The Rise of the Scum of the Heavens

But the charging devil is still getting closer and closer, and now he is less than 80 meters away from the position.

If there is no change, maybe in less than a minute, the devils with sharp bayonets will be able to rush to their position.

It's a pity that the angry roar in his mouth didn't work at all.

So after loading the bullets, the bacon lay down on the trenches and shot again, and began to use the shortest time to pour out all 5 bullets.

However, after only one shot was fired, he felt that the position of his left chest was hit hard, and a splattered blood flower almost smeared his eyes.

With the advancing distance, the shooting of the devil's precise shooter can finally produce actual results on the defense line.

After being shot, the bacon didn't even feel pain in an instant, only felt that his physical strength receded quickly like a tide.

He knew that he was going to die, but when he thought of chasing the wind alone, he was sniping at the devil.

This man in the magic capital, who used to be able to scold people for a long time, but would never do anything, gritted his teeth and laboriously pulled the gun bolt and insisted on continuing to shoot.

One shot, two shots, three shots, until the whole person was completely powerless on the trenches.

When he was on the verge of dying, he actually thought of something like this: "This time, Hu Biao, the little red guy, should remember to share with me, right?"

At 9:19 that night, that is, 1 minute and 39 seconds after the second battle started.

Among the members of Hu Biao's team, battle losses appeared again, and such battle losses appeared quickly one after another in the following time.

Chapter 51 Fighting at Brown Yanggou ([-])

"Hey~ this guy is helpless~"

After opening the eyelids of bacon and checking that this product has dilated pupils, the orthopedic doctor code-named 'An Tusheng' muttered helplessly.

Long before the war, he was assigned the post of a military doctor.

Specifically, when there are no wounded, he is still struggling to pull the big bolt of the rifle, and when there is a wounded, he will immediately go to the rescue.

It is naturally best to continue fighting after the rescue, but it is not and best to save a small life and return alive.

The reason for this is that Hu Biao and the others pondered:

This broken system also does not have a specific prompt, saying what the standard of post-war scoring is; but if fewer people died, would the score be higher?

Based on such an idea, An Tusheng, who was pulling the trigger one second ago, ran away with a bag full of first aid medicines in the next second.

Originally, in response to this situation, he was assigned an assistant, the bald netizen Dunzi.

The problem is that in the current fierce battle situation, he wisely did not call his assistant; if one more person fights, one more strength can also be obtained.

With a cat on his waist, An Tusheng ran fast in the trench with bullets flying overhead, and soon came to the side of the wounded.

It's a pity that when he saw the location of the hole in the bacon's chest.

With the level of his orthopedic surgeon, he could know that this was a hit in the heart, and it was completely hopeless; looking closely at the movements of the bacon's pupils, it was just his last fantasy.

After all, this feeling of sadness of the death of a rabbit and a fox made him feel very uncomfortable for a while.

The problem is, he didn't have time to close Bacon's wide-open eyes with his hands, and another scream came from his ear: "Doctor, doctor, come soon~"

Instinctively, An Tusheng went towards the sense of direction from which the voice came.

This time, the wounded did not die before he ran.

It was an old netizen with the code name 'Flying Falcon', who was hit by a bullet rubbing his neck; in the panic, his mouth was full of panic and he shouted.

Mainly because this buddy thought that this time the mission was going to hang up so uncomfortably...

In the roar of 'da da da~', the original sin allowed the crooked handle of the gun to keep hitting his shoulders while firing, still pulling the trigger in his hand.

Even if he actually knew that his right shoulder must be bruised and swollen because of his not so standard shooting posture.

And in terms of his military knowledge, the light machine gun is not used like he is now, and it is the correct way to open this thing with two or three precise bursts.

Because even if it is the M249 class machine gun of Uncle Sam in the modern plane, this kind of barrel material is a more high-quality weapon.

If you hold the trigger and don't let go, it usually takes only 50 seconds for the barrel to go from redness to complete scrapping.

This kind of material replaced by the devil is inferior to several generations of junk, that is, because of the slower rate of fire, it will last a little longer.

But if it goes on like this, the only machine gun they have will be completely scrapped soon.

The problem is, in the face of the surging devils, the original sin can only delay their charge speed by firing continuously; otherwise, they will be finished before the crooked handle is scrapped.

to be frank!He didn't use this thing smoothly at all, and his marksmanship was naturally inaccurate.

But the devils in front of him were too dense, and he didn't have to aim deliberately at all. As long as he suppressed the beating muzzle, he could naturally knock one devil after another to the ground.

As for how to solve the problem of how to solve the problem that the barrel is red when it is fired?

Of course, the deputy shooter, codenamed 'Qingtian', used the speed of his single hand for many years to reload the bullets; the little white-collar AT who came over temporarily took the time to pour the cold water from the kettle on the barrel of the gun.

After all, this little white face can't shoot, and he can't shoot a single shot with trembling hands and feet for a long time.

Fortunately, the sub-shooter of Qingtian is still calm in the battle, and his hands and feet are relatively quick.

