At this time, the fat man was not afraid to make a sound, he inserted two guns into the holster, grabbed the crooked machine gun, and fired at the little devil who rushed over.

What light machine gun continuously strafed the muzzle jump, the reason for not guaranteeing accuracy, he didn't care at all, the little devil who returned to help was dozens of meters away from the little devil brigade headquarters, he pressed the muzzle and fired, and he was not afraid of going empty.

More than a dozen little devils who rushed fast were swept down like wheat cuts.

I didn't have time to press the bullet, so I took out twenty shots and shot it, the little devil was too close to kill.

Maybe it was because the moment the captain was hacked to death by him, the little devil didn't see it, but he actually held a 38 cover with a bayonet, and while retracting the bullets, he screamed and charged frantically, for fear that he would accidentally injure the captain.

"Ping Pong ......" Pan Tianlong's group of bandits will not be polite, they don't have the spirit of bushido, and they can use guns to fight without knives when they haven't had hand-to-hand combat.

At such a close distance, both sides were on fire, and the fear in Pan Tianlong's heart was completely thrown into the country of Guava at this time, and several brothers fell in a round of charge, and at this moment, seeing the little devil rushing up, it also made his liver angry.

Picking up the big knife, Pan Tianlong shouted: "His grandmother's, the little devil Lao Tzu is your eighteenth generation ancestor!" ”

Immediately, this goods has been the first to rush out!

When those bandits in Panlong Mountain saw that the boss was so bloody and desperate to find the little devils, they all raised their knives and followed Pantianlong to kill them.

When the fat man saw it, he didn't hesitate to pick up the sapper shovel and jump out of the fortifications, and only flesh and blood can offset the little devil's firepower advantage.

This kind of scene of rushing and killing. He used to be very resistant. He can't play to his strengths at all.

But people have come to this time. But as long as there is a trace of blood, and he still admits that he is a descendant of Yan and Huang, he will not cower, he is a seven-foot man made of blood and flesh, and no one is wrong!

Pan Tianlong and his brothers have no reason, they just want to kill the little devil, and the chaos of the formation can be imagined.

Fortunately, the fat man still retains his sanity. Without being brainwashed by murder, he shouted to the group of bandits who had forgotten the position of the formation he had explained in advance: "The swordsman is on the periphery, the gunner is inside!" ”

It's a pity that it's too late, the team has already been strangled with the little devils, and the queue that he arranged in advance, the outer bandits' big knives against the little devils' bayonets, and the internal gunners assisting the peripheral knife men are completely unformed.

After all, these bandits are not brothers in Hukou Mountain, they have not undergone any training, as long as the boss roars, they will follow one after another.

"Fuck it!" After cursing, he had no way to control the situation. I can only risk my life to kill more little devils.

But dozens of bandits have to face the return of hundreds of little devils, which is tantamount to a mantis arm blocking the car.

The fat man planned in advance. The bandits who led Panlong Mountain resisted the return of the little devils, and the other bandits who supported the support, everyone would reconcile, and the plan to attack again was shattered in an instant because of the chaotic charge of these bandits.

A little devil is holding a three-eight big cover, and the bright bayonet is an assassination at him.

Without hesitation, he swung the shovel with one hand, directly knocked the assassinated bayonet aside, measured his body, and smoothly let go of the edge of the bayonet, and held twenty shots in his other hand to raise his hand.

This little devil's head is like a watermelon, and he was shot in the head by a modified bullet.

Then, he waved his hand and led a shot to destroy another little devil who rushed over, and the sapper shovel came out directly and smashed it into the little devil on the left.

The little devil who rushed from the left did not get close to the bayonet, and was directly slashed into the chest by the sharp blade of the flying sapper shovel, and died on the spot.

The twenty shots in the fat man's hand were fired continuously, each shot was better than killing a little devil, such a close distance, ten meters was not enough, and the bullets were all direct headshots.

The little devil likes to return the bullet, whether it is for fear of accidental injury, or for other reasons, which gives Twenty Rings the advantage of playing, no matter how fast the stab is, it is faster than the bullet?

Of course, if there is nothing to block the bayonet, there will always be little devils rushing in front of him.

So after clearing the little devils around, he stepped forward directly, grabbed the sapper shovel that cut into the face of the little devil in his hand, and pulled out the sapper shovel with all his might, and the little devil's blood gushed like a spring, spraying him all over, bloody.

Song Ming followed him closely, for fear that he would have an accident, but Song Ming was not comfortable, although he stretched out his hand well, but in the face of the decisive charge of hundreds of little devils, his personal ability was not at all.

Bear did not join the scuffle as he ordered, because it was up to Bear to build a line of defense.

"Refill the magazine!" The bear was annoyed that if the monkey was there, or if the other brothers in the cottage were there, they would have helped him change his magazine.

When changing the magazine, as long as he shouts this, after Zhang Liguo's training, the person who acts as the deputy machine gunner will complete the action of pulling the magazine and inserting the new magazine at the moment when the bear pulls the bolt, so that the Czech style can maintain continuous firepower.

But this brother Panlongshan didn't understand any of this at all, he just pressed the bullets in the magazine, and the bear had to change the magazine himself, and the Czech-style sustaining ability could not be reflected at all, and the bear could only directly finish the twenty rounds in the magazine and then change it.

In the gap of the Czech-style magazine changer, if it weren't for Zhang Liguo, who was in the distance, to shoot the little devil who rushed over with the sniper 98K in his hand, the brother Bear and Panlongshan would have to be forced to move and give up the little devil's crooked machine gun bunker.

Replaced with a new magazine, as soon as the bear pulled the bolt, the devils who rushed over with Czech aim began to shoot, which brought great damage to the little devils and relieved the pressure of the bandits.

It's a pity that if these bandits charged in accordance with the formation arranged by the fat man in advance, and the knife and gunmen alternately covered, even if the bandits in Panlong Mountain were small in number, they would not have been so seriously attritioned as they are now.

Zhang Liguo, who was in charge of the sniper, was nearly 200 meters away from the frontal fight, and he witnessed the rapid attrition of the bandits in Panlong Mountain.

There was a brother who was two or three people who cooperated to deal with a little devil, but they couldn't get into the little devil's body, so he stabbed the little devil with a bayonet.

Some even lost the lives of five or six brothers before they killed a little devil.

One inch is long and one inch is strong, in the era of cold weapons, this is the wise saying!

Excluding surprise soldiers, bows and crossbows, and white-knuckle warfare with cold weapons, countless wars have all proved the power of long, both in the East and in the East.

The fat man will not say that these bandits fight the scum, these bandits are the real iron-blooded men, and when it comes to facing the invaders, they are not bad.

He knew too well the results of bayonets against broadswords, because before he crossed over, he had seen the armed police specifically compare bayonets against broadswords.

The result of the comparison was unexpected, and at that time, he could imagine how brutal the battle between the Chinese army and the little devil armed with a big knife was.

Coupled with the little devil's stabbing quality, he would arrange for the gunner to assist the knifeman's white-knuckle combat tactics before, but now it is completely useless.

In just half an hour of white-knuckle fighting, more than 50 people had already been lying down in Panlong Mountain, and the little devils had left nearly 100 corpses.

It's actually a 1-2 record...... Well, most of them were directly shot by Bear and Zhang Liguo, and more than 20 corpses of little devils were the credit of Fat Man and Song Ming.

In addition to the exclusion of Panlonglong, who killed six with one knife and one shot, Panlong Mountain exchanged more than 50 lives for more than 10 little devils, and the actual battle loss ratio was five to one...... (To be continued......)