The Rise of the Scum of the Heavens

"Stop talking! Now go and tell the brothers in the platoon of the 9th Company that these devils have a lot of blood debts in their hands, and they will not show mercy or keep a single prisoner later.

By the way, I gave them a 99-type light machine gun, 5 hundred-type submachine guns, 5 M1 carbines, 10 [-]-type carbine guns, and some bullets.

correct!But you have to tell them in advance that the [-]-type cavalry gun and carbine can be given to them, but the light machine gun and submachine gun can only be regarded as loaned to them. "

This is indeed the case, facing the impending attack of the devils.

It is of course very necessary to temporarily strengthen the firepower of the platoon of the 9th company.

But it doesn't mean that Hu Biao is willing to give him those many automatic weapons.

What the hell!In North America, even Thomson antique guns, which are of better quality, but had an astonishing output at the beginning, can sell for more than 3 U.S. dollars each.

The Type [-] submachine gun, which is rarely produced by the devil, is destined to be more expensive.

So unless he has a brain hole, he will give away such equipment that represents at least hundreds of thousands of dollars so generously.

"Old Hu, you are a dead button, dead button guy."

After hearing Hu Biao's last sentence, "Swordsman" cursed in a low voice, he was ready to get busy with the above things.

But at such a moment, Hu Biao stopped him again.

By the way, I asked: "Swordsman, what's going on with you this time? Why does it look a little weird, is something happening in the modern plane?"

"It's nothing, what's going on here." After squeezing out a smiling face, the swordsman distinguished such a sentence.

But the reluctant expression on this guy's face let him know that there was something wrong.

So the swordsman said in his mouth: "Forget it, after completing such a mission first, let's have a good chat. It is important to fight the war first."

After throwing down such a sentence, the swordsman left in a hurry.

Looking at the swordsman's back, Hu Biao sighed silently in his heart. He knew that something worried in his heart was about to happen.

Faced with such helplessness, he was a little helpless.

In the end, he could only vent his anger, and started digging towards the mountain, planning to dig out another anti-blasting hole that could accommodate two to three people...

******

The next battle between Hu Biao and the others started at around 4:10 in the morning.

And at around 4 o'clock, they were on the high ground of Bajialing, and they could hear a burst of intensive guns running and shouts from multiple directions including left and right.

On the contrary, there was no reaction or movement in the front direction of Hu Biao's Bajialing position.

It's just that Hu Biao and the others knew that the surrounding battles were nothing more than diversionary attacks from the direction of the devils, and they were about to usher in a big meal.

Sure enough, after seven or eight minutes.

Hu Biao and the others could hear the rolling sound of empty cans in the quiet night sky.

These cans, of course, are simple early warning devices processed by Jason and his group using canned spam luncheon meat and some readily available vines.

As long as the vines are tripped by someone, they will roll down the mountain with a 'jingle'.

Therefore, all the above is a point, and the devil has touched it; without hesitation, Hu Biao yelled out:

"Little red guy~"

Little red guy, of course, is Hu Biao's name for bacon; it's not insulting or not, it's just a nickname used by their internal staff to tease each other.

It's like Hu Biao is often called dead on the street, but I haven't seen him swearing.

Therefore, after hearing the words, Xianrou greeted Hu Biao kindly in his mouth; on the mortar position, he immediately fired a flare.

Sure enough, under the bright daylight of flares.

Hu Biao could see that on a hillside about 200 meters away, some black helmets and figures covered with various disguises were squirming like maggots.

I don't even bother to yell out the word 'hit~'

Hu Biao quickly put a devil's head into the front sight of the Garand semi-automatic rifle in his hand, and then decisively pulled the trigger, allowing a 7.62 caliber bullet to penetrate a devil's Type 98 steel helmet.

A figure that was slowly approaching stopped immediately.

And Hu Biao's gunshot, for the members of the Zhongzhou team, this is the order to start the battle.

But this time, it was Xu Feng and AT who were the first to do it. They each held a devil grenade, stuffed it with a Type 91 grenade, and greeted the crowd of devils.

The main reason for this is that the Type [-] submachine guns they are currently equipped with have no accuracy at all at such a long distance.

So they thought about whether to develop their ability to use grenades.

So after the battle started like this, they used this thing a little clumsily.

Then, the grenades fired by these two guys landed on the open space between 200 and [-] meters in a row, without causing any results in the slightest.

Seeing this, Yuan Sin burst into a loud "haha~" laugh.

Then, with a bah~ sound, he spit out a mouthful of such a rich object with shredded tobacco, thick phlegm, cigarette butts, and saliva.

Holding the handle of the M2 Lao Ganma with both hands, a brutal killing began.

Chapter 291 Fierce Battle at Bajia Ridge ([-])

Time, early 26 am on the 7th.

Hu Biao was holding a walkie-talkie in his hand that was two sizes bigger than the legendary mobile phone and could kill people, and he was talking with people.

The caller, of course, is Yang Dongli and others who are still in Hengyang City.

