The Rise of the Scum of the Heavens

While trying to swallow his saliva, Po Luo couldn't wait to yell.

Under the urging of Po Gong, Da Huyou took out his right hand that had been hidden under his clothes like a treasure, and then revealed a green bitter gourd, 15 cm long and 4 cm in diameter.

Yes, that's right, it's a bitter gourd.

However, I know that if this thing is not boiled, it will be bitter if eaten raw, but under the temptation of that green color.

This old comrade born in the 70s couldn't help but spit out the saliva from his chin.

In the following time, such a bitter gourd was cut in half as fairly as possible.

After picking up half of it, Po Luo took a small bite carefully, and the bitter taste in his mouth made him almost spit it out.

Just thinking about the hard-won of this thing and the great benefits of eating it, Po Gong insisted on swallowing it hard.

Don't say it!After a while of bitterness, there is still such a sweet taste; this is really a rare experience for this post-70s, old uncle...

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In this way, the broken gong bit by bit killed half of the bitter gourd, even the juice and the seeds inside.

Finally, after he licked the juice on his finger, although his mouth was bitter, he found that he was still a little bit unsatisfied.

The broken gong is definitely not a special case.

To be precise, it should be the surviving personnel of the entire camp who are doing the same thing now. Everyone has never thought that bitter melon is eaten raw, but it is so delicious, and it can even be described as delicious.

At the same time, I don't know if it's because I ate half of my baby's bitter gourd in this extremely difficult situation.

An illusion appeared in front of Po Luo's eyes, making him feel a lot cooler, and at the same time, something even more miraculous happened.

It was on the ground in front of him, and there was a green mist, the kind of bitter melon green.

Then, Hu Biao said something like thunder, and Po Luo immediately realized that this was not an illusion, but something that could kill him.

"Damn! The wind is blowing, and the wind direction is our side; everyone immediately put on masks, and the devils released poisonous gas~"

In such a yell, Po Gong, who came to his senses, hurriedly took out a gas mask from a small bag hanging on his buttocks, and put it on awkwardly.

It immediately made it difficult for him to see and breathe.

Raising his hand was a swarm of bullets, after killing a devil who was also wearing a gas mask.

Facing the devil's poisonous gas, the only thing that made Hu Biao feel lucky was that because too many defenders died in battle, the gas masks, which were originally rare, now have more than one man on the battlefield...

The green poison gas used by the devils should be the legendary "Green Cross Gas", which is a mixture of chloropicrin and phosgene.

This thing is a suffocating gas, as long as you wear a gas mask, you will be fine.

Of course, after wearing a bulky mask, the activities were far from smooth as usual.

Because, when the firepower on the position broke out one by one, there were more than 100 devils wearing gas masks who were inconvenient to move around, thinking that the defenders on the position were all lying on the ground.

One after another, they were easily killed by the defenders, as if they were being hit as fixed targets.

After about seventy or eighty corpses were left behind, the devils retreated in embarrassment once again, seeing that they were stealing nothing.

Coincidentally, another gust of violent wind blew away the green mist permeating the position very quickly.

Just as Po Luo was thinking about whether he could take off the gas mask that was obstructing his face because his chest and abdomen were so suffocated, Fei Falcon already took off the gas mask on his face.

Then, with a sound of 'Wow~', he spit out like a mountain roar and a tsunami.

Looking at the bitter melons mixed with his vomit all over the floor, Po Gong suddenly thought of the adjective 'huge loss'.

Obviously, regarding the point of 'huge loss', Falcon himself thought so.

So in the great anger in his heart, this guy stood up from the trench, held such an MG42 in his hand, and started shooting wildly at the devils who were still retreating.

Under his strafing, several devils were put to the ground immediately.

The problem is that before Xu Feng, who saw something bad before him, pulled this dead thing down, Fei Falcon already had a bullet hole in his forehead.

Even if the devil sniper in ambush was killed by the warehouse manager in a blink of an eye, the Zhongzhou team is now reduced by one member.

Then, Po Luo could hear Hu Biao's helpless roll call: "Po Luo! This MG42 belongs to you for the time being, let Big Huyou be your assistant shooter~"

Chapter 328 Breaking the City ([-])

On the 5th, at around 9:[-] p.m., there was a day of fierce fighting in the small battlefield of Xinshi Street. After a day of fighting, both sides were a little exhausted, and calm was restored again.

Compared with yesterday's time, the situation on the battlefield of Xinshi Street seems to have not changed at all.

Because after a day of fierce fighting during the day, Hu Biao and the others launched a difficult night attack last night, and lost the position they had regained so hard.

It was back to the position they occupied, compressed to only a third of the block.

However, in such a small block that was completely destroyed, thousands of corpses have been added today, as well as the wreckage of several tanks and armored vehicles.

It shows that on such a day today, both sides are fighting with all their strength.

And at such a point in time now, after the tired two sides have ceased fire, does it mean that the personnel of both sides can have a good rest for a night and fight again tomorrow?

Certainly not, both sides know that a more intense and cruel night battle is about to begin thoroughly...

"Baga~ Everyone cheered me up and stared at every suspicious situation outside the position.

