The boy who was caught off guard was kicked to the ground by Niu Gensheng. He fell to the ground and hit his head on a stone on the ground. A small hole was made on his head, and blood immediately flowed out.
"Why are you still a child?" a soldier next to him exclaimed.
"What's wrong with your child? Your child will kill you too," Niu Gensheng said coldly.
The child lying on the ground is actually a pretty handsome boy by ordinary standards. He has golden ear-length blond hair, blue eyes, and a handsome face. In future generations, he is still a handsome boy.
He is a beautiful boy who screams to make his aunt feel maternal love. But today, his eyes looking at several soldiers revealed deep-seated hatred.
"Haha" Zheng Xiaoyou laughed softly when he saw this situation, "Boy, it seems that he hates us. It turns out that he is a young boy. No wonder you came back with your life. You are quite lucky." Finally.
This sentence was addressed to the injured low-class soldier.
"Regimental deputy, what should we do with him or let him go?" a soldier said unbearably.
"What do you think?" Zheng Xiaoyou didn't answer, but turned to ask the soldiers around him.
"Then let him go," some new soldiers said with softened hearts after seeing the young man's pitiful appearance. Only Niu Gensheng and the veterans were sitting leisurely on the ground, wondering and lazily leaning against the wall, looking at something.
Looking at the sky, some are manicuring their nails.
"Let it go, then let it go." The smile on Zheng Xiaoyou's face became even brighter. After listening to the officer's words, a soldier pulled the young man up and was about to drive him away.
There was a sudden gunshot, and a hole the size of a finger appeared on the young man's forehead. The young man collapsed with disbelief in his eyes and nostalgia for the world.
Next to the boy, the m1911 in Zheng Xiaoyou's hand was still emitting a faint wisp of green smoke. Zheng Xiaoyou blew into the muzzle of the gun and then put the gun in the holster.
"Sir, what are you doing? He is just a child." The soldier rushed up and glared at Zheng Xiaoyou with angry eyes. He was about to argue, but was kicked down by Niu Gensheng next to him.
Zheng Xiaoyou looked at the soldier with a sneer and said with a smile: "Okay, he is still a child, but this child almost killed our brothers, or what you mean is that you think this child's life is more important than our brothers'
It’s valuable.”
"Sir, that's not what I meant." The soldier lay on the ground and looked up at Zheng Xiaoyou and said.
"That's not what you mean, what does that mean?" Zheng Xiaoyou laughed and said, "If you are not convinced, you can go to the gendarmerie to sue me, and I will be with you at any time."
After saying that, Zheng Xiaoyou glanced at the surrounding soldiers: "Listen, everyone, if you encounter such a bad thing in the future, don't have any illusions. Our enemies are everywhere here. Don't think they are young.
It's a stupid idea to not be able to hold a gun. They will shoot and kill people if they see us. What happened today should be a lesson, but I don't want to see it happen again."
"Okay, that's it, let's continue working." Zheng Xiaoyou looked around at the soldiers around him and walked away first.
Maxim and Igor, who belong to the ninth company of the 1st Russian Guard Regiment, followed their brothers in the company and were clearing out the remaining Soviet enemies in the city under the leadership of Captain Yakov.
Walking on the desolate streets, there are collapsed houses everywhere. The surroundings are quiet, except for bursts of gunshots in the distance from time to time.
Holding the Garand rifle tightly in his hand and staring around with vigilant eyes, Maxim knew that any negligence in such a hostile city could be fatal.
Suddenly, there was a violent gunshot and explosion in front of him. Captain Yakov quickly led all the soldiers in the company to run towards the starting point. "Quick, if there is a situation, everyone hurry up and get there."
When the soldiers ran over, they found the wreckage of a T26 tank not far ahead. In front of the wreckage, dozens of Soviet soldiers were launching a counterattack against a group of comrades under the cover of two T26s. The T26's forty-five-caliber tank
Although the model 38 tank gun is inferior compared to the Siberian Tiger tank, it is indeed a great weapon against infantry with only light weapons.
The Model 38 tank gun of the T26 fired very quickly. The two Soviet tanks used crossfire to make the other team members unable to raise their heads, while the Soviet infantry took the opportunity to approach step by step.
"Maxim, prepare the recoilless rifle," Captain Maxim shouted loudly from more than two hundred meters away.
"yes"
Maxim took off the barrel of the gun on his back, took the tripod handed over by the soldier beside him, and soon a 57-mm recoilless rifle was assembled. Maxim and the barrel
After the ninety-degree angle was set, Igor loaded the shells from behind, screwed the bolt door, came behind Maxim, patted his shoulder and said loudly: "The shells are ready."
