A large area of houses on the west side of the village became a battlefield, with a dense stream of gunfire mixed with a rumbling explosion, and smoke billowing from the burning houses. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The sky-high firelight reflected the figures of those who were frantically dodging bullets on the mottled wall opposite, like ghosts with teeth and claws.

The disheveled devil soldiers relied on the Type 92 heavy machine guns arranged on the wall of the landlord's compound to disrupt the offensive rhythm of the rout.

The routs had been torn apart by roaring machine-gun bullets, twitching and bleeding, and no one wanted to follow in their footsteps, and the routs cursed and scrambled to hide behind the water tanks and walls.

Boom -

From time to time, the flames of the explosion kicked up a sky full of mud and rubble, and the earth shook and the bricks and tiles fell down with a clatter, and a layer of floating ash fell on the shoulders of the routs hiding under the base of the wall.

The smell of gunpowder in the air was choking, the nose was sticky and breathless, and the smell of blood was too heavy.

The gray-faced company commander Wu Jiang pulled the bolt of the gun, shot at the dark front, and hurriedly retracted his body back to the base of the wall, facing the stormy rain of bullets, the slightest hesitation would be beaten into a hornet's nest.

"Battalion commander! We'll have to change the way we play. Wu Jiang shouted at Yang Ling with his throat pulled.

Yang Ling looked at the devil's heavy machine gun that kept spewing out tongues of fire on the wall, his face was full of unwillingness, the devil's reaction speed was too fast, if they were given even two more minutes, they would be able to break into the landlord's compound, but now the landlord's compound has become a fortress of devils.

Yang Ling's voice sounded in the darkness: "Old Wu, feint and try to consume the devil's ammunition."

The company commander Wu Jiang understood, and immediately beckoned the routs who were hiding and did not dare to take the lead to release their guns towards the landlord's compound to attract the fire of the devil's heavy machine gun.

"Li Tiezhu-"

There was no response.

"Li Tiezhu-"

Yang Ling shouted several times without any response, and when he was about to open his mouth to shout again, a deep voice came from the courtyard next to him: "Battalion commander, he is dead."

Yang Ling was stunned for a moment, and rushed into the courtyard in three steps and two steps, before the smoke dissipated, Liu Yidao carried his machete with a curled blade in one hand, and pulled a bloody corpse out of the pile of devil corpses with the other.

Li Tiezhu has a strong temperament, and he has always dared to fight with devils with bayonets, but this time he overturned in the gutter, and in the face of the attack of several devils, he was directly stabbed to the ground.

Before he died, he pulled a grenade, blew himself up with a few devils, looking at the confused face mixed with dust and blood, Yang Ling felt bitter in his heart, Li Tiezhu's sacrifice, there was one less brother who fought side by side on the Songhu battlefield.

Boom -

A grenade fell into the courtyard, and the shock wave of the explosion swept Yang Ling and Liu Yidao to the ground.

"Phew! It's a devil's little steel cannon! Liu Yidao's curse came from the darkness.

Yang Ling felt that his arm hurt badly, and reached out to touch the wet, it should have been scratched by the explosive film, he stood up from the ground, didn't care about sadness, and ordered Liu Yidao: "Old Liu, concentrate all the grenades and short guns, and clear the surrounding yard for me-"

Now the devils are cowering in the corner of the landlord's compound and resisting stubbornly, Yang Ling and their advance speed is fast, many devils are blocked in other courtyards and are divided, Yang Ling is ready to take this part of the devils first.

"Good!" Liu Yidao became murderous at this moment, and immediately strode out of the courtyard.

The surprise attack was a tough battle, it was indeed the ghost soldiers' reaction speed was too fast, but Yang Ling was not too worried, the trapped beast was still fighting, in such a terrain, grenades are better than guns.

Although the devils are better at fighting street battles in these narrow terrains than the routs, before the routs can react, the devils have already taken the lead in occupying the commanding heights and relying on the house to resist, but Yang Ling is confident that he will eat them.

Boom -

The fighting in the village turned from a dense burst of gunfire to a fiery explosion, and the thin air flow mixed with fiery red explosives flew everywhere, and the sky was full of mud and rubble, like a mud rain.

Liu Yidao led people to smash grenades one yard after another, although these houses and yards belonged to the common people, but now the devils occupy them, that is, the fortress, for these fortresses, he did not hesitate to bombard the grenades.

"Grenade! Throw it at me! "Liu Yidao is now like a landlord and an old man, and the grenades gathered by the rout corps are four or five hundred, and he wants to bombard him well and plow the court to sweep the holes!

As soon as Liu Yidao's words fell, several black things suddenly flew out of the swarthy courtyard wall, rolling into the rubble behind Liu Yidao, still gurgling and whirling.

"Fuck, grenades!"

Liu Yidao felt that his body was swept away by the air waves, becoming light and fluttering, and then fell into the rubble with a clatter, grinning in pain.

"Company commander, company commander-" In the dark, someone rushed over and turned Liu over with a knife: "Let's see if he's injured."

Liu Yidao felt that his head was dizzy, and there were thousands of hands touching his face indiscriminately, he felt a little tired and wanted to sleep, but the hands touching his face were really annoying, just like tickling.

"Damn, can you not touch Lao Tzu's face." Liu Yidao was furious.

"The company commander is still alive! The company commander is still alive! ”

Liu Yidao struggled to sit up, but he felt a terrible pain in his back, so let someone help take a look, and a soldier looked at it through the light of the explosion, and Liu Yidao's entire back was blurred with flesh and blood.

"Company commander, you're injured......" Looking at the bloody back, the soldier swallowed, feeling his own pain.

However, Liu Yidao pushed the soldier away, stood up as if nothing happened, pointed to the courtyard wall flying over the grenade, and shouted angrily: "Throw the grenade!" Blow up those crumbs for me! ”

More than 20 grenades flew over the wall one after another, exploding in the courtyard next door, the ground shook as if it had experienced an earthquake, and the bricks at the head of the wall were cut off by the air waves, falling down with a bang, and the smoke and dust were filled.

When the rout soldier climbed over the wall and fell into the courtyard next door, he found that the arms of several ghost soldiers hiding in the courtyard did not know where to fly, and the rest of their stomachs were cut open by the explosion, and they were gurgling and bleeding, and they were already dead.

Liu Yidao was completely angry, he threw a grenade like money, regardless of whether he was a machine gun or a human, after a wild bombing, only parts remained.

Qin Shou led people to ambush behind the ridge on the east side of the village, their task was to block the east side of the village, listening to the lively fighting in the village, the defeated soldiers were ready to try one by one.

But Qin Shou was happy to be idle, lying on his back on a pile of weeds and closing his eyes and pretending to sleep, he didn't care about the hustle and bustle of the village at all, fighting was not a family, it was a dead person, and he wished he had stayed in a safe place all the time.

"The devil is out! The devil is out! ”

Just as Qin Shou was happy to be the audience, more than fifty sneaky ghost soldiers were opened in the east of the village, which made Qin Shou's mood suddenly become bad.

Damn, I really don't let people live in peace! Qin Shou turned over, loaded his 38 rifle, and shouted in a low voice: "Prepare for battle!"