Chapter 651 Little man, don't be afraid (3) [two-in-one chapter]
"It's too late!
I was asked to use a Gallic Lebel 1886 rifle to suppress a pheasant neck heavy machine gun and two light machine guns on the opposite side. What on earth was Po Luo thinking?
Do you think highly of me, or do you want to kill me?"
After a flurry of dodging, the husky who was jumping up and down was still bitten by a bullet on his left arm, and he suddenly cursed in his mouth.
At the same time, I endured the severe pain in my arm.
He stopped, put the butt of the rifle on his shoulder, and pulled the trigger.
When I felt the first smokeless gunpowder rifle in history, I felt the strong impact of the butt on my shoulder when firing.
I saw a Japanese who pushed away the corpse of his comrade and sat in the firing position of the Type 92 heavy machine gun. He was shot to death by me again.
His body was lying on the machine gun again, and the blood flowing out of the corner of his mouth covered the Type 92 heavy machine gun and the dense row of radiators with dazzling red blood.
With such a result, the Huskies immediately retracted their heads into the trench.
On one side, I felt two light machine guns firing continuously, hitting the top of my head and flying around, as well as the bullets that scattered dust on the trench.
At the same time, he began to load this rare bullet of 8*50 mm caliber into the empty gun chamber one after another.
At this moment, he missed the ZK383 submachine gun that he had used so easily but was eventually lost on the Volgograd battlefield.
If he really had this kind of weapon in hand, he would be able to beat the opponent's machine gunners to the point where they couldn't even lift their heads.
Unlike this, due to limited firepower, when he was targeted by those machine gun fires, brutal firepower would come at him as soon as he appeared, making it very difficult for him to dodge.
Of course, complaints are complaints, and Husky knows that it is not his fault that the task assigned to him by Poluo is difficult.
There are only a few people on the battlefield now, but they have to face an opponent five times more numerous. Deliberately arranging one person to suppress the opponent's machine gun firepower is already the limit.
While Husky was reloading, a painful howl came from his ears:
"Whoever is around, young and old, please give me a shot and give me a happy ending~"
Turning his head to look, Husky could see a man with black eyes and blood, wailing loudly in his mouth, and the sound was extremely shrill.
It was the Japanese who were attacking from behind and faced the firepower of the defenders. A grenade team hid behind the rocks and fired one small melon grenade after another on the trench.
One of the small melons hit the trench accurately, and the shock wave and fragments generated after the explosion blew one of Rose's two temporary guards into a bloody mess.
What's even more terrifying is that the guard's eyes were probably blown out.
To be honest! In these war-torn years, it would be better to die if you are blind.
So in great panic, the guard stood upright in the trench, expecting that whether it was his opponent or his comrade, he would be shot and die happily.
But he never thought that such a shrill cry would frighten the child soldiers around him, and now they were all trembling.
With a sound of "Bah~", the husky spat out a mouthful because he didn't know when he bit his lip and his mouth was filled with blood.
Then he bit the bullet, raised his rifle and aimed at the blind guard.
This was the first time in Husky's life that he had pointed his gun at one of his own and was about to shoot him. The complexity in his heart was so complicated that it was hard for outsiders to understand.
I don't know whether it was luck or misfortune, just when the Husky was about to shoot.
On the Japs side, the Type 92 heavy machine gun roared again, spraying the unfortunate guard with a large splatter of blood.
While beating his upper body to pieces, it also relieved all his pain.
At the same time, it solved the psychological problem of Husky attacking one of his own, and also let him know that he was alive again:
We must destroy the enemy's heavy machine gun firepower, otherwise we will not be able to continue the fight with the few rifles on the position.
You must know that the enemy's veterans can achieve a target hit rate of 70% when operating this heavy machine gun at a distance of 200 meters.
The threat on the battlefield can be said to be astonishingly large.
With this thought in mind, Husky Qi, who was holding the Lebel 1886 rifle, suddenly stood up from the trench and pointed the muzzle of the gun in the direction of the Type 92 heavy machine gun in his memory.
After quickly locking the target, Husky pulled the trigger again.
After the gunfire, the last member of the Type 92 heavy machine gun group composed of four Japanese soldiers also had a bullet hole in his helmet and died on this machine gun whose shell was covered with mottled bloodstains.
After firing, Husky didn't even have time to take a look at the results of the battle, and planned to retreat again to avoid being killed by the other two light machine guns.
The problem is that he has killed several machine gunners in succession before, and has long been targeted by the Japanese.
This time, after he had just emerged, he was not only greeted by machine gun fire; there was also a Tekken 30 rocket launcher that flew towards him with a 'whoosh'.
Although the flying speed of Tekken 30 is not very fast, how long does it take to reach a distance of only 30 meters?