"Whoosh" Maxim took aim at the target and pulled the trigger. He only felt a slight tremor, and the fifty-seven-caliber artillery shell rushed towards the target at a speed of 300 meters per second.
There was a loud "boom", and the T26's thin 25 mm thick front armor could not block the attack of a 57 caliber artillery shell that was enough to penetrate a 60 mm thick homogeneous steel plate.
The turret of the T26 tank seemed to pause for a moment before exploding with a "boom". At this time, another tank saw the fate of its companions and discovered their direction. It quickly turned its muzzle and faced Mark.
Sim fired wildly in the direction.
"Boom" a cannonball hit the love wall in front of Maxim. The low wall collapsed suddenly, and a brick flew right onto Maxim's helmet. A dull sound of "Boom" reached Maxim's ears.
, Maxim suddenly felt that the earth began to shake, and the recoilless rifle in his hand also fell to the ground. In the chaos, he did not know who pulled him aside.
Due to the transfer of Soviet firepower, the small unit on the other side also took the opportunity to run over. When they got closer, they turned out to be Chinese. A Chinese lieutenant colonel officer ran to Captain Yakov and asked loudly: "
Do you have anti-tank weapons? Ours were all damaged."
Captain Yakov helplessly pointed to the recoilless rifle that fell not far ahead, which was the only anti-tank firepower equipped by his company, and then shrugged helplessly.
"Damn it," the lieutenant colonel cursed angrily.
At this time, dozens of Soviet troops accelerated their approach under the cover of the only remaining T26.
The lieutenant colonel frowned and shouted loudly to Yakov: "Captain, cover me with fire, and we must get that damn thing back, otherwise we will be finished."
Captain Yakov also knew that if the last T26 was not killed, they would definitely not be able to outrun the tank. In addition, there were dozens of infantrymen on the other side to cooperate. Even if they did not kill the entire army, they would have more than two hundred people.
A annihilation would definitely result in more than half of the casualties.
"No problem," Yakov said in Russian to the troops. The lieutenant colonel also made a gesture to the soldiers. Suddenly, everyone increased their firepower, and the bullets were like splashing water on the T26.
Sprayed. The bullet hit the tank and caused countless sparks.
The lieutenant colonel yelled: "Big man, hurry up" while shooting forward wildly with the Somi in his hand.
At this time, a big man jumped out from the side and ran towards the recoilless rifle that fell next to him at a speed that was absolutely inconsistent with his figure. He quickly reached a distance of more than ten meters.
He grabbed this life-saving launcher. The more than 70 kilogram iron thing was as light as anything in his hand. At this time, the Soviet infantry discovered his attempt and pointed their guns at him. The bullet hit him.
There were constant "puff" sounds all around.
This big man moved very quickly. He rolled back and hid in a corner, breathing heavily.
"You are this one." Captain Yakov gave him a thumbs up, and the surrounding soldiers also looked at him with admiration. You can carry a seventy-kilogram weight in such a short time despite a hail of bullets.
It's really not easy to get the recoilless rifle back.
"Okay, now it's up to you." The big man was not polite, pointing at the recoilless rifle beside him and gasping.
"No problem." Yakov turned around and said without hesitation: "Maxim, it's up to you. Weren't you dumbfounded by the brick just now? Come over quickly and kill that damn tank."
Maxim shook his still dizzy head, picked up the recoilless rifle, and sneaked to a hidden corner with Igor to set up the things while the Soviet army was paying attention.
When the soldiers are attracted, aim at T26 and shoot
With a loud "boom", the iron thing that was still raging under gunfire turned into a pile of torches.
"Haha, Maxim, your marksmanship is as powerful as some of your functions." Captain Yakov's rude laughter came from next to him.
When the last Soviet tank on the opposite side was destroyed, they finally planned to retreat. However, this time it was Chahar and the Russian guards' turn to not let them go. Under the unified command of this lieutenant colonel,
Several hundred soldiers formed a half circle and moved forward step by step.
As the tanks were destroyed, the advantage of Chahar and the guard's small arms was immediately apparent. Under the ferocious firepower of Garand semi-automatic rifles and Somi submachine guns, the Soviet troops fell one after another, and the remaining ten
After seeing that there was no hope of resistance, several people raised their hands in despair and surrendered.
"Hello, Captain." At this time, the officer opposite Yakov stretched out his hand to him and said with a smile: "Zheng Xiaoyou, commander of the Lieutenant Colonel of the 102nd Division of the 37th Chahar Group Army, you guys played great."