She worked hard to shrink her big and small beer belly, bent her waist, and wore various styles of slippers on her feet.
There were a total of 26 netizens dressed coolly, holding ridiculous-looking weapons in their hands. They slowly moved forward on tiptoes in the increasingly cold pre-dawn air.
As for the use of tactical movements to crawl forward?
Forget it, by the time they use this kind of thing to climb to the bottom of the turret, it might be dawn; besides, the white belly of each one will probably be worn out.
While moving forward, these guys had almost only one thought in mind:
God bless! I hope everything will go well in the next time, and I can successfully rush to the bottom of the turret without being discovered halfway.
If it will definitely be discovered, then I hope it can be done as late as possible.
The reason why they think so is actually very simple:
No one wants to launch a difficult attack against the intensive firepower from the turrets; because that will kill people, or a lot of people.
What a pity is whether and when it will be discovered.
Everything depends on their opponents, that is, the sentries on duty in the turrets.
When it suddenly darkened, maybe because I was too tired to use the hand-cranked generator, I stopped and the searchlight came on again.
Then, the searchlight that was always moving was not moving in a clockwise direction like what was shown on TV.
As long as you observe carefully, you can find the rules. For example, if a searchlight moves around in a few minutes, you can know how to avoid the searchlight beam in advance.
Damn it! Originally, everyone planned to do this at the beginning.
As a result, after watching it for a while, Jason and others, who were leading the charge, decisively gave up such an idea.
The main reason is that the grandson operating the searchlight on the top of the turret has been controlling the light beam as he wishes, doing Brownian motion that is not at all irregular.
That is to say, the photo is taken here and there, and I don’t know how to avoid it in advance.
Therefore, when a group of netizens will be discovered, it depends on when they will be illuminated by the beam of searchlight...
"Thank God, I have good luck today~"
In the suddenly darkened night, I looked faintly ahead not far away. Jason and the others, members of the assault team, were advancing smoothly. They were still about ten meters away and could reach the barbed wire fence.
Immediately, Yang Dongli, who was commanding the second half of the attacking team, muttered happily in his heart.
Everyone was able to sneak all the way to such a location smoothly. The next part of the journey is also the most critical time.
As long as the barbed wire fence is successfully cut, the distance to the top of the tower will be more than 80 meters; even if the whereabouts are discovered, a few people will be able to rush over in one go.
Of course, if you are not discovered, it would be better if you can rush over so quietly.
As a result, a very speechless scene happened. Yang Dongli's muttering had just stopped. The searchlight had been wandering around, and suddenly it stopped in front of the barbed wire fence.
Under the illumination of the light, I saw that the netizen codenamed "Bacon" was raising a large blade in his hand with a pair of fat arms according to the division of labor agreed in advance, intending to slash at the barbed wire fence.
Go down.
This is to prepare a way for the people behind him to continue moving forward.
Then, when he was illuminated by the sudden beam of light from the searchlight, the guy squinted his eyes and stopped what he was doing with a confused look on his face.
In fact, this guy was not the only one who was confused for a moment. All the netizens behind him, including the sentries on the turret, were also confused for a moment.
I think the sentry upstairs may be prepared to be attacked by various opponents such as fruit soldiers, rabbits, bandits, etc.
But suddenly, they were quite surprised to find such a large group of old men wearing big pants and bulging bellies appearing.
To great surprise, these weaklings of the second-line troops did not react immediately and open fire.
In the end, it was the 'salted pork' netizen whose eyes were so blinded by the light that he was the first to react.
Just like the current warriors of the Broadsword Team in Xifengkou, he shouted loudly, breaking the tranquility of the night:
"Brothers, come on, kill the little devil~"
Then he relied on his memory and slashed the barbed wire fence in front of him with the high-raised sword. Suddenly, there was a friction sound of "Crack~", and a string of faint sparks appeared.
The originally tightened barbed wire quickly bounced toward both sides, and immediately an opening appeared that could accommodate several people entering and exiting at the same time.
It was also a scene like this that made people on both sides react.
In general, the defenders on the turret reacted quickly. Amidst the screams of "てきしゅう" (enemy attack), a clear gunshot sounded.
Almost at the moment when the gunshot was fired, everyone could clearly see that there was a conspicuous blood splatter on the front and back of Bian Po's slightly rounded belly.
It was a 6.5*50mm Arisaka rifle bullet fired from Sanba Daigai. With its particularly famous penetrating power, it directly penetrated the unlucky man's stomach.
After feeling a huge shock all over his body, the bacon netizen who originally swung his arms and planned to continue slashing at the barbed wire, covered his stomach with one hand and slowly collapsed to the ground.
Specifically, no one knows whether Bian Po is dead or not, but one thing is certain: this guy's participation in this battle basically ends here.
