Luo Fugui put down the telescope, squinted hard and looked to the right side of the crooked handle: "It's a bit difficult, but I can definitely make do with those bunch of security forces. I agreed to just hit them once."

"The trajectory is from left to right." The girl who grabbed the telescope said loudly and opened it.

"I want you to teach me how to shoot a machine gun?" Luo Fugui was a little dissatisfied.

"So much nonsense, listen to the order, starting from the Japs squatting on the ground on the far left. Look at them tossing the grenades, hurry up, fire a burst, five rounds!"

Suddenly, the crooked machine gun roared, clack, clack, clack... More than a dozen bullet casings jumped out randomly from the right side of the machine gun, and two copper pieces fell from the bucket. The sound of the crooked machine gun was not loud, and the muzzle was still emitting

A wisp of smoke came out.

The soldiers of the second company next to him breathed a sigh of relief, with a look of contempt on their faces. The sound of the machine gun sounded less powerful than the 79 rifle, and it was also very noisy.

Luo Fugui stopped shooting, raised his head and shouted: "How was the fight? I think the Japanese and the security forces over there were all defeated!"

"It's a good fight, there's progress. A few security troops are trying to mess with those two Japs. They should have hit them."

"That's it, I'll sweep a large area, grandma's, do you want another one?"

"Can five rounds of bullets cover a large area?" Tang Dagou, who was watching the fun next to him, curled his lips and said sarcastically.

"Tang Dagou, it's your grandma's business. I'll beat you as much as you want and it's none of your business. I'm happy!"

Before Tangshan Big Dog could curse again, the crooked machine gun roared again. This time, it fired all the bullets in the bucket until the last shell casing popped out from the right side of the gun body, and the barrel muzzle opened again.

There's a light smoke coming out.

"How many were hit this time?"

"Those Japanese security forces are lying on the ground, how could I know? Anyway, there are more than a dozen of them in the pile. I don't know whether they were hit or not."

"How is it possible? I've been staring at him for a long time. Come back again!"

He dragged the bag of bullets next to the girl over, took out five bridges, put them in a small oilcloth bag next to him, touched them with his hands, oiled the bridges one by one, and then stuffed them into the supply box.

In the bucket.

Not even the assistant shooter was needed. Xiong blinked and looked at it. It seemed that one was missing. He took out another bridge frame and stuffed it into the bucket on the left. The weight iron naturally pressed down.

There was oil on my hands and it was difficult to use, so I just wiped it on the back of Xiao Hongying who was lying down and observing.

"Why are you touching my back? You're so shameless!"

"Grandma, there's a grass on your back. Let me remove it for you."

A large area fell down behind.

The crooked machine gun immediately fired again, three shots, two shots, a single shot, no pattern, rapid and short bursts, bullets hitting the security forces lying on the ground from a distance, and the machine gun kept beating.

This is purely based on imagination. You don't know whether you can hit it. If you have too many bullets, you will always hit a few.

The Japs were not the ones who refused to fight back when being beaten. Under the Japs' orders, the security forces set up Czech guns and opened fire. The dense bullets roared from the east, hitting the bushes and walls outside with a chirping sound.

The bullets were fired high enough that the bullets jumped over the courtyard wall and flew far away. Several rounds of bullets penetrated the entire village. The bullets flew wildly to the Meixian Security Army position in the west.

The battalion commander of the Meixian Public Security Army saw the bullets flying from far away and quickly got down: Damn it, what kind of rhythm is this? The Eighth Route Machine Gun in the village was obviously firing in the east, but these bullets were able to hit the west. This Eighth Route Army is really amazing.

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Bullets were still flying over from the east. A security soldier was shot in the back. He immediately lay down on the ground and howled like a slaughtering pig. The health soldier next to him hurried forward and prepared to bandage it, but after searching for a long time, he couldn't find the bullet hole. Damn it.

Already?

Finally, I discovered that several bullets fired from the east fell to the ground in front of me and got into the mud, with half of their buttocks still exposed. What kind of rhythm is this? The bullets can't get through the mud? Can't they be made of wood?

Huang Cancan is black but doesn't look like...

There were craters made by machine gun bullets outside the courtyard wall. A bullet accidentally got through the shooting hole and flew past Luo Fugui's ear. The frightened bear immediately stopped loading the machine gun and fired it back.

The little girl who was observing pushed away from the shooting port, rolled on the ground to the other side, and shouted in her broken voice: "I'll x his grandma... move quickly...!"

Looking back, I don't know when there were more than a dozen soldiers of the Second Company squatting behind me. Nearly half of the soldiers guarding the east side were watching the fun. Xu Maomao lowered his waist and picked up Luo Fugui's Czech style and ran outside. Xiong's face turned dark.

He stood up in embarrassment: "What are you looking at? Your grandma is a bear!"

Bullets from the security forces are still flying around outside this courtyard wall.

Several soldiers from the second company didn't mind being scolded and even gave Luo Fugui a thumbs up.

For no other reason, the soldiers of the Second Company were observing outside just now and saw Luo Fugui's two spears. They beat them hard and viciously. As for whether they were accurate or not, the fact that they could hit two of them at a distance of more than 500 meters shows the level of shooting.

There is.

After receiving the praise from the second company soldier, he immediately became a high-spirited bear. With his eyes looking at the sky, Shi Shiran walked out. Unexpectedly, his foot slipped and he fell forward, causing a burst of laughter.

Slowly, the machine guns of the security forces also stopped.

Xiao Hongying lay down at the observation position again, looked at it, turned back, raised her hand and pointed: "Come here, you two."

The soldiers of the 2nd Company who had completed the task of digging trenches squinted and did not move. In front of so many brothers, they were old enemies with the 9th Company. How could they pass by: "Sorry, it's boring to beat you up." Don't mention that I was worried.

Frustrated.

"Really boring?"

Pointing his hand to the side: "You two, come here."

The two soldiers who were here before pointed at their noses: "Me?" "Me?"

"Yes, you two are the only ones who suck!"

The two soldiers thrust the thirty-eight big caps into the hands of the soldiers next to them and immediately jumped over.

The two soldiers digging the trenches stared wide-eyed: Are these two brothers too shameless?

I have never touched the Czech style very often. It looks more grand than the Czech style if it is crooked.

"You lift this thing up, the bullet needs to be oiled!"

"Yes, well, put the bullets in flat, put the six bridge brackets, pull the trigger, here is the ruler, wait for my order." Xiao Hongying poked out the telescope from the shooting hole again.

...

For the Japanese second lieutenant team leader in the east, this was simply a great shame and humiliation. This unfortunate battle was all caused by the useless security forces around them. Two grenadier soldiers were blinded by Tuba Road with machine guns. Seeing that the two Japanese soldiers

He was about to die, and the two devils were listening to his last words.

There were more than a dozen security guards lying on the ground crying in mourning.

There was no way to vent the anger in my heart. Instead of encircling the Eighth Route Army, this feeling was that the Eighth Route Army was surrounding us. The ground in front was open and we wanted to attack, but Captain Maeda didn't give any orders.

A Japanese sergeant crawled up to the team leader and suggested in a panicked voice: "There is a Taisho 11-year-old machine gun over there. Should we attack with a grenade?"
Chapter completed!