The Rise of the Scum of the Heavens

Even if he knew very well that after the original sin fell in this terrible place, life was already the countdown to entering.

After changing the magazine, Xu Feng faced a group of figures emerging directly in front of him, emptied all the bullets in the shortest time, and let the submachine gun in his hand's 'Dangdang~' empty banging sound continuously.

Under the power of this shuttle, the few devils who came to the fore all fell down in an instant.

Among them, there was also a pistol in his hand, obviously a devil dressed as an officer in low-level clothes, and he was taken care of by Xu Feng, and he was shot several times in the chest.

Even if he couldn't confirm the victory with his own eyes because of the poor lighting, Xu Feng knew that under such a blow, the opponent's chest and abdomen were smashed to pieces by himself.

It is a pity that the shot that the devil officer pulled before he fell to the ground also hit Xu Feng in the chest.

Then, after being hit by the 8mm pistol fired by the Southern [-]-type pistol, which was complained and criticized by countless people, Xu Feng also felt shocked.

The sharp pain in his chest that was tearing apart made him almost cry out.

But under such circumstances, he still quickly removed the magazine that Thomson had made in his empty hand, and planned to replace it with a new one.

At this moment, Hu Biao's extremely hoarse voice came:

"20 meters ahead, throw a grenade~"

Hu Biao's sudden order came after this unexpected encounter with the devils.

At this time, their artillerymen reacted and fired a flare into the air urgently.

So, in the dazzling light that suddenly lit up, the two sides immediately saw the situation on the opposite side.

Specifically, almost half of the squadron, with a total of about 130 people, bumped into Hu Biao and the others by coincidence.

And at the positions separated by a hundred meters to the left and right, there are also a slightly larger number of devils.

In short, in such an area of ​​about one kilometer, there are a total of 500 people, which should be part of the force of the devils attacking Luodian this time.

And at a position farther away from Hu Biao and the others, about 200 meters away, it was directly a small artillery position of Guizi.

Among them are not only 4 Type 92 infantry guns, but also 2 antique Type 94 six-wheeled military trucks.

Whether it's the devil artillerymen who are frantically raising their muzzles, this one is a real threat to them when they fight; or the two trucks that must be grabbed and used as transportation.

They all let everyone know that they must rush over in the shortest possible time, take the car and leave after the defenders are dealt with.

So, under Hu Biao's order, Xufeng gave up the action of changing the magazine, took off a wooden handle grenade hanging on his butt, and smashed it with another seven or eight grenades after pulling the fire.

After these grenades exploded on the ground, they immediately overturned all the last devils in front of them.

As a result, only the few guards in the artillery position and the panicked artillery were left.

Of course, everything is relative.

While Hu Biao and the others saw the situation on the battlefield, the devils also clearly discovered that this was just a small army of only 30 people.

It is nothing more than such a small force, and the configuration of melee firepower is a bit outrageous.

So, under the good response of the Guizi grass-roots officers, they quickly reacted from the panic of the sudden attack. The Guizi in front of them looked for a suitable position on the spot to hold on, and the Guizi on the left and right quickly flanked over.

As long as the devils on the left and right succeed in outflanking, such a small team will soon be destroyed.

Then, in this way, it depends on which of the two sides moves faster and has a more determined fighting attitude...

Chapter 117 Kill a bloody road ([-])

"Qingtian, what are you doing, kid, get ready to change the ammo chain~"

Seeing the MG34 general-purpose machine gun in his hand, a 50-round ammunition chain was about to be completely wiped out in his own shot, and the original sin shouted out of habit.

After shouting such a voice, he realized that his former sub-shooter was gone.

It's not that Qingtian has died now, but he is currently holding a Czech light machine gun in his hand, and he is charging along with the large army, intending to make a bloody path.

After all, if you kill one more person, the next task will be easier.

After thinking of this, Original Sin smiled bitterly.

The main reason is that he understands that his body won't last long, even if he is injected with morphine purchased by a fake foreign devil by the orthopedic doctor An Tusheng before departure.

Under the stimulation of the medicine, he still felt that his physical condition would not last long.

The problem is that even so, as long as the original sinner still has the strength to pull the trigger, and the MG34 general-purpose machine gun in his hand still has bullets, the two hundred or so devils on the left don't want to come close.

With such a self-confidence, Original Sin quickly replaced the German-made general-purpose machine gun with a brand new 50-round ammunition chain with the hand speed of being single for many years.

Then, after the original sin continued to fire, the devils who rushed over twenty or thirty steps on the left were all brought to the ground.

It was obviously a machine gun, but it was shot with the precision of a rifle by the original sin.

It can be said that the original sin broke out the strongest shooting level in such a final moment.

After the devils on the left were suppressed by the original sin who showed great power, the team of devils supported on the right was still a huge trouble for everyone.

Therefore, someone must also stand up to buy enough time for the passage of the large army...

Under a negligence, a burst of bullets greeted from the right side of the position, immediately brought down two precious hands on Hu Biao's side.

