"Professor Matsumoto, get down quickly." Shibata Huichang shouted loudly. The battle suddenly broke out like this. Shibata Huichang has rich combat experience, so of course he will not be intimidated by this small local armed force of the Eighth Route Army. He immediately started to direct the counterattack, but when his heavy machine gun opened fire, he thought of the professor beside him.
When he came here, his mission was to protect the train and everything on it, including Professor Matsumoto, who is a famous university professor in Tokyo. I didn't expect that Matsumoto Nobuhiro stood there in a daze at this time. If he was hit by a stray bullet, his life would probably be gone.
Shibata Huichang called out immediately. Hearing his shout, Matsumoto Nobuhiro reacted and got down quickly. Just when he got down on the ground, there was a loud bang. The flatbed truck with the Type 92 heavy machine gun had been blown up. Countless single pieces flew across. If he hadn't got down, he would have been hit by shrapnel by now.
Shibata Huichang turned his head and looked over with surprise on his face. The Eighth Route Army has never been good at fighting fortified positions, because the Eighth Route Army lacks heavy weapons. Even if it is to attack a bunker, the Eighth Route Army will pay a lot of sacrifices. Now that their special train has heavy machine guns, it should be able to take advantage of it steadily. Even if they were small in number and couldn't counterattack, at least it would be no problem to protect this place. Who would have thought that the heavy machine gun would be reimbursed before the battle lasted for a minute. Where did the opponent get this weird weapon?
It's just that no one has answered his question now. Just as the heavy machine gun was blown into the sky, soldiers from the Eighth Route Army's martial arts team rushed up.
The little devils lying on the ground skillfully pulled the bolts and fired. This is not uncommon for them. They are not too nervous, as if they are well-trained killing machines. They kept shooting. The fighters of the armed forces team who rushed up suddenly fell down several times.
At this time, Qin Baoshan was a little annoyed. This Li Xiangyang has never fought a positional battle, and now he is rushing forward like this, he is paying for his life. Little devils, especially those experienced old devils, are very accurate in shooting. Rushing forward in this way is relying on human life in exchange for victory, which Qin Baoshan dislikes the most.
"Lie down, everyone, get down!" Qin Baoshan shouted loudly.
Now the distance between the two sides is less than 50 meters, but if they want to cross the 50 meters, it means that the martial arts team will fall with a dozen or even dozens of people. Qin Baoshan was unwilling to watch such a thing happen. He shouted loudly: "Monk, set Lao Tzu on fire."
?Since meeting Li Xiangyang, Wei Dayong and others have been obediently following behind Qin Baoshan, without any battles to fight, and no chance to show their abilities. Until now, it seems that they have finally won the battle.
Just now, Wei Dayong blasted away the little devil's machine gun position with a single bazooka, and he hasn't had enough of it yet. Now that he heard Qin Baoshan's words, Wei Dayong immediately waved to the people behind him, so a flamethrower was put into Wei Dayong's hands.
When they came out this time, they brought all the equipment, complete. No matter what problems you encounter, you can easily solve them.
The little devil was lying on the ground. In this case, of course the best gunner can take out the little devil at a distance of fifty meters. But in Li Xiangyang's martial arts team, there are not many such sharpshooters. It is very difficult to roll the rolls one by one, so now let's just kill them one by one.
"Little devil, try Lao Tzu's new weapon." Wei Dayong shouted while pressing the shooting button. The soldiers beside him were carrying two steel cylinders. At this moment, the high-pressure air in one cylinder made a sharp cry and rushed into the gasoline tank. The gasoline was propelled by the high-pressure air, sprayed out from the flame spray gun, and flew tens of meters away. Then the special igniter starts to fire. The gasoline sprayed out like a water dragon instantly turned into a fire dragon.
Wei Dayong held the flamethrower, majestic and heroic. He held the flamethrower and kept turning it like a fire brigade. The fire dragon flew forward like a fan, sweeping over a large area area.
The little devil lying on the ground let out a scream.
They lie on the ground, and they will definitely not be hit by bullets. But this flame can definitely greet them. The little devils will be set on fire if the hot burning gasoline just falls on them. A raging fire ignited on the body of a famous little devil. They stood up in horror and let out heart-piercing screams. Some were running, some were struggling in place, and some were rolling back and forth on the ground. For a moment, no one fired at the Eighth Route Army martial arts team anymore.Dozens of little devils who tried to stop the martial arts team had already turned into burning men in the flames.
Seeing all this, Li Xiangyang opened his eyes wide. I didn't expect Comrade Kara to be so capable. Although there were only a dozen people in this small team, the ability was really too strong. To come up with something like this. This is simply a big killer.
Shibata Huichang was dumbfounded, he didn't expect the Eighth Route Army to set fire to it. The Eighth Route Army not only has weapons for attacking fortifications, but also weapons for setting fire. When will it be the turn of the Eighth Route Army to have the advantage in weapons?
"Baga." Shibata Huichang cursed loudly. But he also knew that his cursing was useless, and now he watched his subordinates lying on their stomachs being burned to death one by one. Shibata Keichang knew that there was no other choice now. If he wasn't near the train, he might have been burned too. He said to Shinhiro Matsumoto beside him, "Professor Matsumoto, the situation is not good. We are retreating to work."
"No, no, we can't retreat." Nobuhiro Matsumoto shouted loudly: "If we retreat, what will happen to this train? The things here are the most precious things in the empire, and they must be sent back to the empire safely. Go. Hold on, and drive the Eighth Route Army away."
Shibata Huichang didn't know what to say anymore. Under the current situation, he said something to protect the things inside the train. If they don't retreat quickly, then all of them will die here. The soldiers of the empire are not afraid of jade fragments. If jade fragments can be exchanged for victory, they can persist, but now, it is useless at all. Their death is meaningless. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com