The Bear Command is a bit crowded.
The dark crowd of puppet troops, the intensive sound of machine gun fire, and the constant roaring overhead made the people in Baidaomen who crowded into the headquarters extremely nervous.
People who saw this kind of scene for the first time were even a little at a loss what to do.
Xiao Hongying, who was accompanying Li Xiaolian as she stuck her head out to play with the telescope, felt very itchy and helplessly looked at the puppet troops in the distance: "You can see clearly by turning the wheel in the middle..."
The corner of Li Xiaolian's mouth twitched.
Behind the two of them, Li Gang checked the injuries of his injured brother on the ground, stood up and asked with a serious face: "Girl, tell me honestly, what is your relationship with the Eighth Route Army?"
Xiao Hongying didn't even look back: "My parents were killed by the national army, and I ended up hanging out with them."
"Don't you know they share the same birth and wife?"
Xiao Hongying turned back and said, "Which eye did you see? That's a conspiracy by the reactionaries. It's complete nonsense."
Li Gang's face turned cold: "So, you are also on the Eighth Route Army?"
Xiao Hongying realized that the situation seemed right: "Have you ever seen...a bad guy like me?"
"Tie her up!" Li Gang ordered Li Laosan who just got in, then turned to look at Li Xiaolian who was holding a telescope in his hand: "The person who killed your father must be the Eighth Route Army!"
Li Xiaolian put down the telescope and nodded: "Haha, I really think my aunt is a fool!"
...
Hu Yi took the machine gun from Banxian.
Banxian directly acted as Hu Yi's assistant shooter and began to take out the magazine from his backpack.
One, two...seven!
Hu Yi couldn't help but have a black thread, and with the one inserted on the machine gun, it can almost destroy a barrel: "Hurry up and divide the magazines. There are so many magazines, and I still need you, the deputy shooter, to take charge of them." What a waste..."
The half-immortal smiled proudly: "That Chief Hu, the handle is crooked and there is no need for magazines. Each Czech style has three magazines. You can shoot with confidence. If two of them were not scrapped... Tian Sanqi is such a bastard." After Gao Wangba ran away and took away three of them, we now have sixteen machine guns... There are so many magazines..."
The observation post reported again: "Three hundred meters! The puppet troops have set up forward machine gun positions on both wings..."
Hu Yi stopped talking. He held his breath and took out the machine gun. He put the machine gun on his shoulder and directly held the fire. The machine gun in his hand immediately became the king of hell.
Ta da da...ta da da...
All three-point shooting, the ballistic trajectory is stable, the shells jump out in groups, the rate of fire is uniform, and the frequency is extremely high, it seems like a novice firing bursts.
After firing a magazine, the southern end of the puppet army was directly behind. The machine gun position had just been set up. Before they had time to fire, the threesome were all shot to the ground.
As for whether they were dead or not, the three puppet soldiers behind the machine gun did not move for a long time.
The puppet troops who arrogantly attacked westward were a little confused. They had beaten them so hard. How dare these guerrillas fight back?
Are the guerrillas fools? Listening to the sound of ballistics, they didn't shoot at all of them?
Because... there is no calling brother, which means there is no unlucky guy who was shot at all?
What is the shooting level of the guerrillas?
Can it be deflected at such a close distance?
However, the sound of a gun is a wake-up call.
The straight waist became a cat-waist, and some of the timid ones even lay down on the ground.
Hu Yi pulled back the machine gun and immediately moved the shooting position.
The half-immortal squatting in the ditch was stunned for a moment, and quickly grabbed two magazines from the ground to follow. He also kicked the recruit next to him: "Pick up the magazines for me, and follow..."
The machine gun bear next to him carefully poked out his helmet and saw clearly that the puppet army's forward machine guns formed a mute. Boss Hu had already moved his position after firing a shuttle, and he realized that...it was his turn to do the work!
After taking a few glances, he put the butt of the gun in front of him on his shoulder and muttered: "Don't worry about the machine gun in the south. I'll just shoot the machine gun in the north. It's so far away... maybe I can cover it!"
A tongue of flame immediately flashed out from the muzzle, and the same three shots were fired, but... faster than Hu Yi's!
In less than twenty seconds, one shuttle was finished and the work was over.
Everyone in the machine gun positions became more energetic.
Completely ignoring the roar above his head, the crooked light machine gun took the lead in following up.
