Bright sword: the rise from the escrow quilt factory

Chapter 178
"You really think the little devil is made of iron!" Li Yunlong put down the binoculars in his hand and said disdainfully: "It's normal for the little devil to be injured in this bad weather."

As he spoke, Li Yunlong tightened the cotton coat on his body.

This is also thanks to the cotton planted by Li Yunlong when he first came to the quilt factory. Otherwise, in this bad weather, the guard team would definitely have reduced staff.

After celebrating for a while, the ghost soldiers on the high ground began to approach the 102 high ground in a cloudy manner.

The soldiers of the guard regiment held the weapons in their hands tightly, and fixed their eyes on the little devil who was lying on his stomach with his buttocks up.

This group of defeated Japanese soldiers still did not realize the danger they were about to face.

After a while, the little devil climbed halfway up the mountain, only more than 300 meters away from the first battalion.

"Leader! Do we want to fight or not!" Zhang Dabiao couldn't help clenching the gun in his hand, and asked in a deep voice.

Li Yunlong shook his head slightly. Now the distance is far from enough. If the little devil finds out that something is wrong, he will definitely turn around and run away immediately.

Seeing Li Yunlong's refusal, Zhang Dabiao could only continue to wait patiently, and the devils quickly came to the 200-meter position.

"Captain! Do you want to do it?" Zhang Dabiao asked again: "The little devil is only 200 meters away from us."

Because Li Yunlong has not issued an order, the guard battalion tried their best to restrain their inner emotions.

"No rush!" Li Yunlong said calmly.

Zhang Dabiao took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the idea of ​​jumping out to face the devils.

200m…

150m…

100m…

They could even see the cold light on the [-] cover in the little devil's hand.

The expression on Zhang Dabiao's face became more and more anxious, and he looked at Li Yunlong from time to time, hoping to hear the order to start the fight from him.

Seeing the Japanese soldiers getting closer and closer to them, the soldiers of the first battalion also became restless. Holding the weapons in their hands, they began to aim at the devil soldiers on the mountain road in advance.

When the little devil saw the high ground, the speed of his feet became faster and faster, and he unknowingly pulled out several long lines of skirmishers.

at last.

When the devil's rout was only 50 meters away from the first battalion.

"Call me!"

Li Yunlong roared, and immediately ordered to shoot.

The little devil has rushed to a distance of 50 meters, just within the coverage of the submachine gun, and the distance of 50 meters can fully maximize the power of the submachine gun.

Although the little devil's 100-cap can also hit them, but compared with the [-]-round Thompson submachine gun, the devil's bolt-action rifle is obviously not enough.

As soon as Li Yunlong finished speaking, he raised his gun and aimed at one of the Japanese army corporals carrying plaster flags, and pulled the trigger at his head.

"Da da da~"

A burst of sudden gunshots suddenly sounded on the hill.

Three fiery bullets burst out from the muzzle of the gun, and struck at the face of Corporal Devil, smashing his face to pieces in an instant.

A cloud of red blood mist burst out from the back of the Japanese Corps Commander's head in an instant.

The ghost corporal who was walking stopped suddenly, and then he turned around a few times before lying down on the ground.

The ghost soldiers near the Japanese army corporal looked at the corpse on the ground in disbelief, and couldn't react for a while.

The ghosts who were a little further away also stopped and looked around in confusion. They didn't know what happened yet.

After waiting for a long time, Zhang Dabiao finally received Li Yunlong's order, directly picked up the submachine gun on the ground, leaned out of the trench, and violently fired at the devils below.

At a distance of 50 meters, these little devils are no different from living targets.

Thanks to the power of the submachine gun, and because the little devils were standing relatively densely, when Zhang Dabiao finished sweeping with one drum, twenty or thirty little devils fell down immediately.

Immediately, gunshots broke out throughout the 102 Heights.

The soldiers of the first battalion got up and opened fire one after another, and fire snakes spewed out from the muzzle of the guns, hitting the devils with little blood splashes, and sweeping the little devils in front to the ground.

Under the skillful operation of the soldiers, hundreds of charges fired bullets rhythmically in bursts.

The bullets flickered golden rays of light in the air, weaving into a dense firepower net.

For a moment, the battlefield where the devils were was hit with dust, and the bullets swept down the devils in the front row, and then penetrated their bodies, flying towards the devil soldiers behind.

The little devil fell to the ground one after another like harvested wheat.

After hundreds of companions fell one after another, these devils finally thought of finding a bunker to fight back.

But where there is any place to cover on this mountain, it is basically some protruding stones, or some withered and yellow tree trunks.

The helpless little devil could only crawl on the ground to fight back.

This group of devils broke up and complained endlessly, they just came out of the wolf's den, but they didn't expect to enter the tiger's head again, they didn't expect someone to ambush them here.

There was a burst of noisy gunshots in the Japanese army's position, and the kid lay on the ground and fired at the mountain indiscriminately, trying to suppress the attack from the high ground.

Rifle bullets whizzed past Li Yunlong's ears.

Facing the enemy's firepower, Li Yunlong remained motionless. He set up a light machine gun and started calling the devils below one by one.

Under Li Yunlong's skilled operation, the light machine gun has been firing in short bursts, because there is a tripod on the light machine gun.

Therefore, the accuracy is even higher than the submachine gun, or even the assault rifle of the 026 team.

One of the little devils lying on the ground poked his head and wanted to shoot.

As soon as he raised his head, his head was smashed by three machine gun bullets oncoming, and his head exploded like a watermelon.

Most of the devil's head was blown off, and he looked very disgusting.

Under Li Yunlong's operation, the light machine gun was almost played by him, and the bullets of the machine gun seemed to have eyes.

Shoot those devil soldiers who thought they were hiding well one by one, and the devil soldiers who beat them screamed again and again.

The members of the 026 Special Forces also had a great time killing devils.

At such a close range, Wang Xikui didn't need to aim at all, it could basically be said to be where to hit.

Whenever Barrett's voice sounded, a devil's head would definitely be blown off, or they would be torn in two by bullets.

On the other side, Lee Joon's marksmanship was equally accurate, and the two of them seemed to be in a competition, comparing who's marksmanship would kill more devils.

"The distance is less than 100 meters, if I can miss the gun again, then I really should find a piece of tofu and kill myself!" Looking at the headless corpses falling one by one below, Wang Xikui thought to himself.

After the Japanese knew that there were two snipers nearby, Dang Lian began to rush towards Wang Gensheng and the others, trying to take down the snipers who had caused them so much suffering.

(End of this chapter)