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Chapter 765 Blocking (3) [Being Uneasy 17/20]

When the screams of those soldiers and vehicle commanders were heard constantly in their ears because of their injuries.

The power of his bloodline completely exploded, and the python, which felt like it had never been stronger than before, had already reached the platform of the stone wall by rappelling with its legs.

The other person just stood firm and immediately squatted down, grabbing the broken wire that fell on the platform with his right hand.

Then he quickly stood up and grabbed another hanging wire with his left hand.

Unfortunately, if the python had straightened its arms after standing up, it would have been able to reach the other wire.

But just at this time, a mountain wind blew by, causing the wires to sway slightly. The python was slightly worse and ended up catching nothing.

The sound of "Fuck~" came from a huge depressed python, and it cursed hatefully in its mouth.

But facing the current messy situation, he had no other better way except waiting for the wires to swing back again.

Fortunately, the python thought, this waiting process would only delay two or three seconds at most, so there should be no accidents.

However, the unexpected happened in such a short period of time.

It was at the rear of the armored convoy. An M8 Greyhound armored vehicle had successfully adjusted a 37 mm-caliber M6 artillery into position in a very short time and aimed at the python.

Even such a scene had already been seen by Hanzi who was on the second position at the time.

Immediately after standing up, he held an M1918 light machine gun in his hand and fired continuously at the M8 armored vehicle. The bullets hit the outer shell with a clanking sound, and sparks continued to fly.

I hope I will use my life to attract the attention of this thing.

But the crew members were completely unmoved in the face of such a level of attack.

So, when the python had just grabbed it with one hand and could only wait for the wire to swing back again, the gunner of the Greyhound armored vehicle stepped on the pedal and opened fire with a "boom~" sound.

"F**K, Bobby, you loser, did you secretly drink for me again? You couldn't hit that monkey at such a close range; hurry up, shoot again, or I will stuff you into the barrel of the gun and shoot it out.

"

In the Greyhound armored vehicle, a commander with the rank of sergeant cursed immediately.

Amidst such curses, the drunk gunner in the armored vehicle didn't pay attention at all; in the eyes of this soldier, what's wrong with drinking a little wine to keep warm in such a bad cold weather?

They never imagined that they were currently wearing thick thermal clothing and sitting in a heated carriage.

Such an environment is already an almost unimaginable, paradise-like environment for their hard-pressed opponents.

"Don't worry, this monkey is dead~"

The gunner named Bobby made such a promise in his mouth while he was busy.

All his confidence comes from his familiarity with the 37mm M6 gun in his hand; the theoretical speed of this thing is 30 rounds per minute, but that is only possible with an automatic loader.

of high speed.

This door in their car can only fire 20 rounds a minute because it requires manual loading.

In other words, it can fire in 3 seconds at most.

If the personnel in the M8 Greyhound armored vehicle had the above reactions, it was because their last shot missed the target and did not directly hit the Python.

But this shell is actually not too different.

It hit the stone wall directly above the small platform, about 5 meters away.

Suddenly, the stone wall, which had been severely weathered by wind and rain for who knows how many years, was immediately blown down.

The big ones weighed tens of kilograms, and the small ones were as big as fists. One or two kilograms of stones fell on the python's head like rain.

One of them hit the python on the shoulder, and the stone on the back was better.

Because the height is not too high, the acceleration generated is also limited, allowing the python to continue to persevere despite its staggering figure.

But there was a stone weighing at least thirty kilograms among them. When 'Duang~' hit the python's head, the python immediately felt a sharp pain on the Tianling Cap.

Good guy! Even he who has exploded with bloodline power is a little unable to bear it now.

At the same time, a stream of hot blood flowed directly down the python's forehead.

But in the blink of an eye, it flowed into the python's eyes, causing his eyes to sting and at the same time, the vision in his eyes turned blood red.

"What the hell! You don't even have a helmet, this is a bad fight."

With great depression in his heart, the python cursed like this.

Before coming to this task, Mang actually had a doubt in his mind:

Why is it that no matter whether it is in the movie or the relevant documentary information, there is no picture of a volunteer soldier wearing a helmet.

Including the 38th Army, this ace unit is also like this.

This is unscientific. Doesn’t it mean that you don’t have a helmet? Not to mention the bald transport captain, who sent many helmets over the past few years.

Even after the Kwantung Army surrendered in the past, hundreds of thousands of Japanese Type 90 helmets were seized, and there was absolutely no shortage of helmets.

After arriving in the mission world, Mang finally understood why this happened, and the reason was quite sad.

On the one hand, the volunteers do not have air superiority. If they march long distances during the day, the reflection of the helmets will be easily spotted by the soldiers and air forces above their heads.

Once discovered, it would be a huge disaster.

On the other hand, it is not convenient during night raids. If the helmet falls off during the process, it will often be exposed in advance.

Therefore, rather than risking exposure, it is better to cancel it directly, which can also reduce the load and burden on the volunteer soldiers.

As for what is said on the Internet, the current Rabbit's annual steel production is less than 700,000 tons, but Uncle Sam's steel production has reached 80 million tons.

The former, not even 1% of the latter, has this. This is not a problem of insufficient helmets, but the gap in hard power between the two sides.

No matter what, the steel helmet is still enough.

Therefore, Hu Biao and the others clearly brought over some Maozi SSH40 helmets, but before entering Korea, they were left one by one in the Dandong area.

This is also one of the biggest reasons why this miserable python would be so depressed if he had a steel helmet at the moment...

Quickly lifting the sleeve of his right hand and wiping the blood that had blinded his eyes, the python struggled to lift his left hand, which seemed to have a broken bone, and continued to touch the wire.

The usually easy movement of raising one's hand has now become extremely difficult.

Thank God! That section of wire was not blown off.

As for the armored vehicle that was about to open fire on him, Mang couldn't care less about it.

Finally, after narrowly pinching the wire with the tips of his middle and index fingers, the python knew that he had no time to connect the wire and could only use his own body as a conductor.

Immediately, the python yelled: "Second Platoon Commander, detonate~"

Under such a roar, the second platoon leader closed his eyes in pain and forcefully pressed the old-fashioned detonator in his hand.

Then, two places on the stone wall exploded.

In one of the places, after the python was hit in the chest and abdomen by a 37mm caliber artillery shell, the entire upper body exploded into a mass of flesh and blood, leaving only one of its legs still stuck there.

Elsewhere, a total of two boxes of TNT were finally detonated.

Even on an extremely fierce battlefield with the sound of gunfire and gunfire at this moment, the loud sound of "Brush!" was clearly heard in everyone's ears and attracted everyone's attention.

Hu Biao, who was firing wildly at that time, looked up and saw a scene he will never forget in his life:

Measured in units of thousands of tons, tanks weighing dozens of tons were completely buried in the large amounts of sand and stones that poured down from the stone walls as they were pushed and slid toward the roadside like toys.

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Then, it completely disappeared into the flying smoke and dust.


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