Think about your relatives in your hometown, if because of your carelessness and cowardice, the position is lost; and you suffer some undue treatment and consequences, what a terrible end it will be. "

In the cool night breeze, even after opening his shirt and exposing his chest, Shao Zuo Yamada still felt hot all over his body.

For this reason, he could only keep waving a samurai sword with a sheath in his hand, shouting so wildly in his mouth.

In such a way, vent the unspeakable anxiety in my heart.

Even after seeing those subordinates holding weapons and a little distracted, with the katana in the sheath in their hands, they would hit them head-to-head and face-to-face.

It wasn't until the other party's face was bruised and his face was swollen that he visibly regained his energy before giving up.

At the same time, a mortar position on the position kept firing flares into the sky, one after another as if it cost nothing.

The entire area controlled by the Xinshi Street devils was illuminated as if it were daytime.

At the same time, the devil, Shao Zuo Yamada, was also photographed with a pale and ferocious face.

well!In fact, Shao Zuo Yamada didn't want to do this, but the task of holding on to such a position as Xinshi Street at night fell on his head unfortunately.

And if you can't defend your position, the specific consequences will be very serious.

For example: Last night, under the crazy night attack of Hu Biao and others, the hundred or so devils who had to withdraw from the position were shot by the already crazy Isamu Yokoyama and ordered the military police, regardless of officers and soldiers.

In terms of devils, they are ruthless to others, but even more ruthless to their own people.

These devils who were shot because of a bad battle, and their family members in the rear, will have an extremely bad end.

Thinking of his gentle wife and a pair of lovely children in the Kumamoto area, Yamada decided that not only himself would not sleep tonight.

Every warrior under his command not only won't close his eyes tonight, nor will he retreat from the position under the night attack, they would rather all die here in battle.

As long as the situation is a little bit wrong, the light machine guns on the ground will be directed at suspicious places, so as not to be attacked by opponents who are elusive like ghosts.

But then again, for Major Yamada.

Tonight's mission is not only a huge crisis, but also a huge opportunity.

Because Yamada thinks that with their current strength on the ground, even a captain like him only has one and a half squadrons of infantry left in his hands.

There are also multiple light and heavy machine guns, two 92-type infantry guns, and four mortar firepower configurations. As long as you keep your eyes open, you will not be driven out.

On the contrary, those opponents who actually have few troops left will suffer heavy losses under their iron walls.

In this way, after the defenders' strength is further weakened, their attack will be extremely smooth tomorrow; maybe such an infantry brigade under his command can directly lay down such a damned new market position.

Then in front of General Yokoyama Isao, after achieving such brilliant results, is he still far from being the captain of the regiment?

And after going up one level from the captain, he, Yamada, can become a general, and he has a special supply of food for each meal, and he will definitely not be treated at the same level as ordinary soldiers.

Thinking of the delicious sushi in the future, the sake to accompany the meal, and the cold rice ball that night, Major Yamada was full of motivation again.

Like a night owl in spring, he stared wide-eyed and kept looking outside the position.

What he doesn't know is that the attack tonight will not come from outside the position, but from their defenseless back...

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When Yamada was like a cat in spring, constantly walking on the battlefield, cursing and beating people.

He didn't even know that at a position of up to 50 meters behind him, under the ruins where they arranged a heavy machine gun fire point, there was a carefully constructed cellar.

The main force of the supplementary group's night attack tonight has already been in it.

Among them are Yang Dongli, Xu Feng, AT, Jason, Swordsman, Zhui Feng, Mad Dog, Translator, Bai Xiang, plus 10 veterans.

Only when they are blooming in the center, Hu Biao and the others on the periphery will take the opportunity to rush in.

Such people were arranged by Hu Biao to hide here in advance around two o'clock in the afternoon, when they saw that the situation was not good and they were about to retreat to the next defensive position.

It can be said that the core combat power of the Zhongzhou team has dispatched most of its personnel at once.

So much so that in the ensuing battle this afternoon, it was very difficult for Hu Biao and the others who lacked such a main force to resist.

Even at the critical moment, Hu Biao even used Wolverine's bone blade, and after knocking down seven or eight devils who rushed to the position in a row, he withstood a fatal attack.

But all the hardships should be worth it.

After protecting the flashlight with the palm of his hand so that the light in the flashlight would not be too wide, Yang Dongli, who was in charge of the night's operation, glanced at the time on his watch.

After lowering his voice, he said softly: "Brothers, it will be 12:15 midnight, everyone, get ready for battle immediately."

Talk!Hu Biao also carefully considered the time of action at 12:15.

Ordinary people would choose around 3 o'clock when the human body is more sleepy when attacking at night, and it is still on the hour; but Hu Biao did not choose such an unexpected time period.

As for the effect, who knows?You won't know until you finish playing.

And after Yang Dongli said such a sentence, everyone in the cellar who seemed to be asleep at first opened their eyes immediately.

Especially the little white-collar AT among them, the red light in his eyes was even more fleeting.

Even involuntarily, he showed his pair of fangs like small tiger teeth, revealing the excitement in his heart.

You know, in such a night raid tonight, special bloodlines such as ATs and mad dogs with weak night vision capabilities are the sharp knives of the operation team.

AT, a senior team member, is a sharp knife among sharp knives.