That is to say, after seeing a puff of smoke rising, the explosion occurred not far in front of him; before the explosion occurred, Husky only had time to protect his face with his hands.
Then, under the impact of the explosion shock wave, Husky seemed to be knocked away entirely; it was not until he hit the other wall of the trench that he slipped to the ground.
Immediately, this guy's blood spurted out.
"Uncle, are you okay?"
Upon seeing this, several child soldiers around him hurriedly ran over and supported the husky's paralyzed body, preventing him from falling to the ground.
One of the child soldiers asked nervously.
Husky could hear that there was not only deep concern but also great fear in this boy's voice.
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"No problem, uncle still has a cigarette in his pocket. Please take it out for me and light it. After I smoke a cigarette and slow down a bit, I can continue to smoke. That's all the little devils can do, so young man, don't
Fear."
The husky, who had a smile on his face, said this to the child soldier who in his memory should have been born in Lu Province, but had forgotten whether he should be called Zhuzi or Mendun.
After hearing the husky's request and pretending to be relaxed and comforting.
The pillar, or the door pillar, helped take out a pack of Xuanhemen cigarettes from his pocket and stuffed the last one into his mouth.
It was only after this 13-year-old and 5-month-old child struck three matches in a row that he lit a cigarette disguised as a Lao Dao brand.
In his memory, Uncle Ha, who always had a playful smile but had no formal appearance, could no longer take a sip.
Because the iron fist exploded too close, not only the arms covering Husky's head and face were blown to pieces, but his chest and abdomen also suffered a huge impact.
When the Xuanhemen was lit, he just silently exhaled his last breath.
"Uncle~" Like a wounded little beast, that person was not actually called Zhuzi or Dunzi, but was actually a child soldier named Dafu, roaring angrily in his mouth.
In such anger, he gradually forgot the cowardice that appeared because he went to the battlefield for the first time...
"Hand grenade~" I heard Po Luo shouting this sentence in my ears.
Instinctively, Nang dropped the water rifle in his hand, picked up a grenade and pulled the fuse away. He habitually held it in his hand for a while and then threw it towards the trench.
In fact, speaking of it, the battle has only lasted two to three minutes at this point.
However, the situation on the battlefield was actually extremely bad due to the fierce fighting.
During the period of time when they were shooting at each other with the Japanese, Po Luo and others were at an absolute disadvantage in terms of number of combatants, weapons and equipment, and firepower density.
So, at this stage of the war, the casualties on the battlefield were huge.
Yang Zi, Husky, two Ross guards, and three elderly veterans of the baggage regiment were all killed one by one in this very short period of time.
On the current position, there are only six people left, including Poluo, Uncle Chu, Hanzi, Mang, a lame veteran in his 40s, and last week's translator.
As for Ross, Uncle Sam's war correspondent and a peaceful person who claims to be a civilian, he is still holding a camera and taking photos at this time.
During this process, it was obvious that his legs were shaking violently.
Of course, Po Luo and others suffered so many casualties, but with the help of condescending defenses, they still achieved considerable results.
Even now, all five members of the island team are still alive and well.
However, they still had some injuries on their bodies.
The Japanese team they led now has only half of its personnel, which is about thirty people. Such a casualty exchange ratio can actually be said to be very high in the Guo army's usual battles.
It's excellent.
It is a pity that there are only 6 rifles left on the position now, and the firepower density suddenly became sparse. After the island nation team finally stopped shooting at the same place, they began to plan to charge forward.
Faced with such a result, Poluo could only roar out "Grenade~" which was the strongest firepower they had at hand.
Amidst the constant explosions of "boom, boom~", some Japanese were killed again.
It's just that these Japs are very thieves. When they rush up, they keep a long enough distance between each other. After each grenade explodes, they can only kill one or two Japs.
In addition, the five members of the island nation's team are also very accurate with their marksmanship. As long as they show their heads, they may be hit by chance.
So when it was thrown, everyone squatted in the trench and threw the grenade randomly based on memory, so the accuracy was slightly off.
All in all, by throwing six grenades in this round, four Japs were brought down.
"Keep throwing~" Faced with such a result, Poluo hesitated for half a second and then continued to roar.
Under such an order, the python followed the same pattern and pulled out a grenade and threw it out.
As for the Japanese, it was naturally impossible for them to just be beaten without fighting back. They could only use the weapons in their hands to hit the trenches with dense bullets, causing the mud and sand to fly.
The grenade made another soft "boom" sound, and smashed a smoking melon into the trench.
This time, the unlucky target was Uncle Chu, a rookie. After the little melon hit the ground, it bounced a few times and then fell directly into the trench and stopped at his feet.
In his previous free time, Hu Biao arranged for the veterans and taught a lot of experience to the rookies.
