The Rise of the Scum of the Heavens

For the final victory of this night battle, they started a desperate battle...

With the M1A1 submachine gun in Xiling's hand, a series of 'da, da, da~' was shot with precision.

At most fifteen or sixteen meters away from him, a ghost figure who had just stood up from behind the bunker was knocked to the ground on the spot.

Why is Mao so sure that it is a devil? Isn't he afraid of hitting the wrong person?

Regarding this point, Xiling has absolute confidence.

What the hell!After standing up straight, a little man who was only a little over 1.5 meters tall was holding a rifle in his hand that was a bit taller than a human after including the bayonet.

In the situation above, who else could it be except devils.

Then, when this devil stood up, he faintly hit the helmet with his fist, and an explosion exploded beside him.

Obviously, this guy actually planned to throw a small melon grenade at Xi Ling and the others.

Fortunately, the little devil had just stood up, and before he could throw the little melon out of his hand, he was killed by Xiling with a few shots.

In the flames caused by the explosion of the small melon, Xi Ling could see two devils with [-]-style lances in their hands, who were knocked down by the flying shrapnel.

But after achieving such a result, Xi Ling quickly lay down in the nearest trench in embarrassment.

Mainly at such a time, a 92-type heavy machine gun that was just set up by reinforcements not far from the entrance of the mother castle was already greeted by a string of bullets.

The main shooter who operated the heavy machine gun was obviously a veteran of the devil, and he used the heavy machine gun very well.

Therefore, although the string of bullets he fired over was short, it was quite threatening, almost smashing Xi Ling's head into a rotten watermelon.

So, after feeling the bullet flying past the top of his head, that kind of feeling of panic even as a veteran of the battlefield.

With Xi Ling in his mouth, he immediately yelled:

"Zhuifeng, I'll cover you, find a way to kill that heavy machine gun."

Here, it is necessary to explain:

In fact, today's Zhongzhou team no longer needs to yell out something at every turn in many battles, in order to communicate well with each other.

After all, they have fought so many battles, and after so many times of tempering, even a brick can be ground to a pulp, let alone a human being.

Therefore, the Central Continent team has already used it very awkwardly in terms of tactical gestures and coordination.

But the crux of the problem is that in such a dark environment tonight, no matter how good the tactical gestures are, no one else can see it.

No!Xiling could only change the way of communication to roar.

Facing the request made by Xiling, the person was still more than 20 meters away at the time, and a landmine exploded, causing a cat to chase the wind in the crater.

Just in his mouth, he simply replied: "Okay~"

Then, he took off the bazooka that was carried all the way behind his back and carried it on his shoulders.

The Chinese characters on the side didn't speak when they saw this, and directly took out a 60mm caliber rocket from the canvas ammunition bag carried across the back to help load it.

Such a scene, in today's dark environment, Xiling naturally couldn't see it.

However, based on the good tacit understanding formed by the members of the team for a long time, as well as a lot of combat experience; just after Zhuifeng and Hanzi were ready to greet them with bazooka rocket launchers.

Xi Ling stood up from the hiding place in a very timely manner, picked up the M1A1 submachine gun in his hand again, and opened fire at the machine gun group of the 92-type heavy machine gun.

Although because of the devil veteran, he hid behind the heavy machine gun sandbags very wretchedly.

So much so that Xiling's shuttle of bullets failed to kill this heavy machine gun, but it succeeded in attracting the most opponent's firepower.

The only pity is that in order to achieve such a goal, the corner of Xi Ling's eyebrows was sliced ​​open by a ricochet.

Immediately, half of his face was covered in blood.

Fortunately, his injury was not in vain; at the moment Xiling's gun fired, Zhuifeng also came to a standard kneeling position from a hiding place, carrying a bazooka.

Quickly, according to the muzzle flame of the Type 92 heavy machine gun, he locked the position of the opposite target.

Then, the trigger on the fingertip was pulled, and the rocket in the tube was successfully ignited and fired.

With a distance of only twenty meters, for a veteran bird like Chasing Feng who didn't know how many bazookas had been fired, there was no surprise in the end.

In other words, it was an accident that the shot missed.

In a blink of an eye, that 92-type heavy machine gun, together with some sand in the sandbags, flew into the sky.

However, in the flames of such an explosion, Zhuifeng helplessly saw five or six devils rushing out of the mother castle.

The devil in the lead even held a crooked light machine gun that had been gradually eliminated by the devil's first-line tribes.

The moment the devil rushed out, he opened fire with a crooked light machine gun.

A slew of 6.5mm caliber bullets fired indiscriminately, and there were actually a few of them who were so surviving, and they hit Zhuifeng's chest accurately.

Under the impact of Guizi Yousaka's bullet, Zhuifeng clearly felt that two ribs were broken on the spot.

What the hell!This kind of bad luck is simply no one...

A few ribs were broken, this level of injury is not a serious situation for the veterans of the Zhongzhou team

As long as the broken bones are not staggered, and there is a result of stabbing or piercing the internal organs, there is no such thing as an injury that can be used on the battlefield.

Therefore, after realizing that as time goes by, more and more devils will come to support them, and what will happen if the battle situation is not good.

Zhuifeng decisively threw away the bazooka pipe he was carrying on his shoulders, and planned to pick up the 5 kg explosive pack that he had just casually put at hand.