Under the approach of a large group of devils, he calmly completed the rapid reloading of the machine gun; I have to say, this is the only place where Original Sin can feel gratified.

Fortunately, I found a reliable deputy shooter myself.

It was only after a short while that Xiaopingtou didn't think so.

Because AT's panicked voice came from his ear: "No, there is no water in the kettle, and both kettles have been used up. What should we do now?"

"Pee, shower the barrel with urine~"

Looking at the barrel that could be used to light a cigarette, the original sin's mouth began to shout.

Then, the little white collar sounded in a crying voice: "I, I really can't pee."

"Qingtian, come here." Original Sin roared out such a voice.

The deputy shooter Qingtian obeyed his orders very well, not even like the little white-collar AT who couldn't urinate at such a critical moment.

Immediately, a stream of liquid that might have turned yellow due to getting angry, poured down the barrel of the gun, and the situation of the red crooked handle got a certain improvement.

The problem is not to die. At this time, a gust of night wind blows.

Xiaopingtou, who insisted on firing, felt that there was a wet water mark on his face.

Amidst the inexplicable grief and anger, Original Sin greeted his fellow northeaster: "Xiling, you shrewd bastard, are you all right?"

At this moment, he even forgot the plan of the one who opened fire before the war and was about to move his position.

In other words, the original sin did not forget such a point, but the current situation has made him unable to care about such a trivial matter.

Those bullets that were constantly flying around, when they killed him, they were counted...

"Grenade~" Yang Dongli, code-named staff officer, yelled out such an order again; because under their full fire, the devils still rushed to the 40 meters in front of the position in a short time The position is up.

In such a process, they killed at least hundreds of devils.

But there was no sign of a slight reduction in the devils who were charging in a pig-like manner in front of him.

At the same time, on the left and right and opposite positions, the sound of dense gunfire continued to be heard, and even the loud noise of the elm cannon firing was passed on.

Obviously the other positions are in fierce battles, and it is impossible to have the strength to support them.

For this reason, seeing Hu Biao, the commander, can't take care of issuing a new order, the 'Second Master' that Hu Biao unilaterally admitted, just shouted this sentence out of his mouth.

Under such an order, more than 20 smoking grenades smashed at the devils, hoping to use such continuous explosions to buy them a little more time.

However, a shocking scene appeared, facing the grenade that rolled all the way down after landing.

A lot of the devils jumped up without saying a word, and used their bodies to suppress the grenade; after a while, the continuous explosion sounded as promised, but they could not completely suppress the devil's attack.

Upon seeing this, Yang Dongli shouted loudly:

"Everyone, take the grenade in your hand and count 3 before throwing it. Let's see how these devils guard against it."

It's a pity that the next batch of grenades had already been thrown out before he shouted out this sentence, and this time the explosion slowed down the attack of the charging devils.

Upon seeing this, Yang Dongli picked up a hand grenade made in the border area by himself, and pulled the fuse directly in his hand.

The problem was that before he could count a number in his hand, Chen Gouwa, who was guarding him, suddenly grabbed the grenade in his hand and threw it out.

The result was the thrown grenade, which exploded in the air at a distance of less than 10 meters.

Therefore, if there is no action of the dog baby, Yang Dongli's guy would have died long ago, or he was killed by the grenade he pulled away.

Under Yang Dongli's stunned expression, Chen Gouwa turned back and scolded:

"You don't want to die? I don't know that apart from the grenades produced by a few large factories in Guojun, the quality of other things is too poor, and the explosion time is not accurate at all?"

Hearing such a statement, Yang Dongli reacted.

He cursed with hatred: "The screenwriters of his magical dramas are so stupid that they almost killed me."

Then, just as he was about to express his gratitude to Gouwa, this little warrior like a junior high school student slowly collapsed to the ground in the midst of a huge earthquake.

At this moment, Yang Dongli's eyes were all red.

He tried his best to cover his hands, trying to block the blood gushing out from a big wound that suddenly appeared in the heart of the little soldier, Chen Goudan.

However, the hot blood gushing from between his fingers all the time made everything he did in vain.

In contrast to Yang Dongli's panic, Chen Goudan's expression was indifferent.

His eyes stared straight at the sky, his thoughts seemed to have been emptied, and he said quietly: "That kind of thing called chocolate is so sweet, if you can bring it to my father, my mother, and me Brother and sister eat something."

When he said this, he instinctively put his hand into his small cloth bag that was slumped.

There is no need to look at it deliberately, Yang Dongli knows that there is a piece of chocolate that is eaten a little, and a piece of chocolate that his son often eats and throws around.

With red eyes, Yang Dongli roared like a madman:

"Xiling, when will your mother-in-law be able to fire the cannon, and then I will kill you."

As for the orthopaedic doctor who called An Tusheng to come and rescue him, Yang Dongli didn't do that;

Chapter 52 Fighting at Brown Yanggou ([-])

"Xiling, can you do it? If you can do it, hurry up~"