The platoon leader watched in horror as the tongue of flames struck the brothers exposed to the light to death one by one.
Someone shouted, and the few who were still injured dropped their guns, ran into the darkness, and ran for their lives.
Damn it, you bastards, you ran away! Come back! Come back!!!
He cursed secretly in his heart, but he didn't even dare to make a sound, for fear that the tongue of fire would hit him. He could only hold his breath and press his body into the withered grass.
Several deadly light bombs were extinguished one after another, and darkness returned to the surrounding area.
The wounded soldiers who were lingering around were shouting one after another, and the platoon leader woke up a little. He stared at the dark window, sweating, and crawled slowly. After a while, he crawled to the side of the house.
The remaining twenty or so people in this row were crowded on the side and back of the house, staring at all this, so shocked that they could not speak.
But the platoon leader was the platoon leader. He took a few deep breaths and asked his subordinates:
"Which one of you is carrying a grenade?"
The men stared and shook their heads. The people who came out to arrest people were not fighting, and they didn't even send grenades!
"Damn it," the platoon leader leaned against the brick wall, holding the gun and tremblingly cursed, "If there are grenades, throw two of them through the window. Grandma is such a bear, what kind of machine gun is this? Damn it!"
One soldier boldly asked:
"Sir, what should we do?"
The platoon leader spat and said viciously:
"Damn it, stay here. They've nailed the back window by themselves anyway. If you want to come out, you have to come out from the front. Let's lie down here. If they come out, we'll beat my brother-in-law from behind!"
As the order was passed on, there was a faint clatter of gun bolts, and about twenty people crawled to both sides of the house, aiming their guns at the open space in front of the house.
The platoon leader looked at the brothers who were still wailing in front of the room, thinking about the few who had just escaped, and cursed in his heart, Damn it, the Xuzhou garrison is still an elite unit of the Qing Army, and the military police are among the most elite in the army.
In the quality part, when you see a machine gun, it becomes like this!
…
The room was also shocked.
You don't need to go to the window to see it with your own eyes, the wailing sound coming from outside the house says it all. The "Woodpecker"'s first land battle calmed everyone down.
The machine gunner lying on the front window was trembling with excitement at this moment, his ears were still buzzing, and he couldn't hear what others said. The ammunition supply hand was also trembling with excitement, but after all, he was a professional here, and his hands were still very good.
He quickly loaded bullets into the metal bullet chain that had just been removed. Everyone's Mauser rifle bullets were gathered together and used for the machine gun. The spare barrel and asbestos gloves were kept at hand, ready for use at any time.
…
Xiang Xiaoqiang sat on the ground beside the bed, holding the Thompson submachine gun tightly in his hands, and asked with a dry throat:
"……How many?"
The bomb supplyer patted the machine gunner before he reacted and said in a low voice:
"There are at least... six dead and injured. A few of them escaped. Now... there is no one in front..."
This is different from the Maxim they shot before. Absolutely different. Although the muzzle flame is so big, the gun body vibrates so violently, and the sound is so deafening that it pierces the eardrum, but... it's really useful!
It's like holding a scalpel to cut flesh directly. It's very light and fast, one step at a time.
Although I had an actual battle on a plane, that kind of battle was very abstract and could not be compared with this kind of face-to-face real life.
In a sudden attack like the one just now, if a Maxim machine gun were used, two or three people could be knocked down at most before the opponent could react and run away to hide. But this kind of machine gun is so explosive that six people were already lying down before the opponent could react.
It's there.
The machine gunner even felt that if it wasn't the first time he used this kind of gun to kill people in actual combat and he was frightened, he would have knocked down more people. Those deserters couldn't escape at all.
…
Xiang Xiaoqiang held the edge of the bed and tried to stand up, but found that his legs and arms were weak. He simply sat back again, touched his forehead, swallowed dryly, and felt his whole body trembling.
The first time. This was the first time he experienced combat. Although he did not shoot with his own hands or see the enemy with his own eyes, his legs and hands were already numb just by listening to the deafening gunshots and screams.
Damn it, this won’t work! Absolutely not! I am a military intelligence officer, a soldier! I am a veteran!
I have to stand up!!!
Damn, who is afraid of whom? Just treat it like playing a game!
This is time travel, and I am the protagonist! The protagonist means that it will always be smooth sailing, that there will always be no danger, that you will never die, that you don’t have to do anything, and that the enemy will have his own misfortune. He will recruit beauties from everywhere, recruit young men from everywhere, and have too much money to spend.
!!!
Xiang Xiaoqiang gritted his teeth, held on to the edge of the bed, and stood up. He felt that the blood in his body was running again, and a sense of confidence spread throughout his body.
He carefully lay down on the front window, exposed his eyes, and saw a few black things on the dark ground. Some of them could move while others were screaming, and some could not.
