After opening Bian Po's eyelids and checking that his pupils were dilated, the orthopedic surgeon codenamed 'An Tusheng' muttered helplessly.
Long before the war started, he was assigned the position of a military doctor.
Specifically, when there are no wounded, they still pull the big bolt of the rifle hard, and when there are wounded, they immediately go to treat them.
After being rescued, it is naturally best to continue fighting. If not, it is best to save a small life and return alive.
The reason for this is that Hu Biao and others were thinking about something:
This broken system does not have a specific prompt as to what the post-war scoring standards will be; but if fewer people die, will the scores be higher?
Based on this idea, An Tusheng, who was pulling the trigger one second, grabbed a satchel full of emergency medicine and ran away the next second.
Originally, for this situation, he was assigned an assistant, that is, the bald netizen Dunzi.
The problem is that given the current fierce battle situation, he wisely did not call his assistant; having one more person to fight can also give him more strength.
With his back bent, An Tusheng ran quickly in the trench with bullets flying above his head, and soon came to the side of the wounded.
It was a pity that when he saw the bullet hole in the bacon's chest.
Even with his level as an orthopedic surgeon, he could tell that it was a hit in the heart and that he was completely hopeless. Looking carefully at the movements of Bian Po's pupils was just his last fantasy.
After all, this feeling of sadness made him feel extremely uncomfortable for a while.
The problem was, he didn't even have time to close Bianpo's wide-open eyes with his hands, when another scream came from his ears: "Doctor, doctor, come quickly~"
Instinctively, An Tusheng went in the direction of the sound.
This time, the wounded man did not die before he could reach him.
It was an old netizen codenamed "Flying Falcon", who was hit by a bullet in the neck; in a panic, he screamed in panic.
The main reason is that this guy thought that he was going to fail the mission this time because he was so unhappy...
Amidst the roar of "ta da da~", Original Sin allowed the crooked handle of the gun to continuously hit his shoulder during the firing, but still firmly pulled the trigger in his hand.
Even though he actually knew that because he didn't have a standard shooting posture, his right shoulder must be bruised and swollen.
And based on his military knowledge, the light machine gun is not used as he does now. The correct way to open it is to continuously fire two or three rounds accurately.
Because even Uncle Sam's M249 squad machine gun in the modern dimension is a weapon with a higher quality barrel material.
If you hold the trigger and don't let go, it usually only takes about 50 seconds for the barrel to go from red to completely useless.
The material used by the Jaap is inferior to that of several generations of junk. That is because the rate of fire is slightly slower, so it will last a little longer.
But if this continues, their only machine gun will soon be completely scrapped.
The problem is, facing the surging Japs, Original Sin can only delay their charging speed by firing continuously; otherwise, they will be finished before the crooked weapon is scrapped.
To be honest! He was not very good at using this thing, and his shooting skills were naturally not very accurate.
But the Japs in front of him were so dense that he didn't even need to deliberately aim. As long as he flattened the jumping muzzle, he would naturally knock the Japs to the ground one after another.
As for how to solve the problem that the gun barrel is now red when fired?
Of course, let the deputy shooter codenamed "Qingtian" load the bullets with the hand speed of being single for many years; the young white-collar AT who was temporarily grabbed took the time to pour cold water from the kettle on the barrel of the gun.
After all, this pretty boy couldn't even shoot a gun. His hands and feet were trembling for a long time and he couldn't even fire a single shot. It was still a missed shot.
Fortunately, Qingtian, the secondary shooter, was relatively calm during the battle and his hands and feet were relatively agile.
Actually, under the approach of a large group of Japanese soldiers, he calmly completed the rapid reloading of the machine gun; it must be said that this is the only place where Original Sin can feel gratified at the moment.
Fortunately among misfortunes, I found a fairly reliable secondary shooter.
But soon after, Xiao Pingtou no longer thought so.
Because the panicked voice of AT came to my ears: "No, there is no water in the kettle. The water in both bottles has been used up. What should we do now?"
"Piss on the barrel of the gun with urine~"
Looking at the barrel of the gun that could be used to light a cigarette, Original Sin began to shout.
Then, the young white-collar worker's crying voice sounded: "I, I really can't urinate."
"Qingtian, come here." Yuan Sin roared out.
