Up to now, the time is only 9:52 in the evening; for a while, the emotions in Hu Biao's heart are very complicated and powerful.

First of all, in the face of such a crazy pig-style charge from the devils, it was no small miracle that they were able to carry it with a group of rookies.

Even the favorable terrain of Brown Yanggou played a 70% key role.

But in this way, only this number of casualties were killed, which is a very good result.

The question is, can the rest of the people stay up until 2 midnight when there are still more than 12 hours to complete the system tasks?

By the way, the unfortunate people like Xi Ling, who was deafened by the bombing, have not counted the number of casualties.

The county brigade and the district squad on the left and right positions fought quite fiercely in the battle just now, and it is a bit unrealistic to expect their support in the subsequent battles.

Just when Hu Biao was worried, more bad news came.

It was at a distance of about 10 meters, and the original sin of the small flat head shouted in the gap between the explosion of the cannonball:

"Hu Biao, that crooked barrel was scrapped, and the next battle is absolutely impossible to count on. You kid, come up with a solution?"

"I can find a way to use wool, I'll give you a pipe, will it work~" Hu Biao, who was anxious to get angry, scolded.

Since the start of the battle, the emotions in his heart have begun to become irritable, but he has been working hard to suppress it without making any mistakes.

As soon as he was stimulated by the original sin in this way, there were faint signs of an attack immediately.

Because of the difficult battle situation, the original sin, which is also a big fire, immediately scolded: "Aren't you the commander, you can't think of a way, but I can think of it; give me a pipe, I will give it to you. A hammer~"

That's right!This northeastern man's temper is so irritable.

He's just a dead commander, he can't get used to the other side's stinky problems, and it's not that he hasn't beaten him in the last mission.

The original sin's deputy shooter, Qingtian, was even more fierce. Although he didn't have a word in his mouth, he picked up a tattered helmet in his hand and smashed it towards this side while taking advantage of a certain explosion.

The ruthless personality of that kind of person is revealed all at once.

Immediately, Hu Biao said, 'It's your grandma, whoever loves this bad commander', almost went out like this.

They even wanted to rush out and fight with the two of them, Xiaopingtou, who was pulling the bar.

It's normal for my buddies to be unable to beat the two of you before, but now that my buddies' physical fitness has skyrocketed, believe it or not, they can beat you to shit on the spot.

But in the end, when the words 'I'll kill you, I'll kill you' came to his lips, he was still held back.

This is not the case that Hu Biao, who has had sequelae and is getting more and more agitated in his brain, also intends to come to Xiaopingtou's original sin to tell the facts and reason.

But he suddenly heard something different in his ear.

It was after a few shells fell on the ground, but there was no such violent explosion; instead, there were only some muffled, almost inaudible micro-sounds.

That is to say, Hu Biao's hearing has also been strengthened, otherwise there is really no way to hear such indistinct movements in such a noisy battlefield.

After hesitating for half a second, Hu Biao almost shouted his throat, and the warning sound from the fake foreign devil Jason sounded at almost the same time:

"Say his mother's little devil, gas bomb~"

Soon after, a large cloud of pale yellow smoke filled the position.

This happened not only in the position of the three-district team, including the left and right positions, but also in the position of the sixth company opposite.

If someone with experience sees it, they can definitely see that this is a tear gas bomb.

This kind of thing, which was used a lot by the devils during the war, has the effect of death after tears, cough, headache, spasm, chest pain, and difficulty in breathing.

Faced with this situation, Hu Biao put on a gas mask as soon as he issued the warning.

But when he saw Xiling and the others, he immediately became a little worried; the main reason is that this guy is now deafened; if he can understand the movement of his helmet, then everything will be fine.

But I don't know why, this guy is in a trance now, and he can't tell the gesture for a while.

With the situation in front of him urgent, Hu Biao unzipped his trousers between gritted teeth and pulled down a towel around his neck and brought it closer.

After 10 seconds, the towel with a warm breath was tightly covered on Xi Ling's nose and mouth.

Seeing this process, Xi Ling always had a reaction. The instinct was to struggle, and the strength of the sample was quite strong.

But under Hu Biao's perverted hand, it is doomed that all Xiling's struggles are in vain...

******

At the same time, in an open space at the entrance of Brown Yanggou, a scene full of devilish characteristics was going on.

The old devil Miura captain, waving his right hand that had just taken off his white glove, twitched violently at a devil major.

Soon after, the face of Guizi Shaozuo was visibly swollen to the naked eye.

But even so, Guizi Shao Zuo was still standing upright, without even the slightest dodging movement, and was beaten honestly with his chest out.

It wasn't until after being slapped badly that Major Guizi lowered his head and roared:

"Your Excellency Miura, please give our Yamazaki brigade another chance to restore its honor; either our Yamazaki brigade will die in the next battle, or we must take that damned position, please."

After a moment of silence, the old devil Miura nodded and said:

"Yes, but you only have one hour. The headquarters has sent three urging orders in a row, and the west assembly base may not be able to hold on for long; if it still doesn't work after an hour, I will let the Matsumoto brigade.

Considering that your troops have suffered a great loss, the task of restraining the hills in this attack will be left to the Matsumoto Brigade. "

With the sound of 'Hi~', Captain Yamazaki bowed his head and agreed.

