"Bang bang bang!"

"Da da da da da da da...!"

The fierce sound of gunfire was still ringing in my ears, and Meng Fan and his group were guarding hard around the small warehouse.

"I'm so annoying, I'm going to have no bullets! How many more do you have there??" Yaoma shouted at Meng Fan after shooting all the bullets.

Bang!...swhoo...clang!

"Your uncle, please save some use. Your submachine gun is a spendthrift, and you are working hard! I...oh..." Meng Fan showed his head and fired a shot at the opposite side. A bullet hit the side of his steel helmet, making a crisp "ding" sound, but fortunately it was bounced away by the arc of the steel helmet.

This scared the guy to death and hurriedly bent down and touched his head. "Huh...huh! It's okay, my head is still... still there, the little master is very lucky."

Meng Fanle, who was almost shot by a head shot, was gasping for breath. Looking at the brothers who were less than 25 people left around him, I felt guilty.

"boom!"

A grenade exploded next to Li Liansheng, and the splashed soil almost poured him all over.

"Bah... Bah! You're annoying, let's run away quickly, the regiment commander and others will not come!" Li Liansheng spitted out the mud in his mouth and lowered his head and shouted at Meng Fan. He was almost desperate. The team of more than 40 people had already got off the plane, but now half of it had lost. The remaining people didn't have much ammunition, almost everyone was injured, and they could no longer withstand the Japanese's next charge.

"Don't run! Your uncle, do you still want to be a deserter? Where can we run??"

Meng Fanle was a scholar and could speak English. After the Japanese army invaded China in an all-out attack, he joined the army and wanted to defend his country.

As he said, he was ambitious, but he was all in the battle. At the beginning, he was so passionate and encouraged by the superiors and rushed to the front. However, when he saw his comrades fall down one by one, he was scared. He was afraid that he would be beaten unrecognizable like his comrades. He was afraid that there would be no one who collected his corpse after death.

He realized that the superiors would not care about their life and death, but just regarded them as cannon fodder that could be sacrificed at any time.

After losing one after another, Meng Fanlei Zhihong's heart was already numb.

Gradually, he learned to escape, and to use vicious language to mock others, thereby disguising his weak heart. After becoming the deputy company commander, he also encouraged the recruits to die, and then turned around and ran away.

He became the person he once hated the most!

When he arrived at Zenda, he dragged the injured leg that could not be cured. He was desperate and didn't know where he could go.

Until he met Liao Mingyu, a man who claimed to be their regiment commander. This mysterious young officer magically cured his legs and gathered a group of cannon fodders who were half dead, bursting out with strong fighting spirit.

It was this young man who let him see hope and his personal charm attracted him. He was willing to follow the team leader's footsteps.

"Captain, you asked me to take my brothers to this warehouse. I, Meng Fanle, did it, but where are you?"... Meng Fanle, shouting in pain in his heart.

"Veter! Are you dead, old cabbage? There is no movement for a long time! How are those wounded??" He shouted into the warehouse.

Meng Fan pulled the bolt off, and with a "swish" sound, the yellow shell retreated. He loaded the bullet again, poked his head out again and shot a Japanese man who was charging in front.

"Bang!"

The bullet pierced the Japanese abdomen. He fell to the ground and had not yet died, and he covered his stomach in pain and struggled.

"The 11th." Meng Fan said calmly after looking at the Japanese who fell to the ground.

"Shuanzi and Zhou Datou are no longer able to do it. The other two wounds have been bandaged, but they have lost too much blood and feel hungry... I'm afraid they won't last long!" Veterinary Hao poked his head out at the door and said to Meng Fan.

"Swoosh...swoosh...swoosh!" A string of bullets hit the door frame, which scared him so much that he quickly shrank his head back.

"Ma, shit!" Removing the shell again, Meng Fan was surprised to find that there were no bullets in the gun.

The gunfire sounds on the Sichuan Army's positions became less and less, and the Japanese also noticed something. They were already preparing for the last round of charge.

"Yoxi, they have no bullets, order Kobayashi to launch a charge immediately. This time they can't hold on," said a bearded lieutenant officer at the consignee next to him.

"Swish~boom!"

Suddenly, a grenade was hit by a Japanese position, and the two Japanese soldiers were blown up.

Swhoo...boom! Swhoo...boom! Swhoo...boom!

"Da da da da da da da da...!"

One after another, grenades blasted into the Japanese positions, and then there were dense gunshots coming from behind. The Japanese did not expect that there would be enemies behind them. They were completely unprepared and exposed to the guns of Liao Mingyu and the brothers of Sichuan Army.

Caught out of control! Twenty or thirty people were killed in an instant in the Japanese team.