Yang Dongli and the others, who were staying in the city, could faintly hear the sound of the cannon from Bajialing, and they made contact early in the morning with some concern.

The specific model of such a gadget in Hu Biao's hand is the SCR-536 walkie-talkie developed by Motorola that is often seen in the hands of soldiers in many World War II-themed movies.

Because such a walkie-talkie model was developed as early as 42, this time it was successfully brought over by the fake foreign devils.

This thing is a bit heavier, but it can barely solve the communication ability between the two groups within the team under the short-distance situation.

The only problem is, this thing has a theoretical communication range of 10 miles.

But in actual operation, such a distance is often not reached, and even half of it is a little bit reluctant.

No!In the current call between the two, the poor call quality made Hu Biao, who is used to 5G communication in the modern plane, a little uncomfortable.

"Hey, can you hear me clearly?"

On the opposite side of Yang Dongli, even if he was pulling his throat, there was a severely distorted and inaudible voice.

"Wait, I'll look for the signal first." Holding the mobile phone with the longest wire in his hand, Hu Biao looked around for a place with better signal just like using PHS in the early years.

As a result, almost the entire mountain was walked once, only to find that the signal was slightly better if squatting on a stone the size of a millstone.

So Hu Biao just squatted on such a rock, and just made do with it and communicated with Yang Dongli.

Then, the two had a conversation almost in the way of shouting.

In such a call, first of all, Yang Dongli reported to Hu Biao their work achievements yesterday and today's work plan.

After saying this, I asked with some concern:

"Old Hu, can you stand it?

Shall I ask the warehouse manager and the translator to come over, and they can bring some bulletproof plates. Today I just met some engineering brothers from the 3th Regiment of the 8rd Division, so I can ask them to help process them as soon as possible? "

"No need." Hu Biao thought for a while in his head, and then he gave such an answer.

"If you stay in the city, you can play a greater role, and now our work here is relatively easy." When it comes to this, it seems to be to reassure Yang Dongli.

In his mouth, Hu Biao began to brag constantly, or to show off:

"Just two hours ago, we repelled an attack from the Songshan detachment; let me tell you, those devils from the special field forces have a very strong fighting quality and a very strong will to fight.

But so what?Didn't we kill more than 100 people, and they were repelled in such a embarrassing manner, and no follow-up attack has been launched until now.

That is to say, the devil's snipers, grenades, and Type 92 infantry artillery are troublesome, so we have no way to continue to clean up the battlefield, and we can't get a lot of good things. "

Upon hearing this, Yang Dongli, such a bag-licking maniac, almost came over to clean the battlefield in person under such a stimulus.

Fortunately, under Hu Biao's repeated persuasion and assurance.

It is guaranteed that all kinds of captured weapons will be left for him at that time, and a designated time will not let him suffer.

It was Yang Dongli who gave up the decision of not caring about anything and coming to lick the bag.

******

Hu Biao put away the antenna of the Motorola walkie-talkie in his hand after talking back and forth for so many hours and hanging up the call.

Suddenly, after hearing something faintly in his ears, he couldn't help but his complexion changed drastically.

He yelled frantically: "Bombardment, everyone hides immediately~"

What the hell!This is just a bragging with Yang Dongli. Is this the devil's face being slapped?They did not move for such a long time, so they were preparing artillery support.

With such an idea in mind, Hu Biao grabbed a member of the 9th Company of Guojun, who looked like a recruit, and ran towards the nearest anti-blasting hole.

From the fluffy corners of the little brother's mouth, it can be seen that whether he is 15 years old or not is enough, he was completely frightened by the sharp gunfire in the air.

Hu Biaocai took one of his arms and got into the nearest blast hole, and the two barely squeezed into the narrow blast hole.

A 70mm caliber shell landed right next to the little brother.

If it weren't for Hu Biao's shot at a critical moment, he would be completely reimbursed now...

For Hu Biao, the sudden launch of such a bombardment by the devil was just the same thing.

Because based on his experience of being bombarded by devils many times, the weapons currently used by devils are some 70 mm caliber Type 92 infantry guns.

In terms of scale, it is only 6 doors.

Therefore, after he was confident that the bomb defense tunnel he built by himself would be fine even if he was hit directly under such shelling, Hu Biao's attitude was quite stable.

Even in the mood, he stretched out his hand and quickly picked up a burning branch from the trench outside the bomb defense hole, lit a cigarette on his mouth, and stuffed it directly into the little brother's mouth.

By the way, to comfort the general, he asked in his mouth:

"Little brother, where are you from? Don't be afraid, as long as this kind of small cannon is concealed, it is nothing at all, and it will be fine."

The main reason for Hu Biao to speak like this is that this little brother is now pale and his legs are trembling badly; veterans are afraid of machine guns, and recruits are afraid of artillery. It is normal, and Hu Biao can fully express his understanding.

After instinctively opening his mouth to take Hu Biao's cigarette, the little brother said: