The Japanese also knew that if they failed to charge forward, their opponents would open the city gate and slip away. If they left the city, it would be difficult to catch them.
Not far outside the city is the green gauze tent. The dense sorghum and corn are the best cover. As long as you dig inside, even the gods will not be able to find it.
Therefore, the Japanese military police captain tried his best. If he could not catch Yang Quanhai this time, he would probably see himself in trouble. Therefore, he ordered his Japanese military police to prevent the opponent from opening the city gate at all costs.
With the order, the Japanese military police all rushed upward without fear of death. If one group was defeated, another group would rush up. The ground was already densely packed with fallen people.
The pressure on Nangong Wentian and the others was increasing. Except for him and the two special forces members, the other two of Cao Deli's men had all died. If the bulletproof vests they were wearing had not blocked some bullets for them, they would have probably been reimbursed.
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During the gap between shooting, Nangong Wentian turned around and shouted at the two people who opened the door, "Why hasn't the door been opened yet?"
"Start now!" The two warriors were also anxious, shouting while repeating their actions crazily.
Nangong Wentian turned around, pushed the five magazines into the magazine, then closed the funnel cover and pushed the gun bolt hard.
This is already the third crooked-handled machine gun he has used. In such a fierce battle, the two crooked-handled machine guns in front were all scrapped because they could not withstand the high-intensity shooting. This one's lifespan seems to be short.
Longer.
No, after shooting for less than two minutes, the machine gun went silent. It seemed that another battle was over.
"This little devil can't help but use it." Nangong Wentian didn't blame him for using it too harshly, but blamed the little devil. As he said this, he switched to a Type 92 heavy machine gun.
This Type 92 heavy machine gun only hit half of the bullet feed plate before the gunner was killed. As a result, Nangong Wentian got an advantage in vain, and in turn gave the Japanese a head-on blow.
The distinctive woodpecker sound of the Type 92 machine gun rang out, and the bullets instantly covered the open space outside the city gate. The Japanese who rushed over fell down one after another, and a rain of blood spattered.
The terrain outside the city gate is narrow. Even if the Japs have a large number of troops, the number they can charge at each time is limited. They can only rely on tactics to add more people bit by bit, but the effect is still very poor.
Although they were filled with hatred, the Japanese commanders had no choice. Who knew that the fortifications they designed themselves were so good and strong.
"Vice-captain, it's open!" Two soldiers at the city gate shouted, and half of the door slowly opened with a creaking sound, revealing the night outside, and a breath of green grass came to the face, which made people feel
Feeling refreshed.
Nangong Wentian was overjoyed. He fired wildly with the 92-style weapon in his hand, and at the same time shouted, "Retreat, I'll cover."
The two special forces members did not hesitate, jumped up from behind the fortifications, bent over and rushed towards the city gate.
But at this moment, a string of blood flew from the shoulder of a special operations team member, and then his body shook and fell to the ground.
The special operations team member beside him stopped immediately, bent down to help him, and shouted, "Xiao Song."
The special forces member who fell on the ground was holding the wound on his neck and felt the blood spurting out at an alarming speed. Knowing that he had been injured in an important position and that he was probably hopeless, he gasped and shouted at Nangong Wentian,
"Vice Captain, leave quickly, I'll cover you."
Nangong Wentian looked back, immediately rushed over, pressed the wound for him, and shouted hurriedly, "Quickly, withdraw from the city to stop the bleeding."
The special forces member known as Xiao Song stretched out his hand to stop Nangong Wentian's arm, then struggled to tear off the bulletproof vest on his body, threw it to the special forces members beside him, smiled, "Vice captain, you guys leave quickly, I
Come and stop the devils."
Nangong Wentian felt great grief in his heart, but now was not the time to be indecisive. No one would be able to leave if he delayed any longer. He picked up the special forces team member next to him and rushed out of the city gate, "Let's go."
Seeing Nangong Wentian and the others rushing out of the city gate, Xiao Song felt relieved. He pressed the wound on his neck, then staggered back to the fortification, holding the machine gun with one hand.
After trying a few rounds, he found that he seemed to be getting weaker and weaker, so he let go of the machine gun and began to collect the grenades on the Japs' waist. Soon, he collected more than a dozen grenades, and then left Nangong Wentian.
The high-explosive bombs he dropped were also placed beside him, and then he leaned behind the fortifications.
Panting heavily, Xiao Song held his hand on the button of the detonator and waited for the Japanese to arrive.
The sound of leather shoes stepping on the ground came, and the messy footsteps told that there were many Japanese. Xiao Song showed a smile at the corner of his mouth, and moved his body backward to make himself more comfortable.
The Japanese rushed over from outside the fortifications one after another, crowded the city gate in the blink of an eye, and then rushed towards the opened city gate.
At this moment, a dazzling white light burst out in the city gate, and then a deafening explosion was heard. Half of the city gate tower instantly flew into the sky in the explosion.
When broken bricks and tiles fell all over the sky, half of the city gate had disappeared, replaced by a piece of rubble, and half of the city gate root standing in the night, as well as the corpses of the Japanese there.
Nangong Wentian and the others, who had already rushed out of the city gate, stopped suddenly and turned back to look at the city gate, only to find that there were already flames burning into the sky and thick smoke rising into the sky, shaking in the night.
"It's Xiao Song," another special operations team member said in a deep voice. He and Xiao Song were both soldiers in the same combat group and had a very good relationship.
Nangong Wentian glanced at the soaring fire again, and then shouted, "Go, get out of here quickly."
People immediately ran towards the green gauze tent more than a hundred meters away. As long as they got inside, they would be safe.
In order to prevent someone from using Qingshazhang to raid the city gate, the Japs cleared everything within a hundred meters around the city wall, leaving only a flat open space. This area was also the most dangerous place, because there were Japs troops on the wall.
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Sure enough, as soon as Nangong Wentian and the others rushed out of the city gate, the shouts of the Japanese were heard on the city wall, followed closely by the sound of gunshots.
Nangong Wentian and the others had no time to speak. They all bent down and ran forward with all their strength. They also had to change directions from time to time and make some evasive movements to avoid the Japanese's shots.
More than a hundred meters, which usually seems not far away, but now, it is a road of death, which may kill Nangong Wentian and the others at any time.
Everyone didn't dare to think too much, they just ran forward with all their strength, rushing towards the green gauze tent that was getting closer and closer.
Suddenly, the sound of Japanese machine guns came from the city wall, and they were two Type 92 heavy machine guns. I don’t know where the Japanese moved them from.
At this moment, the pressure on Nangong Wentian and the others suddenly increased. The heavy rain of bullets pressed them into a small depression, making them unable to lift their heads.
Behind them, many Japanese military policemen had emerged from the ruins at the city gate, shouting and rushing towards them. If Nangong Wentian and the others continued to be suppressed here, they would still be unable to escape the Japanese pursuit.
Nangong Wentian tried it several times, but every time he raised his head, the Japanese machine guns grazed his scalp, making it impossible to launch a counterattack.
"What should I do? What should I do?" Nangong Wentian stared at the green gauze tent not far away, his eyes almost burning.