The Italian officer took the chicken with a smile on his face, gave Yu Yang a thumbs up, and said something Yu Yang couldn't understand, probably to thank Yu Yang for his generosity.
Yu Yang smiled and nodded. If he could curse people to death, these Italians would have died a dozen or dozens of times.
Yu Yang didn't talk nonsense. He picked up his helmet and prepared to eat both chicken drumsticks in his helmet, so as not to be missed by these hungry wolf-like Italians anymore. As soon as the drumsticks were put to his mouth, there was a sound coming from outside the building.
Fierce gunshots, explosions, and voices that Yu Yang couldn't understand were screaming loudly.
Yu Yang couldn't understand what these people were shouting, but when the Italians who were about to eat chicken heard it, they immediately put down the chicken and rushed out with weapons in hand.
One of the Italians wanted to take away the MG42 machine gun that Yu Yang had just captured. When Yu Yang saw it, he immediately walked over, snatched the machine gun away, and hung the bullet on his body, indicating that the weapon was for him.
The Italian reluctantly released his hands holding the machine gun, picked up an MP40 and two magazines, carried them behind him, and left the room.
Seeing this, Makuyo Hiroshi couldn't help but want to scold these Italians for being too greedy. They were just about to eat their own chickens, and here they are thinking about their own weapons. Will they also want their own anus later?
Yu Yang cursed these Italians dozens of times in his mind, and walked out of the house while holding the machine gun.
The sound of gunfire came from the street entrance. Yu Yang walked to the window in front of the stairs and looked in the direction of the street entrance. An Italian tank had been blown up at some point and was burning.
Fierce gunshots were heard from several houses at the street corner. Yu Yang vaguely saw a group of old men standing at the windows, pouring ammunition crazily at the Italians. Italians kept pouring down.
In a pool of blood.
A dozen old men also appeared at the intersection of the street, using various bunkers to push forward little by little.
A company, one or two hundred Italians, and one tank were beaten back by these dozen old men.
Many Italians have already begun to turn around and run away. They are all prophets. Maybe they predicted that the dozen old men on the opposite side were just the vanguard of the Soviets. They were surrounded by a division of Soviets, so they decided to flee first. The Noodle Army
His nickname is well-deserved, and Yu Yang has seen it with his own eyes.
After seeing this scene, Yu Yang took off the bullet chain, put it into the chamber of the gun, loaded the bullet, and pretended to aim at the Soviets not far away.
The six Italians beside Yu Yang performed well. Instead of running away, they occupied the positions of three windows and started shooting to suppress the Soviets. However, the Italians' marksmanship was really bad, so Yu Yang could only
Gunshots were heard, but no Soviets were seen falling to the ground.
Seeing that these Italians did not notice him, Yu Yang knew that his opportunity had come. These damn Italians actually dared to snatch his own chicken. Before, Yu Yang could tolerate it when he was single and weak, but now he no longer has to endure it. The hatred of snatching chickens
, irreconcilable!
Yu Yang turned the gun, pointed it at the six people in front of him, and pulled the trigger. The unique sound of the MG42 tearing machine sounded, and the machine gun bullets easily shot through these Italians.
The six Italians never thought that the "friendly troops" who were eating chicken with them just now would actually shoot at them. In two seconds, they all fell in a pool of blood.
After taking care of the six Italians, Yu Yang placed the machine gun at the window and pulled the trigger at the Italians on the street in front of him.
Nearly three hundred rounds of bullets were all fired within a minute or two. These Italians only paid attention to the Italians in front of them. They did not expect that there would be enemy troops behind them. For a while, the Italians fell in a pool of blood one by one.
among.
Yu Yang fired all the bullets in a bullet chain, and several bullets hit his window. He immediately retracted his head. It was the Soviets who fired the gun.
The Italians were retreating in a panic and couldn't care less about themselves. They couldn't help but want to kill all these old idiots. I was helping them, but in the end, I shot at myself.
However, Yu Yang quickly realized that he was wearing German clothes and was regarded as a German by these old men.
He immediately bent over, took off his coat, walked to the corpse of the Italian soldier, casually took off a piece of Soviet military uniform, put it on himself, threw away the helmet and replaced it with a boat cap, and began to change bullets.
The feeling of shooting and killing with the MG42 was very refreshing and satisfying, but the rate of fire was too fast. Hundreds of rounds of bullets were all fired out unknowingly, leaving Yu Yang with only the last bullet belt left.
After changing, I secretly checked the movements of the Italians on the street. When these Italians advanced, they moved ten meters per minute, bit by bit, like snails.
But when he retreated, he was like a flying man, retreating nearly a hundred meters in one minute. Just now he was near the front of Yuyang Tower, but now he was almost at the end of the street.
There were also a few casualties among the old men, but the number of people charging was still a dozen. Yu Yang couldn't imagine that a dozen old men, holding rifles and submachine guns, could repel an infantry company covered by tanks.
, the Italians retreated rapidly, or to be precise, they retreated, without even caring about their own rear.
These Italians should have seen the story of the fat man and the thin man. These old men are the Soviet war bears, and the Italians are the thin men. As long as they can outrun their comrades, they will feel that they can survive and will not be beaten by the old men.
They were beaten to death. As for what was chasing them, they didn't care at all, as long as they could run away.
Just as Yu Yang was about to shoot, he heard footsteps coming from the top of the stairs. Yu Yang turned around instantly and saw three Italians holding weapons and running upstairs with frightened faces, as if there was something scary downstairs.
monsters.
When they raised their heads and saw Yu Yang and the black muzzle of his gun, they were immediately stunned, but they quickly reacted and raised their hands to signal surrender.
The Italians said something that Yu Yang couldn't understand, but it was probably something like surrender. Yu Yang didn't understand, so he thought these Italians were a bit noisy, so he immediately pulled the trigger, and the machine gun bullets smashed into the heads of the three Italians.
It was smashed to pieces, like a watermelon that had been blasted by a fist, and the red and white things were scattered all over the floor.
After stopping shooting, Yu Yang was just about to return to the window position and continue to shoot at the defeated Italian army, but when he heard a sound coming from the stairs, he immediately raised his gun again and took aim, only to see an old man holding a rifle.
He rushed up and when he saw Yu Yang, he pointed his gun at Yu Yang and shouted: "Put down your weapons!"
Yu Yang didn't know what this old man wanted to do. He held the gun without putting it down and shouted: "Put down the weapon! Otherwise I will shoot!"
Hearing that Yu Yang spoke in Russian, Lao Maozi breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, my friend, this is a misunderstanding. I just saw a German holding a machine gun in the room here and shooting. It seems that I
Dizzy."
"I've taken care of the Germans here, go after the Italians!" Yu Yang stepped aside and signaled that there were no Germans or Italians here.
Lao Maozi glanced inside the room and saw the corpses of Germans and Italians lying on the ground. He immediately turned around and left the room to continue chasing the defeated Italians.
