The Rise of the Scum of the Heavens

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The flank firepower formed by Langqing and Xianrou fell silent for a short time, probably because it was destroyed by the soldiers.

The rookie Amu who was only summoned this time, he naturally saw it clearly.

But even after seeing such a scene, this rookie is just powerless at the moment; just like the sentence that Xianrou yelled out before he died:

Sooner or later, they all die, and these people are just dying a little later.

Therefore, instead of heartbroken that two more members died in battle, it is better to kill some more soldiers before he dies.

What the hell!This crooked-handled light machine gun made by the devil has replaced several team members as its masters. Who knows how many soldiers will need to be killed in order to fulfill the expectations that everyone placed on it.

Anyway, with such a huge expectation, Amu felt that he had no way to fulfill it.

All he could do was kill as many soldiers as possible before he died.

With such an idea in mind, Amu manipulated the light machine gun with a crooked handle in his hand with already proficient movements.

Continuously using experienced bursts of fire, he greeted the soldiers down the hillside.

Yes, that's right!Now Amu, a rookie, can already be regarded as a more or less reliable light machine gun shooter.

Although in this mission, the rookies who were summoned, compared to their predecessors, Moss was not lucky enough.

The main reason is that in this mission, Hu Biao has no suitable time and materials at hand, so that they have a chance to train and grow.

But actual combat on the battlefield is the best way to train and grow.

As long as you don't die in the battle and feel the intense process of the battle in the cruel war, you will be able to grow up quickly.

No!After fighting several battles successively, Amu is already looking a little bit better.

Under his quite experienced continuous shooting, a soldier with a stooped waist just emerged from the hiding place, but Amu blew his head off.

"The 17th~"

Immediately, in Amu's mouth, with a very gratifying tone, he muttered such a sentence.

Although these 27 victories need to be counted in the position of him in the three institutes, operating this crooked light machine gun, all the enemies killed in total are enough.

And there are factors such as being in defensive mode, and the soldiers do not care about casualties in order to attack, and it is easy to achieve results.

But for a rookie, he has been able to kill 17 opponents so far, which is considered very good.

It's a pity that Amu has a good expectation and is still looking forward to when the number of opponents he can kill will reach 20.

The sound of a 107mm caliber mortar hitting them sounded.

Just hearing the movement does not mean that the two rookies, Amu and the behind-the-scenes commander, can escape this huge crisis.

From the mouth of the commander behind the scenes of the deputy shooter, the phrase 'run~' blurted out.

The two rookies who felt bad were ready to run away desperately. They didn't even want to take this crooked light machine gun back then, and couldn't care about taking it away.

But even so, it was still a little too late.

The two rookies who had been lying on the snow before, one in charge of shooting and the other in charge of loading bullets, just got up from the ground.

The 107mm mortar shot landed quite accurately on their left, a few meters away.

Under the huge shock wave generated by the explosion, Amu's whole body was lifted up at that time, and at the same time, he immediately felt a burst of severe pain in many places such as his left thigh, waist, and arm.

There is no doubt that these positions should have been hit by flying shrapnel, or scratched.

But in such a situation, there was a rather gratified expression on Amu's face.

Almost dead, still with such an expression, it's not that Amu, a rookie, has a problem with his head being blown up, but he knows one thing clearly:

Dying, finally freed.

What the hell!This is not because I am actively looking for death, but because I really want to die in battle. It belongs to two different concepts, okay?

Then his next thing is to let the rookie behind the scenes take over the damned crooked light machine gun and continue to fight against the soldiers.

As for how difficult and depressed the other party will be at that time, he can't control it anymore.

After all, he's going to die now, isn't he?

At this moment, Amu even thought about how to operate it later, so that the commander behind the scenes could take over such a crooked light machine gun in great depression.

It's like how he resisted the scolding emotions in his heart and took over this thing in the third place.

The problem is, plans can't keep up with changes.

After Amu fell heavily to the ground, he endured a huge oppression in his chest and the severe pain in multiple injured places, and looked towards the commander behind the scenes.

After seeing clearly the commander behind the scenes, he was almost autistic at that time.

Immediately, it was in his mouth, and he cursed a little bit aggrievedly: "Fuck~ Why didn't you follow the routine? Why do I just recite it like this?"

The reason why Amu is so aggrieved now is that he can see in his sight:

The behind-the-scenes commander who he had placed high hopes on, or was about to let him take over, was now lying on a position about six or seven meters away from him, lying there motionless.

The behind-the-scenes commander didn't seem to have any obvious wounds on his body, but his head was now twisted 180 degrees.

The eyeballs can now see the extent of his back, which means that this guy is dead.