Then, turning around and facing the remaining troops that were assembled, the surviving squadron leaders and squad leaders slapped violently, and some of the devils had blood drawn directly from their faces, which was even stronger than the beatings they had just received.

Then, these squadron leaders and squad leaders followed suit with their soldiers.

That brutal process and intensity were once again strengthened.

The amazing thing is that during this brutal beating from top to bottom, the low morale of these devils actually rose rapidly, and the fierce light in their eyes emerged again...

At 9:02 in the evening, the shelling of the devils came to an end.

The new attack of the devils started again, but this time they learned it well. Considering the weapons that were suspected to be large-caliber naval guns, they no longer used the tactic of pigs with huge casualties.

It was probably a team-sized devil. After spreading the distance on the narrow hillside as much as possible, he slowly approached the third-district team.

Such a large reduction in troops does not mean that Hu Biao and the others can relax easily.

Because in the poisonous smoke that had just dissipated, they saw several teams of devils following behind, which meant that there was almost no time for intermission in the next battle.

The attacks of the devils will definitely keep them from breathing.

And the ammunition in their hands, counting the captured part, can they last for such a long time?

In response to such a point, Hu Biao has no confidence at all; he can only carry it as long as possible, hoping to carry it until 12 o'clock in the middle of the night.

Chapter 55 Fighting at Brown Yanggou ([-])

Compared to the previous battle, the Guizi's pig-like charge with a large force, and then the small-scale attack of this small group did not make Hu Biao and others feel at all relaxed.

On the contrary, the feeling of a blunt knife cutting flesh made them unspeakably uncomfortable.

Because often the devil's attacking team is beaten down with difficulty; at most, after an interval of two to three minutes, a new team rushes up again.

In such a short period of time, what do you think the old men like Hu Biao can do enough?

Hell, just reload the empty rifles and mend the trenches.

I don't even have time to go to the toilet, but by this time, many netizens with wet crotch actually don't have to worry about this little problem.

In such an almost unstoppable battle, their limited manpower and ammunition reserves are rapidly depleting...

In the crisp sound of 'Bah~', a devil who was approaching the position with a cat on his waist rolled down all the way down the mountain after being shaken all over.

The middle-aged warehouse manager who shot and killed an opponent did not show much excitement on his face.

Just silently wrote down a number in my heart: "The 27th~"

Such a number is all the achievements of the Huns, which have been achieved by himself since the beginning of this mission.

Shooting this kind of thing is also simple for those who are gifted, it is nothing more than a problem of familiarity with guns; in one line:

You boy, you are born to be a war material.

Or to put it in a more accurate way: you old boy, you are born to be a war material.

After firing nearly a hundred rounds of bullets in a row, the middle-aged man who used the scope more and more easily, his shooting level has grown at an astonishing rate.

Say it!When the battle of this mission began, the middle-aged warehouse manager finally realized the dream of being a sniper who he had been looking forward to since he started small.

It's a pity that the experience of realizing the dream in this way is not good enough at all.

In the devil's new tactics, in addition to the 40 or so people pushing forward steadily and steadily, there are about 10 so-called precision shooters lying on the ground more than 200 meters away and firing continuously.

Even if they need to attack from the top, they are often not very good in the field of shooting, but the marksmanship of these ghost veterans still poses a great threat to Hu Biao and the others.

As a middle-aged warehouse manager, as a sniper, he naturally needs to solve these big threats on the ground.

This is not!It was after the bullets in the magazine were fired, which was considered to be after 3 rounds of bullets were used to deal with a devil precision shooter who was hiding behind a stone.

The Huns did not have time to retract their bodies into the trenches and reloaded the bullets.

Or according to the known tactics, quickly switch to another position and continue to covert and continue to fire.

The little flat-headed original sin beside him fell into the trenches with a muffled groan; when he turned around and looked over, he saw that there was a large bloodstain on the original sin's left arm, and all of a sudden he fell down.

Since the crooked barrel was destroyed, this buddy and his sub-shooter Qingtian had to pick up the rifle again.

Even because of the good marksmanship, Original Sin also played the role of a sniper, responsible for shooting and contesting with the devil's precise shooter.

He tore off the towel that smelled like urine around his waist and pressed the wound on his left arm.

Original Sin didn't even care about the field rescue of the orthopedic surgeon An Tusheng, but turned his head and shouted loudly at the middle-aged warehouse manager:

"That grandson is hiding in a shallow pit at your 11:3 o'clock position. He has already killed and injured the three of us. We must kill him as soon as possible, otherwise there will be few living people on the ground~"

After explaining the sentence, he called out the most recent sentence, which was the most popular sentence in the three-district team position:

"Old An, hurry up and help me, I'm dying~"

When the above sentence was in his ears, orthopedic surgeon An Tusheng was sitting on the ground, panting like an old cow.

When he was summoned, the pure white coat on his body was now covered with all kinds of bloodstains and dust; when combined with his dismal appearance, it was a mess.

'Bah~', after spitting out a mouthful of saliva.

An Tusheng moved his heavy legs and trotted all the way in the direction of the sound, feeling that his old waist was about to be worn out due to bending over for a long time.

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