Time: 11:13 am on the 28th.

Location: On the No. 1 position in Sanli.

Because the volunteers surrounded and penetrated the United Guo Army in the encirclement, and pursued them with increasing intensity; once they were blocked, it was almost a disaster.

Now, even MacArthur, a little old man, is paying close attention to this battlefield in No. 3, and is paying attention to when this lifeline can be opened.

Therefore, as soon as the soldiers' attack started, it became extremely intense.

There was no pause, let alone any rest and recuperation. The 5th Cavalry Regiment, relying on its own strength, launched attacks continuously.

Often the previous attack was repulsed, and the next attack came again.

For a time, the number of casualties on the position began to rise rapidly...

"It's the ninth one." In this system mission, a rookie military industrialist Bai Ke Chengzi was summoned.

When he knocked a soldier who leaned out from behind the M4A3 Sherman tank a little and was about to fire, knocking him to the ground like a wooden stake.

He muttered this sentence in a dull tone, at a volume that only he and the people around him could hear.

At this moment, he was pressing the butt of the gun with his right cheek, half-squinting one eye and using mechanical aiming, lying on the edge of a crater, and kept firing at the soldiers rushing over.

From time to time, a soldier fell under his gun.

Although Chengzi is a rookie, his tactical skills on paper are still quite good.

So before the war started, when he was wielding an engineering shovel to build fortifications on Position 1, he actually did not forget it and deliberately built three machine gun positions for himself.

The purpose of building these machine gun positions is to allow him to fire a handful of bullets during a battle and then immediately move with his assistant shooter.

In this way, you can avoid the fire counterattacks of the soldiers, so that you can survive longer and kill more enemies.

Because when the technician took over this beloved weapon of the Volunteer Army of Shandong Province, Lao Wai Ba Zi.

The old man's wish, or rather the other party's mission, also fell on the technician; specifically, it was to use this machine gun to kill more soldiers.

But the unlucky technician, didn't he run to death on the way?

So not only did he take over the light machine gun, but when the old crooked brother died, Chengzi, who was also present, thought it was necessary to add the last wish of the old man to himself.

By the way! We also need to include the technician.

In this way, each of the three of them needs to kill 10 soldiers to be considered as the general.

Then when they were all added up, Chengzi thought that he needed to kill a total of 30 soldiers in order to not lose any money. This calculation shouldn't be too much, right?

Unfortunately, plans cannot keep up with changes.

Not long ago, after the soldiers' shelling and bombing that lasted for half an hour, the trenches on the No. 1 position and the various fortifications on the trenches were basically abandoned.

Under the overwhelming amount of explosives poured by the soldiers, it basically disappeared.

Among them, there are three machine gun firepower points that Chengzi built with great effort.

So! Now Chengzi can only lie down in a crater that is still warm, and fire continuously at the soldiers who are rushing up.

With bullets flying everywhere, he didn't know when he would die in the soldiers' counterattack.

For this reason, Orange can only hope to kill enough 30 soldiers before dying.

Otherwise, if he really dies, he will be asked by the technician who has not gone far on the Huangquan Road and the old crooked brother:

"Chengzi, didn't you brag that your elders in the family were soldiers, and then you started such a bad battle?"

Damn it! What are you going to tell him then?

He just knocked down another soldier who had just stepped onto the middle of the hillside, causing him to roll down like a gourd. Finally, his kill count reached double digits.

Before Cheng Zi could feel a little happy, he pulled the trigger and was horrified to find that this devil's tattered thing actually stopped ringing.

"Stuck?" This was Chengzi's first reaction.

But after a brief inspection, he turned around and cursed at his assistant shooter: "You can't even load a bullet, what the hell do you do for a living?"

It turned out that in the previous firing, Chengzi had been deliberately firing bursts instead of holding the trigger and refusing to let go, just because he was worried that the deputy shooter would not be able to keep up with the reloading.

Even so, the bullets in the funnel box of this thing are now completely exhausted.

And his assistant shooter, another rookie summoned for this mission, Er Pang, who works in Uncle Black's continent, is still busy opening a box of bullets...

The fat man who was scolded suddenly felt depressed in his heart.

"You're awesome, you've got what it takes. Come and load the bullets and see." Er Fatty immediately responded with this sentence in his mouth.

But he actually knew in his heart what kind of situation Chengzi, a rookie at the same time, was probably in.