He found that if he imagined all of this as a first-person shooter, a high-simulation game, it wouldn't be so scary. At least it would feel less cruel.
Xiang Xiaoqiang turned back and asked:
"Gensheng, let's rush out from the front door? Now is the time."
Li Gensheng immediately objected:
"Captain, no! The enemy must be ambushing on both sides, just waiting for us to get out!"
"Didn't you say there were only about ten of them? There were almost ten of them who died and ran away."
"We can't take this risk. There are only a dozen or so that we have seen, and there must be some that we haven't seen... An infantry squad in the Qing army has less than ten people, and now there are more than ten, which means there are at least two squads.
, or more likely a platoon! Now when we go out, there may be a dozen rifles pointing at our backs! Captain, we can’t go out!"
"Okay," Xiang Xiaoqiang nervously shook the submachine gun, the metal drum drum was already covered with sweat, "Okay, you are better at this than me, you decide."
He glanced at Miss Zhao and Xiao Wu. The beautiful ladies were leaning against the corner, hugging each other with their heads buried, and neither of them said a word.
Nodding to Xiaoqiang:
"Then we will proceed as planned! Zi Teng, do it!"
Even though he had a stomachache, he had never experienced such a battle scene, but after all, he had carried out missions alone, killed people, and set fires, and his mood quickly stabilized. He opened a suitcase on the ground and took out a small piece of matchbox.
After comparing the big "sesame cake", I felt it was a bit big, so I cut off a third of it, then rolled the rest into a long strip and glued it to the bottom of the nailed-down rear window.
"Ziteng," Xiang Xiaoqiang felt that his voice was trembling, "you must have calculated it accurately. Don't look back. We have already told you to stay here."
"Don't worry, captain," his voice was shaking with a stomachache, "I'm good at it..."
Several people erected the bed, pulled it as far away from the wall as possible, and then hid behind the thick wooden board.
With a stomachache, he took out a matchstick-sized detonator, inserted it into the plastic explosive, connected it to a wire, dragged it behind the bed board, and connected it to the detonator. Then he raised his head and signaled:
"okay."
Xiang Xiaoqiang whispered:
"Okay, everyone, come here!"
Everyone gathered behind the bed board, huddled together, and lay on the ground.
But the machine gunner was still watching from the front window. Xiang Xiaoqiang was also waiting. Everyone was anxious.
What are you waiting for?
I don’t know how long it took, maybe ten minutes, but the faint sound of a train was heard in the distance. After a while, the ground began to tremble slightly. The train was approaching.
Everyone was excited and snapped their fingers at Xiaoqiang, and two machine gunners came over with machine guns and bullets.
Everyone squeezed Miss Zhao and Xiao Wu in the middle and tried their best to protect them.
"Okay, get ready..."
…
The platoon leader and the remaining ten brothers lay on both sides of the house and waited in fear for a long time. There was no movement in the house. The deadly machine gun was very quiet for a long time, but with it at the front window, no one dared
Go to the front of the house.
To be honest, even if there were grenades, he doubted anyone would dare to reach under the window and throw them in.
A guy next to me boldly asked:
"Why haven't you moved Jingni in the past half day?"
"Shh! Shut up!"
Just as he was talking, there was a "bang" sound, the front door of the house was kicked open, and the person inside shouted:
"Okay, there's no one in front, run!"
Ah! The platoon leader was shocked: They are going to run through the front door!
He quickly called all his men to come to the front, lined up in a row, and pointed their guns at the open space in front of them.
A few seconds later…
"boom!!!"
There was an earth-shaking loud noise, and the ground trembled slightly, followed by the sound of bricks collapsing, and then the choking smell of dust.
…
What's going on? Where did the mortar come from? Or did a grenade explode inside?
The platoon leader wiped a handful of ashes from his face, got up and took a look. None of the brothers around him had taken a shot. Instead, they had eaten a mouthful of ashes and were spitting out. When the smoke cleared, only the house could be seen.
Half of the wall collapsed, right around the back window.
In the darkness, several vague figures were running towards the distance.
"Ah, they're running away," the platoon leader yelled, "shoot!"
There were only two or three scattered shots, and more people were still rubbing their eyes and spitting.
"Hurry up and chase!"
He saw a man at the end carrying a machine gun running slowly, so he fired at him.
One shot missed, and the two men on the other side immediately fell down to fight back. Two pieces of fire flashed through, and the two men on their side lay on their backs and died. Then they saw a black thing spinning and flying over, and the platoon leader shouted:
"Lie down——"
"boom!!!"
Two more people were blown away... Two seconds later, a finger fell in front of his eyes.
He became angry and was about to get up and lead the team in pursuit. The last person on the other side had already crossed the railway. Then there was a sharp and long blast, and a train passed by with a clang and a slow speed. The coal cars passed by one by one.
.
"Holy shit-!!!"
The platoon leader slammed his gun to the ground and roared to the sky.