The deputy shooter Qingtian obeyed his orders very well. He was not even like the little white-collar AT who couldn't urinate at such a critical moment.
Immediately, a stream of yellowish liquid, possibly caused by the fire, poured down on the barrel of the gun, and the condition of the red and crooked handle improved to a certain extent.
The problem is so stubborn that a gust of night wind blows at this time.
The crew-cut guy kept on firing and felt a wet patch of water on his face.
In the midst of inexplicable grief and anger, Yuan Sin greeted his fellow Northeasterners: "Xiling, you little bastard, are you feeling better?"
At this moment, he even forgot about his pre-war plan to move his position as soon as he opened fire.
In other words, Original Sin has not forgotten this point, but the current situation has made him unable to care about such a trivial matter.
Those bullets that keep flying around him will be considered as dead whenever they kill him...
"Grenade~" Yang Dongli, codenamed Staff Officer, yelled such an order again; because under their full fire, the Japanese still rushed to the forty meters in front of the position in a short period of time.
position.
In this process, they killed at least hundreds of Japs.
However, the Japanese charging in front of them showed no signs of decreasing at all.
At the same time, intensive gunshots continued to be heard from the positions on the left, right and opposite sides, and even the loud noise of the elm cannon was heard.
It is obvious that other positions are in fierce fighting and it is impossible to have the strength to support them.
For this reason, seeing that commander Hu Biao did not care about issuing new orders, Hu Biao, the "second boss" unilaterally recognized, shouted this sentence.
Under such an order, more than 20 smoking grenades were thrown at the Japanese soldiers, hoping to use such continuous explosions to buy them a little more time.
However, a shocking scene occurred, facing the grenade that rolled downwards after landing.
Without saying a word, many Japanese soldiers pounced on the grenades and suppressed the grenades with their own bodies. After a while, continuous explosions sounded as promised, but they could not completely suppress the Japanese attack.
Upon seeing this, Yang Dongli yelled:
"Everyone, please hold the grenade in your hand and count 3 before throwing it. Let's see how these devils defend themselves."
Unfortunately, before he shouted this, the next batch of grenades had already been thrown out. This time the explosion slowed down the charging Japanese offensive.
Upon seeing this, Yang Dongli picked up a hand grenade made in the border area and pulled the fuse directly in his hand.
The problem was that before he could count a number in his hand, Chen Gouwa, who was guarding him, suddenly changed his expression and snatched the grenade from his hand and threw it out.
The result was that the grenade that was thrown exploded in the air at a distance of less than 10 meters.
Therefore, if it weren't for Gou Wa's actions, Yang Dongli would have been dead by now, and he would have been killed by the grenade he pulled away.
Under Yang Dongli's confused look, Chen Gouwa turned around and cursed:
"Are you desperate for your life? Don't you know that except for the grenades produced by several large factories in Guojun, other gadgets are of inferior quality and the explosion time is not accurate at all?"
After hearing such a statement, Yang Dongli reacted.
He cursed in anger: "Those scriptwriters of those dramas are talking nonsense. They almost killed me."
Then, just as he wanted to express his gratitude to Gou Wa, this little warrior who was like a junior high school student slowly collapsed to the ground with a huge earthquake all over his body.
At this moment, Yang Dongli's eyes turned red.
He tried his best to cover it with his hands, trying to stop the blood that was constantly gushing out from a large wound that suddenly appeared on the heart of the little warrior Chen Goudan.
However, the hot blood that kept pouring out from between his fingers made everything he did was in vain.
In contrast to Yang Dongli's panic, Chen Goudan looked calm.
His eyes were staring straight at the sky, and his whole mind seemed to have been empty. He said faintly: "That thing called chocolate is so sweet. If only it could be brought to my father, my mother, and me."
My brothers and sisters can just eat some."
As he said this, he instinctively put his hand into his collapsed cloth bag.
Without even looking carefully, Yang Dongli knew there was a piece of chocolate that he had only eaten a little bit, something that his son often didn't care about eating and would throw around.
With red eyes, Yang Dongli roared like a madman:
"Xiling, when are you going to start firing? If you keep trying, I'll kill you."
As for the matter of calling An Tusheng, the orthopedic surgeon, to come and rescue him, Yang Dongli did not do so; his heart was penetrated and it was hopeless...