body, picking up the rags alive.

The rest of the remnants of the soldiers also followed the same example, and began to sweep around the corpses of devils, during this time they followed Yang Ling to kill a lot of devils, and they have long been familiar with cleaning up the loot, ensuring that nothing will be left behind.

Yang Ling picked up the devil's new 38 big cover rifle, pulled the bolt to test the feel, rubbed and aimed, and finally nodded all over the ground and threw his original 38 big cover rifle to an excited remnant.

The 38 cover he captured first was originally good, but later when he was defending the position, he was bombarded by the devil's heavy artillery, and it wore out a lot, so he changed to a convenient gun as soon as possible.

The gun is the second life of the soldier, a good gun can invisibly improve in his own strength, although Yang Ling's marksmanship is very good, but if there is a good gun, he can play his level more stably.

Straddled the selected 38 big cover on his shoulder, he squatted down again to untie the armed belt on the devil's body and tie it to his body, there are guns without bullets and burning sticks, the bullets captured last time are now out of stock, and he now urgently needs to replenish ammunition.

Most of the bullets used in the Hanyang-made rifles and Zhongzheng rifles of the Chinese army are 7.92 mm bullets, while the devil's 38 big cover rifle uses 6.5 mm bullets, so now Yang Ling and their 38 big cover can only find devil soldiers to replenish ammunition.

In addition to rifles and bullets, Yang Ling selectively took some dry food and a water bottle, and threw the rest of the things to the remnants to divide up.

In addition to the old smoking guns that went to pursue, there were 14 corpses of devils lying here, and a crooked machine gun was seized, ten rifles, hundreds of bullets, and more than 20 melon grenades, which made the remnants of the soldiers ruthlessly become landlords and old money, and they were excited.

If they encounter such a powerful devil head-on, the remnants of the soldiers will only have to run away, because a crooked machine gun is enough to suppress them so that they can't raise their heads.

Fortunately, this was a well-planned ambush, and before the devils could react, most of them were killed and wounded by grenades, and then it was hand-to-hand combat, and their machine gunners were the first to be killed, and they didn't even get a chance to shoot.

The remnants of the soldiers are now completely convinced of Yang Ling, they have not met Yang Ling before they have been beaten by the devil in the back, but since following Yang Ling, beating the little devil is as easy as chopping melons and vegetables, and I always feel that the little devil is not beaten.

The corpses of the two remnants were quietly placed on the ground, they were the first to charge the devil, but they died the fastest, they fought with bayonets and were not the opponent of the devil at all, just one shot was stabbed to the ground by the devil, and died because of excessive bleeding.

"Bury it in place." Yang Ling squatted down and tidied up the dirty gray military uniforms of the two remnants, and commanded the rest of the remnants.

Fighting will kill people, this is inevitable at any time, Yang Ling didn't want the remnants of the soldiers to have casualties, so he didn't take them to attack the devil head-on, but risked himself to lure the devil into their ambush circle.

Even if he has worked hard, he still can't avoid casualties, it's not that you can't die if you don't want to die, war is like this, no one knows that tomorrow and the accident will come first.

Luo Dayong and the remnants of the soldiers dug the dirt with bayonets along the large pit blown by the grenade, preparing to bury the two dead remnants, which was the only thing they could do now.

Thinking that there are still people digging pits and burying the dead now, and he may be in the wilderness when the time comes, Luo Dayong's heart is blocked, and he said to the remnants of the soldiers: "If I die that day, you have to find me a place with good feng shui to bury, I don't want to lie in this damp and dark reed." ”

"Brother Luo, why are you saying these frustrating words, didn't Brother Yang say it, we will defeat the devil and win." Li Mazi was very optimistic and comforted Luo Dayong.

"Whether we can live or not has a bullshit relationship with victory, maybe we will die before we see the day of victory."

"It seems to be right," Li Mazi scratched his head: "Brother Luo, if I die, you have to find me a good feng shui place to bury it, and I don't want to lie in this damp and dark reed." ”

"We don't know who will die first, let's talk about it then." Luo Dayong lowered his head and began to dig the dirt hard, the topic of death was always a little heavier, although the remnants of the soldiers were reluctant to mention it in their daily hip-hop fights, but they knew in their hearts and understood their situation.

They themselves may die at any time, maybe it's just a matter of a bullet, they don't have any confidence in their hearts about whether they can live until tomorrow, they just hope that someone will bury them when they die, bury a plot with good feng shui, and that's enough.

It didn't take long for the old smoker to come back with a few remnants of the soldiers, and dragged back the corpses of three devils.

"Damn, the little devil is slippery and like a loach, and he chased three after chasing for a long time." The old smoker sat on the ground, panting, obviously very dissatisfied with his results.

In the past, they always didn't want the devil to press and beat, and they have been dying on their side, and they were aggrieved in their hearts, but now they finally beat the devil in an ambush, and let the devil run a lot, which made the old smoker have a feeling that the cooked duck flew, and he was very unhappy.

"Run, run, a few stragglers can't make any big waves." Yang Ling looked at it very openly, comforting the old smoking gun.

Compared with the few little devils who escaped into the reeds, Yang Ling was more worried that there would be 200,000 devils to join this war, and how they should keep themselves safe in this doomed war.

It is obviously unrealistic to want to get out of the battlefield now, he has considered that the overseers who are now part of the war zone are not vegetarians, once they are caught as deserters, you will be pulled out and killed without even having a chance to explain......

"This way, this way." Just as Yang Ling was thinking about where to go in the future, the reeds in the distance were full of people, and a large number of people were coming towards this side.