Meng Fan looked at the small hill in the distance in surprise. A large group of Chinese soldiers appeared on the position that was originally a Japanese grenade launcher!

It turned out that Liao Mingyu and the others quietly touched the Japanese grenade launcher team and easily defeated them with daggers. Using the Japanese ready-made grenade launcher and gun grenades on the ground, they also baptized the grenades for their companions below.

Liao Mingyu held up Li Enfield in his hand and aimed the crosshairs in the scope at the Japanese Type 92 heavy machine gunner. It was less than 200 meters away, so there was no need to aim too much.

"bump!"

The dull gunshot sounded throughout the valley, and the machine gunner's head instantly opened. The heavy machine gun was silent, and the deputy shooter next to him pushed him away, trying to continue shooting.

bump!

Another shot, the bullet passed through his neck, bringing out a long string of blood.

The muzzle was slightly smoked, and Liao Mingyu coldly pulled the bolt and loaded it again.

Bang! silly...!

Whoosh...swosh!

boom!

The fierce battle continued. Milong and another veteran of the Chuan Legion named Dakui used the terrain to put two light machine guns on both sides of the hillside, forming a cross-fire power on the Japanese below. In addition, other comrades also opened fire on the Japanese. For a moment, the Japanese were beaten so hard that they could not raise their heads. From time to time, someone was shot and fell to the ground.

"Disas soon as you go, Kobayashi is taking you with you, they are not many!" The lieutenant of the Japanese lieutenant hiding behind the big tree said to a sergeant.

"Hi Yi" Kobayashi nodded and agreed.

Just as he was about to rush over with his men, a team of people suddenly appeared on both sides, and the submachine guns were thrust at them.

“Haosh…”

The powerful power of the .45 bullet instantly tore Kobayashi apart. All the Japanese soldiers next to him died. In addition to the dense submachine gun barrage, several grenades flew through the sky and exploded in the middle of the Japanese team.

"Baga! They still have two teams of people, retreat! Retreat quickly!" The lieutenant who was surrounded was already panicked. He couldn't figure out how many people there were on the other side, so he had to retreat first, otherwise he might not be able to go back alive if he was attacked from front and back.

"They also have snipers! Lieutenant Morita!" A Japanese soldier was frightened to find that his comrades who fell to the ground from time to time were all shot in the head. There was definitely a sniper with accurate marksman aiming at them and attacking.

"Baga! You can spread apart, let's spread a little, we must rush out! Hark Ku!" Morita was in a bad mood. The hunter who was still energetic just now became a prey in a hurry to escape in a blink of an eye. This role change really made him unable to accept it.

Liao Mingyu's shooting skills are extremely accurate. As long as the enemy appears in his scope, there is no need to fire a second shot.

The Japanese fought and retreated. After paying the price of more than 30 people, the remaining 10 Japanese soldiers finally rushed out of the siege with all their might.

"Damn, there are still too few people, otherwise they will be able to eat them all. What a pity that lieutenant of the devil."

Liao Mingyu sighed. He had always wanted to kill the lieutenant. But this Japanese devil was very smart and knew that there was a sniper in the distance. He had been using trees or comrades as the body of his flexibly positioned, so that Liao Mingyu could not guarantee that he could hit him with one shot.

Just when Bula and they were about to give up their pursuit, a fire flashed in the forest ahead!

Da da da da da da da da da...!

"Oh! Ah!"

The unique sound of the Czech light machine gun suddenly sounded. Eight or nine little ghosts running in the front were shot and fell to the ground.

"Nani!?" Morita's eyes were full of people. How could there be someone else! There were only three companions left by his side. Morita, who was hiding behind the stone, felt a sense of despair surged into his heart.

It's over...

A figure quickly emerged from the forest. He was wearing a light machine gun in his hand and wearing a lieutenant colonel uniform. He had a spiritual buzz cut, his bronze skin was full of fortitude, and his dark and cunning eyes stared at the Japanese soldiers hiding behind the stone.

Dead, die!

The person who appeared was Long Wen.

“Haosh…!”

Bula, who rushed up from behind, shot all the bullets in the magazine. Morita and others were beaten into blood and fell heavily in a pool of blood...

He put the magazine back on, stared at Long Went vigilantly. The gun was also pointed at him tightly: "Are you doing Mo Zidi?"

Seeing that he was wearing the military uniform of the Expeditionary Force, he was not hot for a while and could not figure out the details. The soldiers of the Sichuan Army behind him also rushed over and looked at him with confusion.

"Good, good!" Long Weng raised his thumbs up at Bula and smiled confusedly: "You are the only unit I have seen that dares to fight against the Japanese. It seems that they have won."
Chapter completed!