Yang Ling's cold face had been scorched black by the smoke of gunpowder, revealing only a pair of dark and deep eyes exuding a chilling glow, his body swaying with the clatter of the machine gun, and the muzzle of the gun was still spitting tongues of fire, as if it was not stopping. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The remnants of the soldier responsible for feeding the Type 92 heavy machine gun were choked by the smoke and coughed, and his hands did not stop feeding the bullet plates into the magazine, and then turned into a demon who harvested life.

The two remnants of the soldiers who were squatting on the ground let the continuous bullet casings fall on the brim of their hats, without raising their heads, their hearts beating rhythmically with the roar of the machine guns, and their hands and feet neatly pressed the bullets into the empty bullet plates.

The power of the Type 92 heavy machine gun is amazing, and the 7.7 mm bullet can penetrate a 12 mm steel plate at a distance of 200 meters, not to mention flesh and blood.

The recruits were afraid of artillery, the veterans were afraid of machine guns, and in the face of this heavy machine gun that could penetrate the body, the devil tasted pain for the first time.

The two devil squads that rushed to the front were like fallen leaves in the autumn wind, and after being swept by the powerful bullets, only the fragmented bodies were left on the ground, and the wounded soldiers who were not dead lay on the ground and let out a miserable howl like killing pigs, and they were covered in blood and climbed on the ground and retreated, dragging a blood mark on the ground.

The Type 92 heavy machine gun was still roaring, and the bullets formed a barrage to envelop the devils, blood splattered, earth and rocks flew wildly, and the devil soldiers suffered heavy casualties.

The remnants of the devil soldiers lay on the ground and began to return fire, the messy gunfire mixed with the clatter of the crooked light machine gun rang out, the bullets flew indiscriminately and the sandbags popped, and the raised mud and sand splashed onto the bombardier's face, and he felt a hot pain.

Yang Ling didn't shout to stop, he didn't dare to let go, and let the hot elastic plate burn his hands to the flesh, grinning in pain.

"Suppress! Fire! Fire! ”

Lieutenant Autumn Night roared angrily, watching his smashed subordinates moan in pain on the ground, his teeth creaking, his eyes full of resentment.

The devil's heavy machine gun fired, and the same Type 92 heavy machine gun, with its powerful bullets, swept towards the sandbag bunker with unstoppable arrogance.

The heavy machine gun in Yang Ling's hand finally muted after roaring for three minutes, and the bombardier was shattered in the head by the flying stray bullets.

"Here's a bombardier!"

Without hesitation, one of the remnants crouched on the ground stood up and removed the dead cartridge feeder and took his place.

Taking advantage of the heavy machine gun dud fire, more than a dozen devil riflemen had already braved their waists to approach forward with the cover of craters and corpses, trying to rush over.

After only a few dozen seconds of pause, the heavy machine gun that made Lieutenant Akino resentful began to roar again, and the devil soldiers who rushed forward lay on the ground, unable to take a single step forward.

The heavy machine gun began to shoot extended, and a barrage was fired from near to far, and the devils lying on the ground along the way tried to dodge with frightened faces, but it was too late, and the bullet pierced the steel helmet, shattered the skull, and shattered the body, as if it was a demon with eyes.

The devil's grenadier squad was about to blast out the heavy machine gun hidden behind the trench, but Yang Ling had already set his eyes on them, and the high-speed explosive bullets were fired out in a row, and the grenadier squad four hundred meters away was directly scrapped, and the power of the heavy machine gun was fully exerted at this moment.

"From the flanks! Outflank them! ”

Lieutenant Akino saw the heavy machine gun, which never seemed to stop, and turned his head and roared at the devil lieutenant.

The two devil lieutenants knew that their commander was in a bad mood, and immediately each took two squads of devil soldiers to the sides without making a sound, preparing to outflank Yang Ling and their back.

Damn it! Wait! Lieutenant Akino saw the outflanked ghost soldiers on both sides set off, and the anger in his heart calmed down a little, as long as he outflanked him, none of the Chinese who were cowering in the bunker could escape.

Looking at those ghost soldiers curled up on the ground and moaning in pain, Lieutenant Akino's swarthy face couldn't help but twitch, damn it!

Yang Ling also saw the ghost soldiers who were about to outflank from both sides, but he didn't stop shooting, the heavy machine gun was still roaring, as if he was unwilling to run out of bullets, and the violent noise made Lieutenant Qiu Ye crazy.

More than 9,000 lethal heavy machine gun rounds were all shot out by Yang Ling like splashing water, sweeping from far to near, from left to right, and there was no longer a standing devil soldier within the range of machine gun fire.

According to Yang Ling's own estimates, at least twenty or thirty devils were killed and injured, and the injured devils were still lying on the ground moaning, and the ground was blood-red.

The yellowish smoke from the machine gun enveloped the simple machine gun bunker, and the empty shells continued to jump out with the screeching sound of metal.

"Deputy Yang Lian, there are no bullets!" The remnant soldier in charge of the bullet plate shouted at Yang Ling.

The machine guns finally stopped roaring, and the trenches were already yellow-orange-orange, full of empty shell casings, and the blood seeping from the bodies of the dead ammunition suppliers was dazzling.

"Withdraw!"

Yang Ling ran at the end, the two melon grenades in his hands bumped together, and then threw them at the heavy machine gun that had no bullets, even if he withdrew, he would not leave it to the devil.

The smoke of the explosion drowned out the Type 92 heavy machine gun, and the sandbags that used as bunkers around it were overturned, and the machine gun was blown into a pile of fragments.

Yang Ling and the two remnants snorted and retreated along the communication trench to the trench behind, and in the bunkers on both sides, the other two groups of remnants were also ready to attack.

More than a dozen devils trotted towards the position with bright bayonets in their heads, trying to outflank Yang Ling and their rear roads.

"It's coming... Come... Finish. The remnant observer hidden in the trench saw the ghost soldier trotting over, and his voice trembled a little, and he didn't know whether he was excited or afraid.

One of the older remnants clutched a light machine gun tightly in his hand and said, "Steady, wait until they get close to fight."

The dull footsteps of the devil soldiers were getting closer and closer, and the faces of the three remnants of the soldiers with their backs to the trenches tense, waiting to attack.

"Hit!" Estimating that the time was almost up, the older remnant soldier suddenly shouted, and his body suddenly stood up, and the muzzle of the light machine gun was already aimed at the ghost soldier who was approaching two hundred meters.

Dada-da

Three crooked light machine guns rang out at the same time, and the water-like bullets shrouded directly towards the devil who was trotting.

The devil soldiers didn't expect that there were still people ambushing them here, and they were suddenly caught off guard, and a cloud of blood mist burst out of the devil's chest, which was directly beaten into a sieve by the dense rain of bullets.

More than a dozen devil soldiers were reimbursed in just a few tens of seconds, and the rest of the devils were so frightened that they immediately fell to the ground and found cover to fight back.

The whistling of the crooked light machine guns mixed with the sporadic return fire of the 38 large cover rifles sounded on both sides of the position, and the devils who were outflanked from both flanks encountered head-on attacks and were forced to retreat.

The devil's tactics are very simple, once the front is blocked, 80% of them will send detachments to attack from both wings, Yang Ling has already figured it out, so he made arrangements in advance.

Last night, they fought out the devils in the position, and they captured a lot of weapons from the devil soldiers, and now these weapons have become sharp weapons for harvesting devils.

In the past, the devil used these weapons to shoot the Chinese defenders in patches, but now Yang Ling is ready to collect some interest first, so that the little devil can also know what it is like to be suppressed by firepower and taste the taste of bullets.