Let Uncle Chu and others know that there is no chance for you to pick up the melons launched by the enemy soldiers and then throw them back.
Fortunately, there were no other child soldiers near this little melon.
So facing this thing that didn't know when it would explode, Uncle Chu immediately ran into the distance.
A special competition begins. As long as he runs far enough before the melon explodes, he can win, and the prize is to continue to live.
One step, two steps, three steps, four steps, and halfway through the fifth step, the small melon exploded.
Suddenly, Uncle Chu felt that his back seemed to have been pushed hard by someone, and he fell forward.
At the same time, he felt a sharp pain behind him, letting him know that he had been hit.
The specific extent of the injury was unclear because he couldn't see his back for a while; but what was certain was that at this moment, Uncle Chu felt that he didn't even have the strength to move.
But faced with several child soldiers running over nervously with red eyes.
After he raised his head, he forced a smile and said, "Young man, don't be afraid. I won't die. Just let me lie down for a while."
******
"Xiling, that bastard, where have the people from their hunting team gone? Why haven't they come back yet?"
When the leader of the island country team member in sight had already rushed to a place fifteen or six meters outside the trench, he cursed like this in his mouth.
Even if he actually knew that such a battle had not lasted more than a few minutes since it started.
If Xiling and the others had run a little further back then, and they didn't have time to come back now, it seemed to be a very normal thing.
But now that we have reached such a critical juncture, what if he imitates Hu Biao and curses on the streets to relieve the huge pressure in his heart?
After swearing, he also knew that facing the Japanese who were about to rush into the final position, he could only use a last resort.
"Fix the bayonet!" he shouted.
Of course, the so-called fixing the bayonet does not mean that he will give up the use of system weapons. It only means that he has issued a hand-to-hand combat, such an order full of blood.
There is no way! Because in the distance of 20 to 5 meters in front of the battlefield, there is only a 10-meter-wide upward attack channel left on the right side because it is separated by a big stone.
As long as they block this place with hand-to-hand combat, these people can't even think of rushing forward until they die in battle.
Then, if Xiling and others can feel it in this little time, then they still have the possibility of winning. If not, then it will be completely over.
With this helpless understanding, Poluo took off the 'Thor's Hammer - Imitation' he had been carrying from behind.
After a sudden roar, he directly inspired his primary orc bloodline, and then with the downward momentum, he rushed wildly towards the members of the island country team like a bolt of lightning.
Then, Kanji, who burst out with the blood of the junior troll, rushed down with a dog-legged knife.
A python that was also of orc blood burst out, clicked on the water rifle in his hand, and attached a rusty bayonet.
Separate also followed Po Luo's footsteps and rushed down like this.
The figures of the three of them also successfully rushed out from the defenders' position and successfully engaged all the combat forces.
Because the lame veteran, after a slight hesitation, still held the Hanyang-made rifle without the bayonet and staggered out of the trench.
As a result, before he could straighten up, a Type 96 light machine gun almost completely smashed his chest.
Wearing glasses, Zhou Yiyi successfully rushed out of the trench, but before he could take a few steps, a 6.5mm Tomosaka bullet shattered the lens of his glasses and pierced the socket of his left eye.
But facing the figures who rushed out from the position with an indescribable sense of tragedy and desolation, there were only three figures.
The leader of the island team, Yokota, a former homeless man in the Kyoto area in the modern dimension, had a cruel smile on his face.
I don’t know what kind of words came out of my mouth.
After he threw away the STG44 assault rifle in his hand and drew a samurai sword from his waist, the other four members of the island nation also drew out a samurai sword.
There were only two people inside, and their respective bloodline abilities exploded.
However, this does not mean that there are only two bloodline warriors among the five island nation team members; it means that they believe that after the two break out, they can easily kill these defenders.
After that, I will keep some of my strength to attack the Central Continent team's retreat.
In addition, there were still about twenty Japs left, and they all took action to withdraw their bullets, mount their bayonets, and speed up their pace to rush forward in preparation for melee combat.
In the sound of "dang~", there was an extremely loud sound of metal collision.
The leader of the Japanese army had an extremely uncomfortable expression on his face.
The main reason was that when Po Luo was condescending and rushed down like lightning, the leader of the Japanese army immediately stabbed him in the abdomen with a knife.
Facing the knife that could open his stomach, Poluo didn't even bother.
Because when he rushed out of the position, he didn't think about surviving; so he just hit the opponent's head with a hammer, making a life-for-life maneuver.
In desperation, Yokota had no choice but to change his tactics in a hurry.
After finally blocking a hammer in a hurry, both arms became a little sore and numb.
Fortunately, a teammate behind him rushed forward and successfully took over Po Luo's follow-up attack, starting an extremely bloody hand-to-hand battle.
Chapter 651 Young man, don’t be afraid (3) [Two chapters in one]