Lao Zhou dragged the light machine gun and was exhausted. The key was that he pulled the wound from time to time while walking, and he kept grinning in pain.

Even the pain was so painful that he almost forgot where he was. He kept thinking in his mind: Go over and help Lao Zhang quickly, otherwise it would be all over... Although Zhang Jun was holding a heavy machine gun and relied on the importance of his geographical location, he threatened the Japanese. However, Zhang Jun seemed to be incredibly glorious and would hit anyone he wanted, but as long as Lao Zhou was gone, Zhang Jun would be alone and would be killed by the Japanese in a few minutes.

It can even be said that even with Lao Zhou's help, they would never be able to hold on for long. The only hope now is that when trying to keep it, the third reconnaissance team can break through here. Otherwise, the best ending waiting for them is to retreat safely before being surrounded by the Japanese. However, it is more likely that they are buried here together. After all, the number of people is too small.

Fortunately, Zhang Jun knew that Lao Zhou was in danger and was desperate, and put all his energy on this side, and even shot wildly at the Japanese devils here. For a moment, the Japanese devils really dared not show up, which also made Lao Zhou safe temporarily.

"boom!"

"Ba!Ba!Ba..."

"Bang! Bang! Bang..."

Just as Lao Zhou was moving forward with this belief and struggling, suddenly, a hand explosion came from behind, which made Lao Zhou look back instinctively, but heard someone screaming thirty-four meters away, and then, the gunshots of the box cannon and the gunshots of the 38th cushion.

Obviously, someone had a fire exchange there.

Old Zhou was a little confused, which forced him to bite the tip of his tongue hard. The pain made him wake up a little. Then, he was stunned and suddenly thought of something: At this time, not to mention that the bandits in this area had been incorporated, and they had been broken up and they had been gone long ago. Even if there were really bandits, the gunshots and explosions had been heard for so long, even if Wu broke into this area, he would have been urinating.

In other words, those who dared to exchange fire with the Japanese must be from the assault regiment. In addition to the reconnaissance team, there were no other comrades in this area, that is, those who came from the reconnaissance team must be from the reconnaissance team. And this was the direction of the second reconnaissance team breaking through, that is, they were from the second reconnaissance team... Oh my God! The gunshots of the second reconnaissance team breaking through had already stopped. Even veterans like Lao Zhou and Zhang Jun thought that the second reconnaissance team was 100% wiped out. But who would have thought that now, they rushed here.

So much so that Old Zhou widened his eyes and stared at him blankly, full of disbelief. After a while, he suddenly exclaimed: "Mom! This is a fucking miracle!"

Then, Lao Zhou became energetic and murmured to himself, "Comrades are waiting for me to rescue, I dare not make a mistake at this time..." He directly grabbed the small hole outside the wound on his left shoulder with a bullet and tore it hard. Then, he wrapped the cloth strip around the wound on his left shoulder. After biting one end with his teeth, the other end was grabbed by his right hand. Lao Zhou took a deep breath, and his eyes suddenly showed a firm look. He pulled his right hand hard, and the cloth strip immediately clamped the wound on his left shoulder tightly.

But Lao Zhou was still breathing in a cold breath by the instantly increased pain.

After tying a knot around, he lifted the light machine gun and bowed toward the gunshot.

Perhaps, the pain in that moment just now made Lao Zhou not only wake up a lot, but also numb the wound. At least, Lao Zhou temporarily felt that the wound was not so painful. Or maybe he was determined to rescue his comrades, so he was highly focused, so that he forgot something else. Anyway, Lao Zhou became a little more flexible and his steps became much stronger.

I followed the six or seven meters above the path and rushed to the corner smoothly, which was exactly the same as Lao Zhou guessed.

Judging from the gun tongue, in addition to the four Japanese who were forced here by Lao Zhou with a machine gun, there were two or three Japanese Japanese who were shooting at a place that was not far away that was invisible. And the Japanese also would fight back one or two shots from time to time.

Seeing that these Japanese devils had no intention of touching them for a while, Lao Zhou immediately calmed down and did not shoot in a hurry at the first time. Instead, he set up the machine gun first, and then looked at the place where the flames were concentrated, and took out two *.

He looked down and found no stone. Helplessly, Lao Zhou had to half kneel on the ground, then bit off a thunder ring in one bite, then suddenly lowered his body, knocked the thrust on the machine gun, and then half kneeled and threw it to the place where the flames were most concentrated.

Then, immediately, the second * was thrown to the place where the flames were most concentrated.

Finally, while the Japanese did not find him, Lao Zhou crawled on the ground, set up a light machine gun, and pulled the trigger to the flame tongue more than ten meters away.

"Da! Da! Da... Da! Da! Da..."

