Another person was also waiting for the Japanese to knock on the grenade, right in the room between the machine gun deputy, three rooms.

The head of the commander of the Kuomintang army was still buzzing, and finally a trace of sound came into his ears. It felt very far away. He came back to his senses and found two rifles on the ground. He checked. One of them had been bent by a large wooden beam that fell from the house. The barrel of the rifle was bent, and the other one looked intact and should be fine. He pulled the bolt twice and could still hit it.

He came to the window that was blown up and poked out the muzzle of the rifle. At this location, he could only see the Japanese on the east side of the bridge. The Japanese on the west side were blocked by the bridge. There were two brothers in front. Now they could not call them to retreat. If they lost the cover of the bridge, they would run back to death.

The rifle bullet rushed out of the muzzle,

The distance was very close, and when the rifle hit back, it felt that the bullet's trajectory was not arcing. The company commander praised in his heart, lowered his head and glanced at the seven-goal-style guns whose muzzle was still smoking.

His right hand skillfully pulled and pushed the slightly black and gray smooth bolt again, and the muzzle was slightly adjusted. He looked at the grenade jumping on the ground in front of him, aiming at a panicked Japanese man next to him, but did not shoot. He was waiting.

There were two rooms in the west, and the unique sound of Czech machine guns sounded. The Japanese immediately lay down. The company commander straightened his body, moved the butt upwards, and aimed at the Japanese lying on the ground again. The target was crawling, as if he wanted to stay away from the grenade that fell on the ground.

Boom... Two loud bangs, a burst of smoke rose from the Japanese group, and the distance between the Japanese was a little wide open. The machine guns in the west were still ringing, with a small bridge blocking them, and the shooting situation on the machine gunner could not be seen.

After the explosion, the Japanese on the ground were still moving. It was because of the feeling that the Japanese who had been aimed at him for a long time should be nothing. They showed their helmets in their hearts, and the Japanese were looking up here.

Bang, the bullet rushed out of the muzzle again, and the Japanese crawled on the ground were shot in the face. The bullet penetrated the head and hit the inside of the steel helmet, and there was a muffled sound.

He pulled the bolt again and aimed at another Japanese man who was getting up. The Japanese man moved very quickly, with a standard flash movement, and was very close to the distance. He wanted to aim to move his body quickly.

Bang, during the small movement of the rifle, the bullet flew out of the muzzle again, and the frequent movement made the Japanese escape, and the bullet flew past the Japanese body.

The Japanese were shocked and found that the location was quite bad and became a target. They probably knew the direction of the bullets flying. They immediately moved quickly to the middle of the bridge head, hid behind the bridge, and used the cover of the bridge railing to extend the Tomosaka rifle with a bayonet hanging in front of them, searching for the place where the bullets came from, shouting loudly, it seemed that they had discovered the company commander's position and were calling on their companions to fight back.

The bullet hit the tilted wall, rushing.

The company commander quickly pulled the gun back, lowered his head and squatted down, shouting loudly to the two soldiers trapped by the Japanese on the side of the bridge, asking them to retreat into the house, and moved their waists to the east, leaned against the corner of the wall, looked around, looking for a new location for cover.

The last shell of the machine gun rushed out and jumped out of the gun, rolling in the air, falling to the ground, and then jumped up. The deputy shooter pulled the machine gun back and moved it quickly. After the bullets of this magazine were shot, he felt that he should have hit at least four Japanese.

I just don’t know who fired the gun in the east first. The Japanese were frightened and fell down. Otherwise, they would have achieved greater results. As for whether the Japanese were dead or alive, they could not care so much. At such a close distance, they were bitten by bullets and could not have combat effectiveness without death.

He opened the hole that was blocked by debris, moved his body from the rubble and drilled westward to two rooms, looking for cover again. There were originally bunkers in the house. The earliest plan was to fight streets with the Japanese in the street in front and use this river to fight the Japanese to block the Japanese. However, he did not expect that the Japanese's artillery fire was too fierce. In less than half an hour, the defense line collapsed.

The machine gunner took a sudden breath, then slowly spit it out, shook the machine gun body, took off the empty magazine, loaded it into a full magazine, grabbed a bullet from the bullet bag, aimed at the Japanese in front, and his hands did not stop, and habitually began to press the bullet into the magazine.

The Japanese crooked hands were pouring bullets into his position. Not long after, two grenades from the grenade launcher exploded at his position. A strong tremor could be felt across the two houses. The broken tiles on the roof began to fall down, and they fell on the steel helmet and made a sound. The pain was heard on the back.

The gun muzzle was aimed at the position of the Japanese machine gun. Before he could fire, the Japanese machine gun fired at both sides first. The machine gun was very tricky in ballistics. If it hadn't been for the fact that the Japanese had set up a bunker earlier and then shot from about one meter to about twenty centimeters, he would have been unable to avoid the Japanese machine gun.

After being swept by the Japanese machine gun, two bullet holes evenly appeared on the wooden wall that was blown by the shells, and light was emitted from the bullets. The deputy shooter felt a blemish in his heart and a cold sweat broke out on his body. He hesitated again. The Japanese machine gun position on the opposite side was right in front of him. Should he fight or not?

I seemed to hear the company commander's voice just now, and my heart slowly calmed down. The company commander was still there, so I was still afraid of a ball.

The two brothers by the bridge were also good. As soon as they retreated, they shot a bridge clip in the direction of the ghost's attack. It seemed that they even hit a grenade launcher in the Japanese. But I didn't know if I could save my life if I was swept by the Japanese machine gun.

From a distance, more Japanese on the other side came up, and the machine gun position had already burst forward, increasing to four crooked hands. His machine gun didn't even have a deputy shooter. He was about to press the trigger, but he slowly let go, so he should bear it.

In fact, he is the deputy shooter himself.

On the side street opposite, there were fewer gunfires and fewer gunshots. It seemed that the row of brothers who were left there were most of them.

The Japanese unloaded a lot of door panels from behind, and the puppet troops carrying sacks were using shovels to fill the sand on the side of the stone road into the bag. It seemed that they were preparing cover for the machine gunners.

The Japanese were still firing in a slight shot. The other Japanese infantry seemed to be preparing to cross the river again. The deputy shooter of the Kuomintang machine gun kept cursing the two retreating brothers who did not blow up the bridge.

Once the Japanese crossed the bridge, they could only run backwards. They were fucking them first, and then they found an inner board in the house, stood in front of the bunker, lifted the machine gun pod onto the bunker, and half-kneeled.

Turn the muzzle to the Japanese machine gun position, try to aim from one end to the other, take a deep breath, hold it in, and start exerting force very slowly and softly. The trigger slowly sinks deep, approaching the critical point of firing.

Dadada... The machine gun bullets pulled from the farthest Japanese machine gun position. It was basically impossible for the four machine gun groups to take care of them all. Fortunately, they are now facing the four Japanese machine gun positions lined up in a row.

After calm and calm shooting at three points, the ballistic began to pull back to the far end again. Two sounding machine guns stopped, one magazine was empty, and immediately replaced with a new full magazine, pulled the bolt, and pressed the trigger. The sound of the machine gun did not sound as expected and was stuck.

Maybe there was sand when I changed the magazine just now, or maybe it was another reason.

A machine gun deputy shooter, if you lose your soul and get stuck, it means you are beaten.
Chapter completed!