Ready to hug this thing and start desperately.

Talk!If it weren't for the fact that they only had one of these things at hand.

Otherwise, if you worry that a 5kg explosive pack is not powerful enough, you will take more.

At such a time, an unexpected situation happened. It was at the position behind them, and there was another loud cry of killing.

From the perspective of distance, it is more than one kilometer, and you can reach the battlefield in a few minutes.

Among these shouts of killing, Zhuifeng and Hanzi can even hear them clearly, and there are quite a few immature voices in these shouts of killing.

There is no doubt that these are the child soldiers who are the reserve team, and they rushed up here.

"What the hell! Which bastard issued the order to let these dolls fill the battlefield again. How dangerous is this blind sword."

After hearing such a sentence, Zhuifeng immediately uttered a curse.

Mainly, the top and bottom of the Zhongzhou team had already decided tonight that no matter what, these children would not be allowed to participate in the battle; couldn't it be enough that so many died during the day yesterday?

Rather than doing this, they would rather die more of themselves.

The problem is that Zhuifeng also knows a little bit. It is useless to scold mothers now. He can only resolve the battle as soon as possible, before those baby soldiers join the battle.

With such an idea in mind, Zhuifeng planned to jump up to blow up the mother castle, but when he jumped up, he was grabbed by Chinese characters.

After turning around, he could see the strange expression on Hanzi's face under the dim starlight.

In his mouth, he also said lightly: "Zhuifeng, let me do this kind of thing. Recently, I have been holding something in my heart. I always feel a little unhappy if I don't do something big."

Then, he snatched the explosive bag in Zhuifeng's hand, and rushed into the night quickly.

Looking at this resolute figure, Zhuifeng knew one thing clearly: in this mission, this should be the last time everyone saw Chinese characters.

Because after a while, the Chinese characters may not even have complete parts left...

******

Talk!Hanzi was the only survivor among the six-member fishing team of the Zhongzhou team who stood firm at the starting position at that time.

All the others died in battle, and they died heroically and miserably.

But the problem is, the broken gong, Uncle Chu, python, and other scenes of child soldiers dying in battle linger in his head all the time, and the Chinese characters actually don't want to live for a long time.

At least in this mission, he didn't want to continue to live; he felt that if he lived alone, he might as well die together and let the fishing team, a group of people, be neat.

Therefore, he felt that the death method of blowing the dynamite pack was very in line with his own taste.

However, after rushing out seven or eight steps at the most, he got down again and could already faintly see more Chinese characters in the mother castle, but he frowned stubbornly.

Without him!Just at this moment, almost a half team of devils rushed out of the mother castle.

Although there were not many of them, their dense firepower was not enough for him to rush in by himself.

At such a critical moment, a staggering figure rushed over from the side; when Hanzi was startled, he was about to open fire with the submachine gun hanging around his neck.

On the opposite side came a sentence: "Don't shoot, it's me, one of my own~"

From the standard Beijing movie and Chinese characters after the other party opened his mouth, it can be heard that the person who is coming is the teammate Lang Qing in the team.

Because in the blink of an eye, several devils faintly passed through the underground passage and reappeared in the mother castle again, which means that the devil's reinforcements are appearing faster and faster.

Therefore, facing the appearance of Langqing.

Today's Chinese characters don't care about talking about other topics, and they just say their own proposals:

"Brother, I'll rush ahead to block bullets for you later. After I die, you will use my body as a shield. Anyway, you must rush in and blow up this mother castle."

Faced with such a proposal that would make him, he would definitely be smashed to pieces.

The little brother Lang Qing, however, seemed to be working in the sewage treatment plant before, and his colleagues suggested that he should send out the work today, so why not go somewhere after get off work to get a meal.

He replied lightly: "Okay, that's it~"

After the two reached an agreement in an instant, not far behind them, when Zhuifeng, Xiling, Xianrou, Tiedan and others changed their magazines and fired again, suppressing the firepower of the enemy reinforcements on the opposite side.

"One, two, three~" When the three characters were uttered, the Chinese characters rushed out first, and Lang Qing followed behind the Chinese characters.

In the arms of the two, each of them is holding a 5 kg explosive package.

And even if the Chinese character rushed up at the fastest speed, but at a distance of no more than a dozen, there was almost no possibility of missing the target with the marksmanship of the devils.

Therefore, the Chinese character at that time was the one that rushed three steps away and was hit in the chest by a 6.5 mm caliber Tomosaka bullet.

After a muffled grunt in his mouth, the steps under Hanzi's feet slowed down a bit.

When they rushed five or six steps away, the [-]-odd devils who had reacted didn't even care about shooting with Zhuifeng and others.

Under the scream of a Cao Chang like killing a pig, all the firepower greeted the Chinese characters.

Immediately, the poor Chinese character was shot five or six times.

The other places are fine, the bullet that hit the waist pole directly pierced a big waist of the Chinese character; but that's it, the Chinese character still continued to rush forward while clutching his waist.

When he rushed to the tenth step, Kanji was shot twice in the thigh of his left leg, and shot in the knee of his right leg almost simultaneously.

You don't even need to look down, you can read the Chinese characters on the top of the knee of your right leg, and the stubble of Bai Shengsheng's bones must be exposed.