The moment after the mad dog was killed and the sound of cannons subsided.
At that time, he was firing wildly, using the firepower at hand to suppress the blocking team on the opposite side. He didn't have any free time to think about too many things.
He was busy using the firepower of the MG42 to suppress a Maxim on the opposite side, plus three or four light machine guns, and even a grenade launcher. The original sin of so much firepower.
It was just like the time when Hu Biao led them to rush out with explosive packs in their hands at the Brown Yanggou position.
He yelled: "When you hit the next one, you must not let this thing stall. It's best to fire all the shells out and don't waste them."
At this moment, Yuan Sin suddenly understood the helplessness and bitterness that Hu Biao felt when he issued such an order before, and realized that the grandson actually disagreed with it.
But then again, next time we have a chance, we still have to gang up on that grandson.
After the original sin issued the order, the few remaining members of the blocking team also responded.
"What the hell! It's up to you." The translator cursed in his mouth as he thought that there were still more than a dozen shells left and it would be extremely difficult to fire them all.
Then, with a rush of rolling and crawling, he rushed towards the grasshopper who was still hugging the barrel of the gun.
This guy was actually shot now, half of his left ear was blown off, and he was hanging on the hot barrel of the gun. The scene was indescribably horrifying.
So the current grasshopper is just holding on with a breath of bad breath in his heart.
In this way, the translator rushed to the gun barrel, which was being cursed by personnel from both sides, but still had to fight to the death.
After picking up a shell from the pried open ammunition box, he stuffed it in as usual, allowing the strong firepower to suppress the firepower on such a small battlefield and began to show its power again...
"What the hell, I'm at a loss~"
More than half a minute, to be precise, 35 seconds after hearing the sound, the translator cursed and said this, then closed his eyes with regret.
The main reason was that after he had fired three shells, a shell whizzed past and landed more than 3 meters in front of his running position.
The caliber of that thing was not large, but the air waves and flying shrapnel generated by the explosion immediately knocked the translator and Grasshopper to the ground.
At the same time, Lao Pao also rolled continuously under such an impact and reached the edge of death.
In fact, in the past two minutes, Lao Pao had become weaker and weaker due to the massive blood loss from his wounds.
The ball used to hold down the wound was just a huge joke to the blood spurting out of his wound. How could it hold it down?
So Lao Pao, who was now in a dying state, was already muttering something that filled him with resentment:
"Type 59 100mm anti-aircraft gun, Type 59 57mm anti-aircraft gun, Type 85 23mm double-barreled anti-aircraft gun, Type 87 25mm double-barreled anti-aircraft gun, Type P793 37mm double-barreled anti-aircraft gun~
As long as you give me any course, today will not be a one-way trip."
As for Baozi, because his throat was cut open by a shrapnel, no sound could be heard from his constantly opening and closing mouth.
In this way, the lives of Baozi and Lao Pao have entered a countdown.
Even though the translator, a fat and greasy person like him, had a lot of shrapnel on his body, although they were not too lethal parts, he did not die immediately.
However, the severe injuries still left him completely unable to move and he lost all combat effectiveness.
The remaining 10 or so mortar shells seemed to be a complete waste.
Because at this moment, the blocking team did not have any extra hands to pick up a piece that was rolling along the way, and it had already rolled to the side of the road.
The 82 mm diameter pipe was covered in blood, brains, a half-pulled ear, and snow stains.
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The culprit that caused all of the above was a small convoy of Type 97 medium tanks that rushed over, along with two Type 95 light tanks.
After the leading Type 97 medium tank stopped, it immediately opened fire with its 47mm short-barreled tank gun and fired a shell at it.
Then, it caused the current killing effect.
At this point in the battle, it actually lasted more than four minutes; Hu Biao's attack on the city gate position also lasted only seven or eight minutes.
In such a short battle, the only people alive and capable of fighting in the current sniper position were Original Sin, God Stick, and Sinner.
As for the specific results of Hu Biao's fight until now, Yuan Sin and others simply don't know, nor are they in the mood to know.
However, as long as Hu Biao doesn't send a signal flare, they will have to hold on here.
The question is, facing these Japanese tank squads, what can they do to defeat them?
"This grandson, Hu Biao, has always been grinding and grinding in his work, and he has never been happy."
At the same time he cursed like this, he changed a bullet belt, and with the hurried help of the magic stick, he changed the hot barrel of the gun, without any intention of retreating.
But they continued to fire, and several more artillery shells came from the opposite side; in addition to the 47 mm artillery shells, there were also smaller caliber 37 mm artillery shells.
But no matter what, the 37mm caliber artillery shell is still a terrifying and cruel weapon for infantry.
Therefore, the moment after the explosion occurred, the two people in the machine gun team, Original Sin and Shengun, were blown to the ground by the air wave of the explosion.
In other words, the offender was a little lucky and did not suffer any serious harm.
But those were the ice chips brought up by the explosion, which still made many small cuts on his face, which was blue from the cold, and only narrowly missed his eyeballs.
After the tank team on the opposite side opened fire, they rushed over with roaring engines and the sound of tracks scraping against the road.
Seeing this, the rest of the Ergouzi, in high spirits, followed the tank team on both sides and behind, and advanced towards this side.
At this moment, they thought there was no suspense about the battle...
Amidst the dizziness in his head, the god who was thrown away looked up and took a longing look.
Immediately you can see that not far away, the criminal has a sinister smile on his face and puts his hand on the old antique detonator.
Seeing this, although every bone in the body of the god stick was in severe pain, he was still filled with indescribable relief.
Because when the criminal was preparing gifts for the devils, he witnessed such a thing, and of course he knew that this gift contained a whole box of TNT.
Therefore, he was very much looking forward to the wonderful scene when such a gift was received by the Japanese.
At the same time, the original sin and the translator, who were aware of this, had the same idea in their hearts.
Therefore, the three people lying on the ground were fully expecting that with the sound of the tracks turning in their ears, the Japanese tank team was gradually getting closer and closer to them.
After feeling that the position was almost the same, the criminal placed his right hand on the detonator and pressed down hard.
As a result, nothing happened. It must have been that the wires connected to the explosives were blown off in the gunfire just now.
At this moment, Shengun, the middle-aged lathe worker, became extremely angry; he was even more angry than when he was scolded as a grandchild by his annoying boss in the factory.
In great anger, the magic stick suddenly jumped up and instinctively chanted a familiar scripture.