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Chapter 118 Kill a bloody road (4) [for jason-g3//11]

When the shouts from Qingshan and Fatty came from behind, almost using the last strength of their throats, as well as a huge explosion, Hu Biao certainly knew what it meant.

It means that there are two more brothers in their team, and they are temporarily separated from them.

If this mission is not completed, this separation will become an eternal farewell.

The problem is that in the current situation where every second counts, Hu Biao no longer cares about any pretense; he works hard to suppress his emotions, trying to turn himself into a machine that cannot get emotions.

Seizing that Japanese artillery position was the only thing he focused on now.

This is because the Japanese fired several rounds of illumination bombs over the battlefield in a short period of time, making the battlefield environment as bright as day.

So now, at the artillery position which was only a hundred meters away, Hu Biao could see everything very clearly.

After experiencing the initial panic, a small group of about 60 Japanese guards in the position had already reacted to this.

Under the kicking and scolding of a squad leader and several sergeants, the Japanese soldiers began to carry various weapons and lay down and kneel at the edge of the artillery position, looking for any convenient defensive position.

The most critical part was that several Japanese soldiers were carrying a Type 92 heavy machine gun and hurriedly moved towards the direction where Hu Biao and the others were charging.

In addition, the ballistic trajectory was originally set to bomb the protruding position of the four Type 92 infantry guns.

Under the crazy adjustments of the artillerymen, the elevation angle of the muzzle was about to be adjusted to the maximum level.

You know, the 92nd Division infantry artillery like the Jaap can be used as a mortar, and the shortest range can reach one hundred meters.

Therefore, it is really necessary for the Japanese to build up the powerful firepower of such a heavy machine gun and fire at Hu Biao and the others.

Coupled with the four Type 92 infantry guns, the continuous falling firepower can immediately build a tight fire blockade to block their charge.

In this way, the situation that Xu Feng and Yuan Sin fought so hard will be ruined immediately.

Upon seeing this, Hu Biao roared:

"Bacon, first shoot down this heavy machine gun and several Type 92 infantry cannons for me; no matter how you fight, you must clear a way for us..."

After hearing this, Bianrou didn't even have a superfluous response.

Of course, it's not that he doesn't want to talk to Hu Biao, but that this battle has lasted for dozens of hours until now. A fat modern man like Bianrou doesn't even have the energy to gossip.

His physical strength was almost at the bottom, there were many bruises on his body, and there was blood loss caused by the wounds.

And up to now, I have only eaten two steamed buns and one compressed biscuit as a supplement, which makes this frail old man in the modern plane almost disabled now.

Not to mention that in such a process of killing blood, Yun Yin had a limited number of people and was carrying an 82mm mortar barrel on his shoulder.

That is a large pipe weighing more than 20 kilograms, which is as heavy as a mountain to modern people.

That is, the location of this mission is one of the reasons why it is here on the Songhu battlefield. It is so exciting that it has exploded, and it can still barely persist until now.

So, after hearing Hu Biao's shout, he immediately put down the barrel of the gun on his shoulder.

Based on the tacit understanding developed in the previous battle, the sinner who followed him and the other artillery crew members did not even bother to say hello when they saw this, and quickly stopped.

A netizen put down the base, and the criminal took off the gun mount on his shoulder and planned to install it.

Another netizen put down the cannonball box he was carrying on his shoulder, and quickly started a series of actions to pry open the box and take out the cannonballs.

It should be said! This temporary artillery team composed of a few rookies, after less than two days of running-in, has actually reached the current level, which is already very good.

The problem is that Bian Po immediately realized that this was usually possible, but now it was completely impossible.

By the time they set up the mortar step by step and fired the shells, the day lilies were probably completely cold.

Making a quick decision, he first stuck the 20-kilogram gun barrel on the base with a "duang~" sound, and then held the gun barrel in his arms.

After slightly adjusting the direction of the muzzle, he shouted loudly:

"Stop the ink stains and shoot out all the artillery shells we carry without leaving a single one behind."

"Fuck! This will do." The criminal muttered, but still under Bianrou's instructions, he took out a cannonball from the cannonball box he had just pried open.

Then, one shell after another was stuffed into the barrel, and it was sent out with a "boom~" sound.

Considering the need to move lightly, they only brought two boxes of artillery shells with them when they set off, a total of 8 rounds.

The result was that a mere 8 rounds of artillery shells were fired with miraculous results by Bian Po; every time before the shells were ejected, he did not see any adjustments.

Just the hands holding the barrel moved slightly.

As a result, the shells fired seemed to have eyes and landed accurately everywhere on the artillery position.

In a short period of time, the Japanese's one Type 92 heavy machine gun, one Type 96 light machine gun, four Type 92 infantry cannons, and even several places where the Japanese gathered with more people were all dropped.

A cannonball.

It can be said that with just such a cannon, Bianrou actually defeated the entire artillery position and the defense of hundreds of Japanese soldiers.

However, the two Japanese trucks were not affected by the explosion at all.

Seeing Bianrou's arrogant performance, Hu Biao became excited and began to praise without words:

"Bacon, you did a great job. You were born to fight. When you get back, I will give you a military medal weighing one pound."

While shouting, Hu Biao did not forget such a rare opportunity. He let go of the empty Czech light machine gun in his hand.

Then he took out two more shell guns and used his impressive marksmanship to kill the few remaining Japanese soldiers on the artillery position as easily as they were hunting rabbits in the panic.

When other people saw this, they naturally rushed to catch up.

After firing all the cannonballs, the criminal pulled a handful of bacon that was still hugging the barrel and refused to let go, and asked:

"Let's go, that's right! This mortar has no shells, do we still need it? And if you can hold this thing with your hands, isn't it hot to the touch?"

Facing the sinner's pulling and questioning, Bianrou didn't even respond at all, and remained motionless like a door pillar.

Surprised, the sinner turned his head and looked at the bacon.

Immediately he saw a scene that made his nose feel sore and his eyes dull:

The middle-aged man in Magic City, who was still hugging the hot barrel of the gun, had a line of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. At the same time, the whole man had already lost his voice.

It seemed that the previous battle had exhausted his energy, and in the end, the huge recoil of holding the gun barrel and firing consumed his last bit of life force.

After realizing this, the criminal wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and strode towards Hu Biao and the others.

Because he knows that he can die, but he must die in a more valuable way.

Just like that, when Hu Biao and a group of others rushed into the artillery position, they left behind two extremely shocking scenes.

First, he gritted his teeth and shot out the last bullet chain of the MG34 in his hand; facing the Japanese who were rushing up, he took out another M1917 pistol and knocked down two more with a bang.

Then, he kept the last bullet for himself.

The reason for this is because he needs to carry the MG34 and several bullet belts. The load is too heavy and he does not bring any grenades.

Otherwise, he wouldn't mind being a suicide bomber at all.

Secondly, the lifeless bacon corpse, like a statue and monument, has been standing at the place where he died in battle.

Facing a half-crouched corpse hugging the barrel of a gun.

I don’t know why, but when the Japs, who were always awesome and powerful, didn’t go up and kick anyone down when they passed by.

On the contrary, when they were chasing Hu Biao and the others, they deliberately avoided such a target; perhaps, these were some opponents that they respected from the bottom of their hearts...


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