Everyone took out grenades from their bodies. At Liao Mingyu's order, they pulled off the leads and threw the grenades with blue smoke into the Japanese army separated by a wall.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

In this narrow alley, the power of the grenade was maximized, and the Japanese were blown up and screamed in pain.

"Let's go!" Liao Mingyu shouted, and the members of the reconnaissance team rushed out immediately with guns.

More than 30 Japanese devils in the distance were alarmed by the explosion and were leaning towards them. Liao Mingyu and Long Weng took two teams of people to disperse, using the walls and houses on the street as cover, and quickly occupying the favorable terrain.

Bula, who was hiding in the corner of the wall, leaned against the wall, and he did not look through his head, but the clearer footsteps on the street next to him showed that the Japanese were getting closer and closer.

He winked at the side of the rogue, who nodded and bowed his body and prepared at any time.

Bula took out a grenade and quickly pulled the lead. He was experienced and stayed in his hand for 3 seconds before throwing it out.

The grenades thrown out of the corner of the wall shocked the four or five Japanese soldiers who were charging forward. Before they could dodge, the grenade exploded before it landed.

"boom!"

Taking this opportunity, he took a step forward and immediately fired the submachine gun in his hand, knocking the Japanese soldiers who were not dead into sieves, and the Japanese soldiers following behind quickly dodged.

One magazine's bullets were quickly exhausted, and Bu Lai and another soldier rushed out.

"Bang...bang...bang...bang..."

The soldier used a Garland rifle to shoot at the Japanese soldiers in front of him, forcing them back to stretch out their heads and ready to fight back.

Bu La took advantage of this gap and quickly charged forward, while those who had changed the magazine, Yao Ma used Thomson's powerful firepower to suppress it again.

The Japanese also hid around the corner and refused to show up. They wanted to shoot short while moving forward with the soldier.

With the support of firepower and tacit cooperation, the three-person team exerted strong combat power.

The bullets hit the walls and the ground, and the little ghost did not dare to stick out to fight back, so he could only extend the muzzle from the corner of the wall to shoot blindly. They thought there were at least two squads on the opposite side, but they didn't know that the firepower of just three people suppressed more than a dozen of them so hard that they could not move.

"Boom! Boom!" The Japanese also threw two grenades out, and used this gap to shoot at Yaoma and others.

"Swish..." Bula, who was charging, quickly lay on the ground to avoid the invasion of the bullets. He rolled forward and leaned behind a stone pier.

The distance was only 10 meters. Bula, who was close to him, threw out another grenade. The Japanese shouted to avoid it. The explosion blocked the view. Although it did not kill a person, it played an excellent protective role.

At this moment, Bula stood up and threw another grenade with all his strength.

The grenade bounced on the wall and landed in the Japanese team behind the corner at a tricky angle. Now they could no longer avoid it!

"boom!"

"ah!"

The explosion of heat waves filled the alley, and several unlucky Japanese were blown away. A few undead guys began to retreat.

The remaining Japanese devils just turned out of the alley, but they were greeted by Long Wen and others who were surrounded by the streets next to them.

Without saying a word, he raised his gun and beat him up. Under the barrage of the submachine gun and shotgun, these Japanese devils were instantly beaten into pieces.

Especially the soldier in Winchester, he shot a Japanese man at a distance of 2.3 meters and shot him directly, and the No. 12 shotgun directly knocked out most of his head.

"You want to numb, give me two grenades, I'm not sure about it." Bula patted his empty chest, and he felt uneasy without having two loud noises on his body.

"You turtle son is very good at throwing it away, so save it a little bit." Yaoma said angrily, but he still handed his grenade to Bula.

"Stop talking nonsense. There is a team of Japanese devils on the side of the regiment commander. Go around and kill them." After saying that, Long Weng took them and rushed towards that direction quickly.

Liao Mingyu was a little troubled. The team of Japanese devils were smart. They didn't even enter the town. They put the machine gun on a dead tree. About a dozen Japanese devils were shooting at Liao Mingyu and the others around the machine gun.

There was an open space in front, and Liao Mingyu and two groups were huddled on this street corner to shoot at them. Although they were not at a disadvantage in firepower, they were relatively small after all, so it was difficult to rush up and eat the Japanese.

Just when they were in a stalemate, a team suddenly appeared behind the group of Japanese devils.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

All kinds of gunfire sounded a little messy, but such a new force also disrupted the Japanese formation.

Liao Mingyu decisively ordered a charge, and the bullets kept flying around. They quickly approached the dead tree.

Just now he was pressed here and there was no shooting angle. Milong's machine gun never played a role. Now the opportunity finally came. He rushed out of the corner with the MG3 in his arms and set up the machine gun on a low wall.

"Shit and shit!"

"Puff puff puff..."

The cloth tearing machine began to roar, and violent bullets covered all corners of the dead tree. The crooked handle was turned off, and countless Japanese soldiers under the tree were killed or injured.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Liao Mingyu and the others approached at the same time, and the submachine gun in their hands was shooting wildly at the yellow humanoid creatures.

“Haosh…!”

"Boom! Boom!"

The mysterious team threw out a few bombs, but it looked like it was just a fire that soared into the sky but was not very powerful.

At this time, Long Weng and others also came out from the side. Under the combined attack of the three parties, the Japanese invaders could not escape their destruction.

"Check the battlefield and don't leave a living!" Liao Mingyu ordered to the soldiers.

The mysterious team also slowly walked over, and Liao Mingyu's lips raised. It seemed that he could not escape the arrangement of fate. This group of people should be the fire-colored guerrilla team that the little bookworm joined after crossing the river.

Everyone stared at the team curiously, but they didn't really feel good about it.

"Oh, look, this group of people is afraid they are in the same position as the Boxer Rebellion." Meng chuckled.

I saw that the weapons in their hands were varied, and they were simply a concept that spanned two centuries.

The old Hanyang made, loaded bullets, and even people holding crossbows and spears, were dressed in various styles. In the eyes of the Sichuan Army and others, such a team was a bit inappropriate.
Chapter completed!