Three shots were shot continuously, and the second shot was shot continuously, and a scream came. Lao Zhou guessed that he should kill the Japanese. Then, he immediately pointed the gun at the previous most concentrated flames. Now, probably because Lao Zhou's shooting alarmed them, he was almost silent at the same time. He was obviously preparing to turn the gun at the place where Lao Zhou was aiming.

"boom!"

"Ah~! Ah!"

"boom!"

It can be said that the appearance of the two * was completely beyond the expectations of the Japanese.

When the first * exploded, the Japanese were just busy crawling and turning around. When the * exploded, two screams immediately came.

When the second * exploded, it left the surroundings dead silent.

At this time, Lao Zhou was not polite and directly fired fire at the perimeter of the explosion.

"Da!Da!Da...Crack!Crack!"

However, Lao Zhou forgot that most of the bullets had been fired in this *. Just after he fired a few bullets, there was an empty sound.

Lao Zhou quickly lowered his head and changed his *.

"Comrades across the street, what group are you from?"

"Bang! Bang! Bang..."

Lao Zhou was about to answer, but the Japanese saw that the light machine gun in Lao Zhou's hand was silenced, and they knew that Lao Zhou was changing, so they took advantage of this rare opportunity to shoot at Lao Zhou frantically.

However, Lao Zhou was not anxious at all, because there was a small earth bun on the left side of the position where he was lying, which was not high, only about half a meter. In other words, as long as Lao Zhou was not at this time and rashly stretched out his head to commit suicide, then the Japanese had no choice but to use the bullets.

So, Lao Zhou quickly changed * and cursed, "Wang Xuebing, do you know who I am?"

"Are you... Lao Zhou?"

"You guy, it's been a long time since you've been sure it's me. Why did you get deaf in your ears?" Old Zhou pulled the bolt and was about to show his head from the left of the little rust bun, but he saw a few bullets flying past his eyes, forcing him to give up for the moment. However, he was not anxious and asked loudly: "Who else are you here?"

"Let's talk about it later. You can cover me with fire first, and I will go around from above to find you."

"It's OK, but aren't you afraid that the Japanese will hear it?"

"Tsk! These little Japanese devils don't understand our Chinese at all, otherwise I would have gone to see Marx long ago."

"Ha! Ha! You kid is still so clever. Okay, come around, I'll cover you now." Lao Zhou's voice sounded cheerful, but in fact, Lao Zhou's heart was very heavy. Not to mention that when Wang Xuebing answered this question, he paused for two or three seconds before answering. Moreover, bypassing this topic directly, more importantly, Wang Xuebing was talking about "me" rather than "we". All of this shows that the four comrades in the second investigation team died in Sanwei, leaving only Wang Xuebing alone.

Among the three people who died in battle, there was Lao Zhou's fellow villager Huang Guangming, who was also Lao Zhou's old squad leader. How could Lao Zhou not feel sad? It was just to not affect Wang Xuebing's morale, and even to encourage Wang Xuebing, that Lao Zhou held his mood and pretended to be a very pleasant answer.

Seeing that there were no bullets shot to the left of the small earthblock, Lao Zhou felt that it was almost done. He took a deep breath, rushed to the left, and pulled the trigger directly.

"Da! Da! Da... Da! Da! Da..."

This time I came here, except for the * pressed on the machine gun, I only brought two *... I was originally here to block the Japanese devils here, but who would have thought that someone in the second reconnaissance team had successfully broken through? Now, I feel that there are not enough bullets, so I naturally have to save some money, so I can only shoot three shots in a row to delay time for Wang Xuebing.

After finishing this *, Lao Zhou will have only one last *.

As a last resort, Lao Zhou changed his gaze and shouted: "Study Soldier, hurry up, I am the last one. If you don't hurry up, you can't cover you up."

As a result, no one answered.

But Old Zhou guessed that Wang Xuebing was about to come here, but he was afraid of being exposed and did not dare to speak... He should not be hit by the Japanese, because, as far as Lao Zhou felt, he felt that as soon as he fired, the Japanese were basically all the firepower to him, and he had no energy to greet Wang Xuebing, but he also had to avoid it from time to time... Of course, the Japanese were probably powerless even if they wanted to greet Wang Xuebing. Although the moonlight was good, the fog was a little, and the visibility was only about twenty meters. If Wang Xuebing said that he would take a detour, the distance from the Japanese was definitely more than thirty meters. Of course, if he was also hit by the Japanese stray bullet, then Old Zhou had nothing to say, and could only sigh that God would do so, what would it do! What would it do?

After a while, Lao Zhou felt that there were not many bullets in this *, and he was really anxious. Without the firepower suppression of the light machine gun, relying on a box cannon, let alone the fire cover, even Lao Zhou could not defend himself. What's more, I don't know whether it was the shooting that pulled the wound or the evasion that the wound on his left shoulder began to increase again.

Helplessly, Lao Zhou had to shout again: "Study, hurry up, I'm going to have no bullets."
Chapter completed!