Amidst the loud noise of "Boom~", an M4A3 Sherman tank was hit by an 88.9mm super bazooka rocket behind the flank armor.
Without any suspense at all, it exploded into a huge fireball on the spot.
Miraculously, all the crew members in the tank were not killed in the crazy metal jets of the rockets.
Because after the hatch of the turret was opened, a figure staggered out of it and jumped off the tank.
But it doesn't matter, because when the figure ran out, his whole body was wrapped in fire; after running five or six steps, he fell directly to the ground.
The body covered with flames lay on the ground, twitching feebly for a while, and then became completely silent.
For Hu Biao and others, after this Sherman exploded, it represented good news: at least so far on the battlefield, the soldiers no longer had any supporting tanks.
Although there are still four armored vehicles of various types in the hands of the soldiers, they have to maneuver at high speed in order to avoid the brutal counterattack firepower of the ZB60 heavy machine gun on the position.
As a result, the opponent was suppressed on the ground, and the accuracy and continuity of firepower were greatly reduced.
In terms of actual threat, it is not too big, and it is much worse than tanks.
Just facing such good news, about ten seconds ago, this rocket was launched and successfully destroyed the target's iron egg, but there was no joy in my heart.
The main reason is that this opportunity to launch rockets was completely attracted to him by his teammate Xiling using his own name.
Facing the crazy suppression of fire from the opposite side, the two of them didn't even have a chance to raise their heads, let alone take aim and fire a rocket.
So at that time, Xiling opened fire and rushed out.
Then at this moment, Xiling fell down ten meters away from him. His upper body was hit by a 12.7 mm caliber Lao Ganma bullet, which had already made countless terrifying holes.
Originally, such a thing that attracted firepower required iron eggs to do it.
It's just Xiling's approach that allowed Tiedan to survive.
"Brother Xiling, I owe you once."
After saying something silently, Tiedan decisively dropped the empty Super Bazooka rocket launcher in his hand and returned to the position without looking back.
The reason for this was that Soldier No. 30 or 40 was furious and had already moved towards him. If he didn't leave, he wouldn't be able to leave.
And at a position about thirty meters away from them, NEO pushed away the swordsman who was about to carry him on his back.
He cursed: "Don't worry about me. It's better to die alone than two people. Leave the magazine and grenades on you for me, and then get out of here quickly. I will help you cut off the back."
When their anti-tank team destroyed another tank just now, NEO's legs were in severe pain. He didn't know how many 7.62mm bullets he had been hit by.
It didn't break, but I lost the ability to move on the spot.
Now there is also a group of soldiers who are already killing them. If the swordsman needs to take him with him when he retreats, wouldn't it mean that neither of them can escape?
Who doesn't know that after continuous forced marches and fierce battles, their physical strength has long been reduced.
Otherwise, NEO, who had a 20% increase in primary werewolf bloodline before, would have been hit by so many shots because of poor tactical movements.
"Brother, if you do something like this next time, I'll be the one to help you break up your relationship."
Knowing that this was not the time to be pretentious, the swordsman uttered such a sentence, and quickly took out a 71-round drum magazine from his carrying equipment, as well as two wooden bullets pinned to his belt.
Hand grenade.
After finally uttering an affectionate but meaningless 'take care', the swordsman ran towards the position without looking back.
During such a process, he could hear the roar of Type 50 submachine guns from behind him, as well as the soldiers' shouts for NEO to surrender.
And the familiar sound after the explosion of the volunteer army's wooden-handled grenade.
In such a situation, when the swordsman was still about thirty meters away from the position, he suddenly felt a surge of emotion and couldn't help but look back.
As a result, you can see a scene where a ball of fire exploded at NEO's original position and enveloped several soldiers.
With his eyes red, the swordsman used his best sense to restrain the urge to kill him right away.
Because he knows very well that he is needed more on the battlefield now...
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Indeed! On the current No. 1 position, because a large number of personnel continue to die in battle, the firepower is getting thinner and thinner, and reinforcements are indeed needed to fill it in.
Even if such reinforcements only consist of one or two people.
Under the gradually thinning defensive firepower, the soldiers had already rushed to a distance of 30 meters on the left wing of the position.
When they reached such a position, they all pulled the safety pins of the MK2 grenades in their hands and kept throwing them towards the position.
Under the flying fragments, the defensive pressure on the position was astonishing, and there was a danger of being breached at any time.
Here, the defenders can only hold on for as long as they can.
"Okay! Shut up, I just need a quick burp. Don't hold on for dear life. I feel so uncomfortable just looking at you. In a word, the remaining soldiers are all mine, okay?"
Amu, who was also on the left wing, was not a teacher from Nanxiang Vocational and Technical College. He yelled at the carpenter next to him.
However, through the content of the above curses, we can actually hear that everything Amu means is good.
Just now, an MK2 grenade exploded at close range, and a flying fragment directly pierced the head of the carpenter who was firing a crooked light machine gun.
Good guy! Amu could swear that he seemed to have seen the carpenter's white brain at that time.
However, despite such a fatal injury, the carpenter still pointed at the crooked machine gun and refused to close his eyes.
What else could the carpenter say, and what new ideas could he have? At this point, this group was famous among the entire garrison. It could be said that whoever took over would die quickly.
machine gun.
Everyone knows what it means.
If possible, Amu really doesn't want to take over this broken light machine gun, but now he can still make his comrades die in peace.
So, with only such a depressed feeling in his mind, as if something had happened to him, Amu shouted the above content in his mouth.
The next second later, the carpenter closed his eyes with a relaxed expression and burped.
Amu shouted: "Give me a secondary shooter and load the bullets for me~"
After that, he continued to fire "ta, da, da~"; as for how many soldiers had to be killed to complete the mission, he actually had no hope.
It's nothing more than killing one more person before death.
And two or three seconds later, a figure hit the miserable secondary shooter position with bullets flying randomly above his head.
This one seems to be destined to be the next owner of this crooked light machine gun, a 24-year-old self-employed small business owner in Fujian Province.