Dance of life and death, drumming in the open space. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Yang Guan strolls in the bombs, trampling the death dance steps, and the melody of the roar of death, bravely riding the wave of demon soul devouring and facing a bright future.

The Japanese bombers flew into the air, dropped bombs like rain, and fell with a sharp whistling sound, and the touching wheel exploded in succession.

The thunder rolled like a tide, the mountains and rivers roared, the earth wailed, and the sand tide danced with shrapnel.

Being in it is like a fallen leaf in the waves, swaying and floating in the waves......

After several lives and deaths, he finally broke through under the nose of death and ushered in a dawn.

At this moment, he squatted on the mountain bag, raised his gun to lock on the bomber that was about to evacuate, calibrated the ballistic deviation, and decisively pulled the trigger.

The firing pin of the heavy machine gun touched the bursting primer, and the gunpowder burned, expanding rapidly, reaching the limit and spitting out the warhead.

The 12.7 mm warhead, which rose into the air with a roar and carried the idea of revenge, crossed a distance of more than a thousand meters.

"Ding Ding Ding" hit the bomber's fuel tank, hit the sparks, ignited the more hot fuel, made it instantly expand, and burst out with a "boom" thunder.

A bomber exploded in the air, and the flames flashed and fell to pieces.

The Martyrdom shook large swaths of the space, stirring the air.

The remaining five bombers were disturbed by the shock wave, the fuselage jolted, and in panic dodged the torrent of debris and deflected course.

One of them was closest to the explosion point, the engine was hit by debris, and black smoke came out.

As a result, the flight attitude was unstable, and it was only a matter of time before the plane slid down diagonally, and the plane crashed.

This is locking, destroying the leader, bringing unexpected gains.

This is not the end, Lao Tzu has to calculate the general ledger and collect interest.

Turning the muzzle sensitively, locking, firing, the bullet rageously rose into the air, and in anticipation hit another bomber.

It is a pity that the distance was too far, the trajectory deviated slightly, and one of the bullets pierced the right wing engine of the bomber.

The right wing of the bomber lost momentum, smoke came out, gradually deviated from course, and fell diagonally.

The remaining three bombers fled in panic and disappeared into the distance.

"Ah......" Yang Guan raised his heavy machine gun and shouted to the sky, venting the anger in his chest, which was also a unique celebration.

Shangcang celebrated his birthday, and Lao Tzu survived.

Coincidentally, there was a roar from the northeast, mixed with extreme anger and hatred.

Nearly drowning in hatred, Saburo Kawamoto slumped into a ruined place, stroking the bloody sand with one hand and slapping his lame leg with the other.

Hate is higher than the sky, once he was lame by the devil, and he couldn't keep up with the pace of pursuit.

can only follow the line, become a mourner, and accept the humiliation of defeat.

"Devil, I must kill you!" Saburo Kawamoto roared down the hillside, unwillingly hideous on his face, distorting his heart.

The sound echoed in the valley, long and continuous, between the mountains and ravines.

Yang Guan heard it, looked sideways, a smile bloomed on his cheeks, and without replying, he fired a shuttle of bullets to the northeast with a crane gun.

Declare war, come on, Lao Tzu is waiting for you to come and send him to death.

The signal for battle was sent, and the gun was immediately put away and ignored.

Carry a gun on your shoulder, raise your eyes and make rounds.

The morning sun is shining, shining with thousands of golden rays, dazzling the eyes, making the body and mind warm.

The sky is high and the clouds are light, and a few thin clouds ripple in the air, swimming with the wind, fickle and free.

The wind and sun were beautiful and peaceful, but the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Looking down, the eyes were devastated, and a piece of scorched earth reflected a layer of ghostly light under the morning sun, emitting black gunsmoke.

The black smoke with a choking smell swirled in the breeze and drifted into the air.

Infected with the air, mixed with the wind, blowing through a scorched earth, rolling up countless sand and dust and disappearing into the distance.

Only the black-brown land remains, showing the vicissitudes of life in the morning sun.

The original mountain packs disappeared and became potholed sand.

This is the ruins of war, buried with fragments of industry, and a large number of living lives.

In the coming year, there may be vegetation growing here, which is very luxuriant and produces extremely bright flowers, but it must be highly poisonous.

Damn little devil, it's all the sins you brought, hey, why is it gone?

The little devil retreated, and there was no sign of anyone in sight.

Yang Guan didn't find any signs of the little devil, and gradually weakened his vigilance, his whole body relaxed, the pain of the wound spread all over his body, and his stomach was so hungry that he screamed.

Frowning, he no longer stayed, turned and retreated to the top of the mountain, trampling on the blood-stained sandy land, and moving forward without hurry.

Greeted him all the way, walked slowly to the middle of the sand canal, and sat down at a table made of several wooden planks.

The wounded soldiers were served steaming meals, flatbreads, canned beef, all of which were food offered by the little devils.

The world is big, the belly is the biggest, and you can eat it unceremoniously.

The righteous sister came with a woman, twisting the plaster box, and couldn't help but treat her wounds.

The face is distressed, tears are swaying, and it is sad.

Emotionally uncomfortable, sour, and inexplicably hot-eyed......

No, Lao Tzu is an iron-blooded god of war, and he must not show his feelings, only accompanied by iron-blooded!

In order to expel the little devils, in order to establish an image, in order to protect the treasure......

"All ministries report the results of the battle, and everything is very detailed." Yang Guan ordered loudly, forcibly suppressing the feelings in his heart.

The battle gradually surfaced, exposed to the morning sun, which was a mixed blessing.

After a whole night of fighting, the results were brilliant and the capture was quite large.

According to rough statistics, more than 400 little devils were annihilated, including one junior officer, four captains, eight lieutenants, and thirteen second lieutenants.

The officers are too extraordinary, because there are special types of devils, most of them are shrewd old devils, and their military ranks are relatively high.

Eighteen medium mortars with 172 shells were captured.

Eight light mortars with 31 shells.

Six grenadiers and twenty-three shells.

There were two heavy machine guns, eight sniper rifles, more than 700 grenades, eight light machine guns, 237 38 large covers, and more than 7,000 rounds of ammunition.

There were a few supplies and food to last the team for two days.

On the occasion of this war, there was an abundance of weapons and ammunition, and there was an abundance of armaments, but there was only a shortage of food.

However, the battle damage was also large, and the Tenglong detachment paid the price of blood.

In the fierce battle, fifty-three people were killed and eighteen were seriously wounded, except for the outposts, all of whom were wounded.

In addition, during the bombing of the bombers, everyone hid in the cave, and was directly shocked to death by the loud sound, nine people were killed, three people bit their tongues frantically and died, and five people became stupid patients.

At that time, when they rushed out of the buried cave, everyone was resentful, frightened, and all frightened.

War is brutal.

After the first battle, the Tenglong detachment was almost half lost.

Fortunately, the combat effectiveness has soared, the battle spirit has also begun to bear fruit, and the people's hearts are condensed invisibly.

Maybe that's the biggest win, and the rest doesn't matter.

Defend the family and defend the country, and the spirit of war is the first in the hearts of the people!

The damage is heavy, and it is directly linked to the mole, it is all caused by them, and Lao Tzu will definitely pry your mouth open. (To be continued.) )