When the squad leader took the lead and ran forward, he fully felt the narrowness of the alley, so he said to a brother next to him: "You, stand side by side with me. Don't stop Thompson, just shoot straight away. Other brothers, wait until we have finished shooting.
Get out of the way before you shoot again."
In order not to alarm the Japanese lying on the ground, the brothers did not answer.
The squad leader and the brother who was holding the Thompson arrived at the end of the alley, and they both shouted out in unison, "Ah--" Bullets sprayed out rapidly from the muzzles of the two Thompson guns. The Japs were lying on the ground, with no time to get up. Countless bullets were fired.
The bullets hit the Japs, the ground, the walls, and the Japs' frantic nerves. This was not a battle, this was simply the messengers from hell summoning the souls of the Japs. None of the Japs who were holding the butts of machine guns to shoot at them.
When he turned around, two bloody holes were made by bullets on the back of his head. Sergeant, whose stomach was pierced by a bullet, reluctantly looked back. Three bullets hit Sergeant in the face. This was no ordinary headshot, because Sergeant
The seeds in his head were like a ripe watermelon being hit by a big iron hammer, and it popped open without hesitation. How miserable, the poor people of Yamato, the hateful Japanese devils.
The squad leader and the brothers beside him finished firing a magazine amidst angry shouts, but their fingers were still tightening on the trigger.
The gunfire stopped completely, and the squad leader was still shouting "Ah--" loudly.
A brother with a rifle pulled the squad leader's arm from behind and said: "Squad leader, there are no bullets in the magazine, and the Japs have all turned off. You are too unkind. You didn't even leave a Japs hair behind you."
, How can we, a group of buddies, be so embarrassed?"
"Ah? No more?" The squad leader stopped shouting and unloaded the magazine, "There are only seven or eight Japs here, and there are still injured and crippled ones. I haven't beaten enough yet, how can I still have your share?"
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Biaozi heard the gunshots stop completely, and there was only the squad leader's shout. He walked out from the corner of the alley, followed by Mengzi and Shihong.
Biaozi and the others walked all the way forward, looking at the beaten corpses of the Japanese. When they arrived in front of the squad leader, Biaozi spoke: "Brother, I was out of breath from running, so I fired two shots and shot out two bullets.
My two brothers only fired for three seconds each. Brothers, it’s only three seconds. It’s better for you two. Each of you has one magazine and you’ve used them all. It’s not enough. You can’t stop shouting.”
"Sir, a dozen of our brothers haven't fired yet. Look, the muzzles of the guns are still cold." The brother behind the squad leader was crying.
"No, you can't say that, sir, this is called sitting and cooperating. Oh, yes, it is what your officers often say, 'joint operations', yes, it is joint operations, hahaha." The squad leader said to himself.
Excuse me.
"No matter, no matter what, you just keep an eye on these alleys. We are still busy getting the Japanese tanks." After Biaozi said that, he took Mengzi and Shihong and walked towards the river.
"Sir, are you leaving now? If there are still a small group of Japs, try to lure them over here. Don't forget that the brothers are waiting here eagerly for the opening." After the squad leader finished speaking, he turned and looked at the brothers behind him,
"Don't worry, this city has only been guarded for a few days, and there are still many Japanese outside the city."
The same street fighting was almost similar in the nearby alleys. The brothers of the 1139th Regiment, who were fully prepared, and under the unified command of Commander Xu, had eliminated several small groups of troops that entered various alleys.
On West Street, half of the soldiers of the main force commanded by Eduhu have already passed the bridge over the river. The tanks are driving towards the bridge. The two Feiteng Feiyue brothers can hear the huge engine sound clearly, but they dare not rush rashly yet.
It was agreed that Lieutenant Colonel Yang would fire the first shot during the operation. While waiting for the other brothers to fire together, before the Japanese tank fired its first shell, it was the best time for brother Feiteng to get out of the bridge hole and blow up the Japanese tank.
Feiyue hid in the bushes, his eyes staring at the bridge opening for a while, and at the little Japs who were close to him. It was the first time that Feiyue was so close to the Japs, so naturally he was a little scared, but what Feiyue didn't expect was that the Japs were