The company commander and battalion commander knew very well what level they were at in terms of anti-machine gun fire.
Six intermittent bullets began to tear into the crowd of puppet soldiers that were approaching.
This shot.
He directly knocked down all the puppet soldiers who were still weak, and the puppet company commander was sweating on his forehead. This was too much.
There must be more than a dozen machine guns?
The pseudo-second company commander's surname was Wang, who was frightened half to death: If anyone dares to say that the people on the other side are the Tubal guerrillas, I will definitely have the same surname as the bastard!
A group of people from Baidaomen carried the stretcher northward along the ditch.
From time to time, he passed behind soldiers.
No one noticed at all that Xiao Hongying was lying on a stretcher and was tied tightly. She kept struggling but could not make a sound from her mouth.
As soon as Dirty Face finished playing, he turned around and looked at Li Laosan, who was walking northward next to him with a big knife in his hands: "What are you doing running around at this time?"
Li Laosan shook the big knife in his hand and forced a smile: "One of our brothers has died, and we are going to find a place to bury him!"
Suddenly, a hail of bullets came from the suppressed machine guns of the puppet troops.
The crowd quickly bowed their heads.
"Lower your head!" Dirty Face roared, then pulled back the machine gun, and reminded while changing the magazine: "If you bury someone to make such a big noise, why don't you just stay in the ditch? What time has it been? How can you still do it?" Do you have this intention?"
"Hey, this can't be a delay..."
Dirty Face followed and changed his position to the north, pulled the trigger, raised the machine gun and swung it directly to the east: "Then be careful."
Seeing that this person had no suspicion, Li Laosan relaxed a lot.
A group of people followed directly behind them, constantly passing behind the soldiers in the ditch, all the way north.
...
The Japanese second lieutenant who was pressed into the village stood on the roof of a bungalow, speechless as he watched the raging fires burning in the three thatched houses next to him.
The thatch was too dry, and the fire was so strong that there wasn't much smoke at all, so any plan to send a beacon message was dashed.
Splash water on it?
But where is the water in this poor village?
In the courtyard next to him, from time to time the Imperial Army would carry corpses together.
The second lieutenant looked down at the corpses on the ground and estimated them to be close to a hundred.
The mood is extremely heavy.
Because twenty-eight of the corpses were elites of the imperial army.
At this time, he even wanted to die.
Including the convoy, he brought a total of more than 70 people, with nearly half of them casualties!
If the lieutenant were here, he would definitely chop himself with a knife!
Now, the only way to remedy this is to annihilate all those guerrillas!
I never expected that nearly a thousand guerrillas would suddenly appear in the south.
If the pseudo company commander next to him hadn't turned north first, he might have been surrounded in the village to the south.
He arranged people in advance to notify the Imperial Association Army in the west to come for reinforcements.
And now, the Imperial Association Army in the Bali Camp to the east should have caught fire with the guerrillas who were "escaping" to the east.
After estimating the time, if nothing unexpected happened, the reinforcements from the Imperial Alliance Army from the west should be arriving soon.
The second lieutenant raised his telescope. Although there were many guerrillas coming from the southwest in the camera, many of them actually had cold weapons in their hands. He put down his telescope and hesitated for a while, feeling that there was no need to go out at this time.
After carefully assessing the current situation, he was confident that even if there was only one class of warriors, he would be able to defend the village!
As long as you occupy this village and don't leave, you won't be afraid of the guerrillas at all.
Since the guerrillas were able to ambush me here, and now I have occupied this village, if the guerrillas dare to approach the village, this is their burial place!
The escaping guerrillas have engaged the Imperial Alliance Army who came out of the Bali Camp. He and the Imperial Alliance Army still have a small team with heavy firepower.
Even if the guerrillas come in large numbers, it will be useless.
He is already in an invincible position!
The guerrillas who had betrayed themselves thought that they would be finished if they ran eastward, and there would be no door.
It doesn't seem to be normal for so many people to stay in the village.
How embarrassing must it be to be surrounded by guerrillas who are almost entirely armed with cold weapons?
Therefore, he immediately made a decision and asked his sergeant major to lead half a squad, plus half a platoon of puppet troops, to make up a total of more than 20 people.
Go and see the battle situation of the Imperial Alliance Army in the east. If conditions permit, you can launch a two-sided attack on the guerrillas who ambushed you.
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