One of the indigenous warriors even had his head exploded in front of Hu Biao, and the splashed liquid smeared half of Hu Biao's face.

In a hurry to get angry, Hu Biao made some new adjustments in his mouth, but also cruelly doomed some lives to death:

"Xufeng, lead me to stand up to the devil on the right, no matter how difficult it is, you must stand up for me."

"Firepower Assault Team, come with me two people who are still panting." After Xu Feng heard the words, he immediately shouted like this.

Then he started to turn his head and greeted the devil on the right with a shuttle.

It was after all the bullets in the machine gun magazine were emptied, and then he took out the shell gun at his waist and poured out all the bullets.

Under his greeting, the veterans of the two natives also held the promotion of Thomson, and began to open fire frantically.

In the current situation, what he pursues is a firepower density.

How many devils can be killed is not important, the important thing is to suppress the devils for a while, so that the team can quickly rush over and enter the artillery position.

In this way, under the short burst of Xu Feng's three people, the dense bullets actually hit the opponent a little bit unable to emerge.

A large number of devils charged with bayonets, after the front row personnel were knocked down, they had to temporarily lie on the ground, dodging this round of dense bullets.

"Change the magazine."

Xu Feng, who had completely emptied all the weapon magazines in his hand, pointed out loudly to the two comrades who intercepted the devil on the right side together.

In the hands of the two teammates, there are also a pair of shell guns, which can be temporarily held for a period of time.

Just suddenly, after the sound of 'dong~', a smoking melon rolled to their side, which was fired by the lying devils with a grenade.

Upon seeing this, Xu Feng didn't even hesitate, and he rushed towards Little Melon.

Before he jumped up, he took off the 90-style steel helmet on his head, blocked it on his lower abdomen, and pressed it with his lower abdomen.

After the explosion of 'Boom~', Xu Feng felt that his intestines were broken by the huge impact.

And because of the interruption of such a grenade launcher, after the two commando teammates emptied the shell gun in their hands, Xu Feng did not have time to replace the submachine gun with a new magazine.

As a result, their firepower suppression has a gap.

In an instant, the devil who grasped the results of the battle immediately got up from the ground, and the three-eighth cover in his hand also greeted him with a 'papa~'.

The devils of the elite divisions of this year, at such a close distance, the marksmanship is so accurate and terrifying.

Therefore, the two members of the assault team who took out a magazine immediately exploded several blood flowers in front of them, and fell to the ground on the spot.

After killing the blockers blocking the front, the devil naturally strode excitedly and rushed over, trying to separate the small team into two sections.

Soon, however, they discover something that scares them.

For example: The Chinese soldier who used his body to hold the little melon down has not died yet.

And this Chinese soldier looks very weak and seems to be dying at any time, still crawling towards them with his last strength.

At the same time, one hand is already holding the fuse of the rear waist grenade...

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An Yuan Junfu is a recruit of the 11th Infantry Brigade and 10th Wing under the 12th Division of the island country.

Seriously, the youngest son of a poor farmer in the Zentsuji area of ​​the Kyoto island country has only set foot on the land of the neighboring country for only a week.

To this day, he still remembered the great excitement of almost all the colleagues in the wing before their official landing.

Because the battlefield they are about to join is the most prosperous area in China.

Such a city with the reputation of 'Paris of the East', but even the small farmers in the countryside of neighboring countries have heard of it many times.

In this way, it means that those who fight in this area can fully harvest a lot of valuable loot, such as the beautiful and charming precious metal such as gold.

Even their army officer He Ye Jiro, the guy who was slapped especially hard, has a grand goal:

I plan to replace all the teeth in my mouth with golden teeth. When they are exposed, it will be a decent thing.

Although An Yuan Junfu didn't plan to do this, he also made some other preparations to get a fortune from the Demon Capital battlefield and send it back to change the situation at home.

For example: Let the sister who works in the izakaya not have to do such a humiliating job.

He also asked his father to buy some fields for him, so that he could become a homesteader after he retired. He also sent some beautiful silk clothes back so that his mother could also wear the fine clothes that only ladies were qualified to wear.

As for their Chinese opponents, An Yuan Junfu never took it seriously.

Because all along, in the words of the captain and the sergeant, those sick men who are still smoking opium are not their opponents at all.

A warrior from an island country can fight at least ten Chinese soldiers.

In only three months at most, they can occupy such a huge and decadent Guo Jia, and all Chinese people will become their slaves.

And a farmer like him can become a noble master on this land.

the result?The corpses of colleagues who are constantly being brought down from the battlefield these days.

Especially when some people were bragging loudly one second ago, how majestic they were on the battlefield; the scene of suddenly coughing blood violently made him suffer too much.

Knowing this war is not as simple as the superior said.

If there must be something that satisfies him and keeps him motivated, it is that in an operation a few days ago, they robbed a wealthy businessman's mansion.

Now the few pieces of gold jewelry he put on his body are his biggest motivation to continue fighting.

However, everything was different tonight.