[Volume 1] Section 8: Chapter 3 The Seven Heroes Fight to Death (1)

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Chapter 3 The Seven Heroes Fight to Death

At this critical moment, Xu Houde rushed over with a machine gun, da, da da! Da! Da da! Very rhythmic short shots, Japanese soldiers fell to the ground like fallen leaves in autumn. Xu Houde is a Maxine

Heavy machine gun shooters, including the British Mantle, the French Haskage, the Japanese Taisho 11, the American Browning, and the German MG34, no matter what machine gun he gets in his hands, he can turn it into decay.

magic!

The Japanese attack was finally repelled, and more than sixty Japanese corpses added some decoration to this small position. Gao Fei lay in the mud mixed with broken limbs and broken arms, panting like an ox. Blood Sacrifice of Anti-Japanese War

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Xu Houde touched Gao Fei up and down with a concerned look on his face, which made Gao Fei look at him strangely. If Gao Fei could speak at this moment, he would definitely get out of here! The smelly fagot blurted out!

Soon, Xu Houde found what he was looking for from Gao Fei's pocket, which was half a pack of cigarettes. Gao Fei glared at Xu Houde fiercely, and Xu Houde smiled with his slit mouth showing yellow teeth: "Sir, every time

It’s such a waste to stuff everyone’s noses! It’s better to give the brothers some fun!”

Gao Fei nodded. Seeing Gao Fei's agreement, Xu Houde hurriedly raised his hands and shouted: "The deputy battalion commander is handing out cigarettes to everyone!"

Gao Fei glared at Xu Houde and said, "There are only five sticks left. Let's all take turns and take a bite each!"

Xu Houde pinched the cigarette case sadly and whispered: "Five cigarettes are enough, that's enough!"

"What?" Gao Fei stood up staggeringly with Xu Houde's support. Northeastern guy, Laoshanxi guy, big bowl of noodles, small glasses, bow-legged, there were only five lonely people on the battlefield looking for their brothers who were still alive.

Gao Fei looked at his watch, and there was only the last ray of sunshine left in the sky. Perhaps the Japanese thought that there were no living Japanese on the battlefield, and they even skipped the routine shelling after the attack failed?

So the seven surviving Chinese soldiers scolded the little Japanese for being stingy, refusing to even fire cannons, and looking down on me. At the same time, they were lamenting about their remaining lives. Maybe here, this is the meaning of living.

Gao Fei's watch was no longer working. Gao Fei estimated that it might have been damaged by the shock, but based on the time when the sun set, he calculated the approximate time of the extremely tragic hand-to-hand battle just now! It was only less than three minutes? The previous position

There are still forty-seven people on board who can breathe, including three seriously injured people!

Only then did Gao Fei experience the true cruelty of hand-to-hand combat. The scenes of back-and-forth fighting and entanglement in later film and television dramas could only exist under artistic processing. Even if there were thousands of people fighting hand-to-hand, the fighting time would only last a few minutes.

After inspecting the position, Gao Fei looked at Fang Guozhong, a Northeastern guy who was collecting ammunition, and said: "Oh! I said it was strange! Where is the corpse of the big Japanese guy I killed before? That *** thing almost killed me? Where is the corpse?

Missing? Did any of you see it?"

Fang Guozhong said with a blank look on his face: "You want to see the little devil who is being tortured to death? I said, what is wrong with you? What is there to see? You are a stinker, and you can stab both eyes with a bayonet! We kill them these days.

If little Japan looks at each other, will he still be able to eat in the future?"

A thin young man wearing an ill-fitting military uniform came to Gao Fei's side, smiled ingratiatingly and said: "Batalion Deputy! I saw five or six little Japanese carried back, and I even shot two of them down."
Chapter completed!