So in the following time, there was no more reply.

After quickly tearing open the ammunition packaging box, he quickly filled the magazine with rows of 5 rounds of 6.5 mm caliber Tomosaka bullets into the leaking box of the "Taisho 11-type light machine gun", letting

The orange can continue to fire again.

While filling it, he was full of huge complaints about the devil's weapon like the crooked handle:

What kind of crappy thing did the Japanese make? When loading this crappy thing, not only do you have to pay attention to oiling the bullets from time to time, but you also have to worry about sand getting into it.

Is this a fight or a joke?

But while he was extremely disgusted with this crooked light machine gun, Er Pang also had to admit one thing, because many of the volunteer soldiers on the battlefield still use 38-type caps in their hands.

The rifle.

Although there are some submachine guns of various types, they definitely do not account for more than one-third.

The crooked-handled light machine gun in their hands was somewhat of an important point of firepower.

Therefore, even though he wanted to smash this piece of shit to pieces, Erpang had to endure the feeling of boredom in his heart.

My hands were constantly loading bullets as fast as possible.

In this situation, until the three rapid mortar fires that had just been fired, it actually had a good effect like an initiation, killing an M39 armored personnel carrier.

At that time, along with Fat Chicken, Carpenter, and a volunteer soldier, these members of the mortar team moved to avoid retaliatory attacks by the soldiers.

Suddenly, after discovering something in front of his eyes, he quickly shouted:

"Second Fatty, Cheng Zi, you two quickly lie down and get out of the way."

After saying that, King Kong and the others also quickly rolled into a crater in a tumbling room. Suddenly, they felt a pain in their ribs due to the fist-sized gravel that could be seen everywhere in the crater.

After hearing this sentence, Er Pang didn't know who was reminding him.

Without any hesitation, he lay down, covered his head and face with his hands, and began to roll to one side with the same effort.

As for orange, it's a bit unlucky.

Because he was pressing his cheek against the weirdly shaped butt of the gun and firing, the loud sound of gunfire in his ears made him not hear such a situation at all.

So much so that he didn't even hear the sound that came out of King Kong's mouth.

So at most one second later, a 107 mm caliber mortar shell landed more than 5 meters in front of them.

In an instant, Orange was still firing.

Just under the power of the shell explosion, the whole person was lifted up.

When he felt that the explosion had subsided, Erpang raised his head and looked towards the position of the machine gun where they were originally. He could see that the crooked light machine gun had now flipped to one side.

As for the shooter Cheng Zi, he had been blown several meters away and was lying on his back on the ground.

Judging from the constant heaving of his chest, Chengzi should still be alive, but with his body covered in blood, the situation is probably very bad.

Immediately, the second fat man crawled towards the orange, bent over and trotted over; while running, he imitated the habits of the old birds in his mouth.

He shouted loudly in his mouth: "Black Chinese medicine doctor, where the hell did you die? Save people~"

When he got closer, Erpang could find that the chest and abdomen of this military industrialist had long been pricked to pieces by shell fragments, and there were massive bleeding wounds everywhere.

So out of instinct, the fat man took off the cotton hat from his head, and for a moment he didn't know where to block it.

Orange, who originally fell to the ground, seemed to be in a critical condition due to too serious injuries, suddenly had a light in his eyes when he noticed the arrival of the second fat man.

He opened his mouth to say something, but after opening his mouth, nothing came out except blood flowing out of his mouth.

For this reason, he could only try to lift his arm with great effort, intending to point at something; but such an action, which was usually very simple for him, was now impossible to do.

As soon as a left arm was raised, it dropped down weakly.

Fortunately, at this point, Erpang had realized what he was going to say and quickly spoke to comfort him:

"Brother, you don't need to say anything. I know what's going on. Do you want to talk about that crooked light machine gun? Don't worry, I will help you complete your part. Now you are fine

Take a rest, the black Chinese medicine doctor will be here soon."

After hearing this, Cheng Zi, who had an anxious expression on his face, finally became relaxed.

Then with such a relaxed expression, his head tilted and he just died.

There was a "pop~" sound, which was when he looked at Cheng Zi who was hanging up with a relaxed expression on his face. The Erpang slapped himself hard.

While beating him, he cursed bitterly:

"I call you a slut. How good are you at fighting? Don't you have any skills? Counting your own share, you still have to kill 30 soldiers. You are not Rambo."
To be continued...