Upon seeing this, knowing that Yang Dongli had been completely exposed, he no longer cared about the unlucky bacon netizen.
He raised his hand and pointed at the turret and fired. As a result, due to the unexpected recoil from his wrist, the bullet flew to an unknown direction.
What's even more embarrassing is that when the bullet shell that bounced high fell, it landed on Yang Dongli's neck. Then it slid down his neck and fell into his big T-shirt.
Good guy! It was so hot and painful. Yang Dongli’s mouth was a little crooked at that time~
But even so, when Yang Dongli resisted the stinging pain in the lower parts of his neck, he yelled crazily at the top of his voice:
"Brothers, rush forward and kill these little devils and traitors. The relevant personnel should not forget their missions."
Amidst such roars, all netizens rushed towards the gun tower like a herd of frightened antelopes.
Currently, they are less than 100 meters away from the turret; with such a small distance, it would normally only take them 10 seconds to rush to the safer turret.
However, at this critical moment, a crooked light machine gun appeared on the turret.
That is to say, it is called the "Taisho 11-type light machine gun" in the formal name. From a certain shooting hole on the second floor, it sprayed out a long stream of flames towards the netizens.
At the same time, the flashes of rifle fire also appeared in several nearby shooting holes.
It seems that many netizens are lucky. There is no "Pheasant Neck" type 92 heavy machine gun in the turret, which can be considered good news.
The problem is that soon, everyone bitterly discovered that even with the current firepower, they were a little unable to withstand it.
Let’s face it! If they had a choice, netizens who are accustomed to seeing pictures and data of various advanced firearms on the Internet would simply look down on poorly designed light machine guns like crooked handles, and fire sticks like bolt-action rifles.
Without him, it's just that the firepower density is not enough.
For something like a crooked handle, one can easily name a list of shortcomings.
For example: the bullet press of this broken gun has an open structure, which cannot prevent sand and dust from entering the bolt, and it will jam at every turn.
Even if oiling the bullets can improve things, it's nonsense to worry about such things in a fierce battle.
However, when the multiple shooting holes on the turret opened fire, many netizens suddenly felt that bullets were raining down on the battlefield, especially the crooked machine gun they disliked, which was so brutal in terms of firepower.
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Even when they were charging, in a slightly unorthodox three-and-three formation, they actually intentionally distanced themselves from their companions.
But in the blink of an eye, two more netizens were shot.
One of the netizens was shot in the neck. Even in the first moment, the guy covered the wound with his fingers; but after an instant, a large amount of blood flowed out from his fingers.
How many young and middle-aged people in the modern world can have this kind of experience?
Feeling the severe pain in his neck and the large amount of warm blood on his palms, the netizen who was shot screamed in horror.
"Help, help, help me, I was shot, I don't want to die~"
That extremely sad cry for help, intertwined with the continuous gunshots, made countless rookies who grew up in peacetime feel a seemingly uncontrollable urge to urinate in their bladders.
If it had been any other time, these arrogant people would have run away long ago.
But now they have long known that this attack is their only chance; in addition, fighting against Japan can always give the Chinese masters some courage BUFF bonuses.
For a moment, even though their whole bodies were shaking violently and even their charging steps were a little weak, they still insisted on moving forward.
Some of them even fought back according to the tasks assigned in advance.
For example, a group of attackers, Jason and others, who were carrying shotguns, pulled the trigger when they were still about sixty or seventy meters away from the gun tower.
While a burst of white smoke rose from the long barrel, a large piece of iron sand was sprayed out.
Don't mention it! This thing makes a lot of noise when it fires.
But this thing is not a serious shotgun after all. Under the huge movement, the large pieces of iron sand sprayed out have no effect at all.
Or to put it another way, the only result they achieved was that due to the huge movement, the rifle fire in the firing holes on the turret briefly stopped for a second or two.
It was probably those Japanese soldiers and puppet soldiers who instinctively made some evasive movements.
Although, such dodge is actually not necessary; facing these iron sands flying in the sky, they are actually very safe.
When the shotgun fired, Feifan and three netizens also took out a hand grenade from their trousers, pulled the fuse, rounded their arms and smashed it out.
A huge explosion occurred soon after, causing dust to fly under the turret.
It also allowed the charge team, which was exposed to the searchlights, to temporarily get some good cover.
Just wait until these three netizens planned to throw out another grenade pinned to their pants in the same way.
The firepower spread from the crooked machine gun, turning the flying falcon into a sieve in the blink of an eye.
Seeing this, the other three netizens no longer thought about throwing grenades and rolled around on the ground, trying to dodge the machine gun fire.
Soon after, they were happy for their choice.
Because after being hit continuously by crooked handles, Fei Falcon had no way to throw out the border-made grenade he had just pulled; as a result, in the subsequent explosion, this guy's head was gone...