What's even more heart-wrenching is that the next person in Amu's plan didn't know what he thought of before he died. Anyway, there was a huge sense of relief on his face.

Maybe I thought of it, and I finally don't have to take over that damn crooked light machine gun.

And at a little farther away, the devil's crooked light machine gun was only overturned under the shock wave of the explosion, and it seemed that there was no actual damage at all.

I don't know how this thing is so strong.

"What the hell~ The devil's craftsman spirit, everyone knows that it's actually a thing for tricking ghosts, but why is this thing so strong and not broken?"

In the end, Amu cursed out such a sentence.

Then he was about to stand up and continue to trot towards the crooked sub-machine gun.

In the end, he stood up and fell to the ground.

In the free time, I could only crawl all the way on the ground; I was going to climb to the crooked light machine gun, lift it up and continue to fire.

Otherwise?Isn't he dead now?

Before he died, he had no way of convincing himself that nothing could be wrong with it.

In this way, among the ten rookies summoned this time, Amu, who is currently only one of the two surviving, began to fight again.

Several soldiers who thought that this firepower point had been wiped out, so they took the opportunity to rush forward, were thrown to the ground one by one.

The number of opponents he killed continued to rise.

“18个、19个……22个，23个～”最终，也是到了23个击杀数量的时候。

Obviously there were still a few bullets in this thing, but Amulian lost the strength to pull the trigger, and fell on this crooked light machine gun, entering the dying state.

In this way, here on the small hilltop position.

Except for the old black and white elephants on the two air defense equipment, the only personnel who were used to block the attack of hundreds of soldiers were Chaifeng, Qingtian, and Tiedan.

At a position a little farther away, the three of them were also under tremendous pressure.

Almost in the fastest time, after finishing the bullets of the Type 50 submachine gun in his hand, Zhuifeng was thinking about changing the drum.

But looking at the red barrel, it was almost out of shape now, so Chasing Feng could only throw it away and pick up a 3-continuation gun at hand again.

At the same time, he didn't have any extra time at all, so he took a look at the situation of the air defense position on the small hill.

I could only mutter silently in my heart: "You can safely defend the air. Before we are all dead, no soldier will be released."

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Chapter 802 The Last Moment (4) [Add 10/[-] for AT]

On the top of the hill, there are two anti-aircraft firepower points, such as Lao Hei and Bai Xiang, what is the current situation?

Not good enough at all, exactly.

As the battle continued, under the frenzied attack of those soldiers and the air force, after a short time, the ground that was originally uneven was now full of deep pits of various sizes like dogs being gnawed by bombing.

And the fire that burned violently because of the sticky liquid attached to it.

So much so that now, the area where they can maneuver and evade is getting smaller and smaller; the smaller the area where they can attack and move, the more difficult the process will be.

So at this moment, the situation of the two air defense firepower points is a bit bad.

And as time went by, it got worse and worse.

When they saw a F4U Corsair fighter jet hovering over their heads for a while, it suddenly swooped down fiercely towards their position.

From Old Hei's mouth, he quickly roared out:

"Mr. Yan, hide in the direction of 9 o'clock, hurry~"

In the reminder of this sentence, De Luo, who was helping to load the ammunition beside him, could clearly hear the voice of Old Hei, which had become extremely hoarse not long after the start of the war.

no way!Relying on Lao Hei's constant reminders.

The driver's ashtray in the compartment was able to adjust the maneuvering direction of this 19 self-propelled anti-aircraft gun in time, and successfully avoided several fatal attacks from the air.

The problem is, amidst such constant screaming, it seems that his voice is a bit useless.

After cursing "What the hell~", I heard the ashtray prompting in my ear, and of course I immediately operated the 19 self-propelled anti-aircraft gun and started to make a 1 turn.

Under his control, one of the two thick crawlers did not move, and the other rubbed against the ground at high speed.

Suddenly, such an operation drove the 19 self-propelled anti-aircraft guns that had been flying all the way forward, and turned to the original 9 o'clock direction in a very short time.

Then, the two crawlers finally started to rotate at the same time, carrying the almost 17-ton car body, and began to soar again.

And after making a reminder in his mouth, Lao Hei, who sat on the gun emplacement full of flesh and blood, certainly didn't have idle hands.

While quickly adjusting the height and direction of the muzzle angle, he poured 40mm gunfire at the dived Corsair fighter jet.

It's a pity that the speed of the fighter jet that dived down was too fast.

More importantly, the 16 anti-aircraft vehicle where the white elephant is now is firing crazily and calling for another Mustang fighter.

For a while, there was no way to form a coordinated firepower with him.