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Chapter 241, Chickens peck each other

The Xiaoyangzhuang gun tower was rebuilt last month on the original site.

A three-story brick and tile building, surrounded by walls and moats, the protection is not bad.

On the second floor of the blockhouse, empty wine bottles, peanut shells, chicken bones, and a mess of household garbage were scattered all over the place, making it look like a pigsty.

"Squad leader, when will our supplies arrive? There are almost rats running out of the tank. After this meal, I really can't stop eating." A man with gritty teeth asked.

"Then press again!"

The man with long thin face and smell of alcohol is Wang Defa, the highest conductor in the blockhouse.

The eight-way attack was just a few months ago.The original blockhouse was beaten by the Eighth Route Army, five were killed and six were captured, none of them ended well.

Wang Defa was ordered to lead people to guard the gun tower, which was equivalent to being sent to the most dangerous place.

With no hope, he drank heavily in the blockhouse all day long, living drunkenly, dreaming and dying every day.

"Squad leader, those guys said that the person who delivered supplies to us last time was beaten by the Eighth Route guerrillas.

Things were also robbed, let us endure for a few more days.Damn it, it's not them who are emotionally hungry! "The grumpy-toothed man hung up the phone, complaining indignantly.

"Aren't you a bitch going to scold back?"

Wang Defa opened his hazy drunken eyes, "Fuck, this day is really a f*cking life. I'm in a hurry, I... go up the mountain and become a bandit."

I'm working hard with Eighth Road here, and these bastards don't even give them food properly.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he was, he picked up the wine bottle and poured it into his mouth. The next second, "Fuck, I'm out of wine again. Where's Lao Tzu's wine? Bring it!"

"Squad leader, it's gone. You've eaten up all the sweet potatoes in the village."

Wang Defa slammed the bottle on the table: "Go ahead, call again and ask them to add the wine. If I don't have it, I won't do it."

The grumpy-toothed man shook the phone silently. Although he knew whether the squad leader wanted to drink, he still had to do something, otherwise he would be the one who got beaten up.

Suddenly, a crisp gunshot stopped his movements.

"It's not good, old cuckoo got shot."

There was shouting from below.

Wang Defa was half sober after drinking, and immediately stood up and looked out, "Damn it, the guerrillas are here to harass us again. Tell the brothers to copy the guy, fuck him son of a bitch."

The location of the gun tower has an excellent view. Looking from the inside out, you can clearly see a dozen enemies wearing peasant clothes and rushing towards them with guns in their arms.

Those who looked like this were definitely the Eighth Route Guerrilla Army.

So what if there are a dozen crappy rifles.

How many bullets are in your hand, can you hit them accurately?
Lao Tzu hid in a strong gun tower, and he still had a crooked handle in his hand.Balu can't beat Laozi, but Laozi can beat Balu.

"Snapped!"

"Ah~"

With the sound of gunfire, there was another miserable scream.

"It's not good, the old tortoise was also shot, there are sharpshooters on the eighth route."

"What?" Wang De was taken aback for a moment, and hurried down to inquire about the situation.

In the yard, two puppet soldiers who had been shot were howling.Immediately die, not likely, but the pain is terribly painful, without treatment, he will slowly lose blood and die.

"Damn it, the hearts of these guys are too dirty. There are sharpshooters, who the hell dare to save them! If you show your head, you will definitely be shot."

"Don't you just look at the old turtle and the two of them, lying in the yard and being tortured?"

"You are a good man, go and save! I thank you for both of them."

The howls of the two seemed to grow louder.

Wang Defa watched with cold eyes, and figured out the cause of the incident. He said coldly, "Damn it, the eight roads are about to rush over. If you don't want to die, let me do it mercilessly and avenge the old turtle and the others."

Stepping on the steps of the stairs, he turned his head and said:
"Block the door."

As the guerrillas approached, the machine guns and rifles fired together, spitting flames to stop the enemy.

"Da da da, da da da."

The bullets whizzed by, the marksmanship was not very good, but it was fatal after all.

The guerrillas were suppressed, bloodshed began to occur, and the advance became difficult.

Yuan Lang, who had knocked down two enemies, put down his gun hard when he saw that the other party did not continue to engage in gourd baby to save his grandfather.

"Damn it, is that how guns are used?"

"Do you think the machine gun is a cannon? Shoot blindly. Aim for the firing hole!"

Yuan Lang watched the battle between the two sides, and he had a sense of sight of watching children fighting at the entrance of the village.

They are all delicious, like two chickens pecking at each other, and the bullets have gone to nowhere.

The members of the district team had not been trained, and many of them took up guns for the first time, making a lot of jokes.

I didn't adapt to the recoil of the gun, and the posture of holding the gun was not right. When I shot out, the butt of the gun hit my chin under the inertia of the recoil.

Where the bullet went, only God knows.

The marksmanship of the puppet army is not very good, the bullets are not missing, and not many hit the target.

The monk Wei next to him couldn't stand it anymore, "If this came from our regiment, it would have hit the outer wall of the gun building. The grenade was thrown in along the machine gun hole, and the gun tower should be taken down."

Wang Gensheng threw a grenade into the hole of the machine gun and brought down the gun tower. It has almost become a legend familiar to the regiment.

The most impossible thing to do, but it was done, this is commendable!
"Monk, go teach them how to use machine guns, don't let the second devil inside get too proud."

Yuan Lang felt that he had to exert some pressure, otherwise, depending on the ability of the district team, the enemy might not come to reinforce them.

"Dele."

Monk Wei held Bobosha in his arms, and went to meet Li Bold.

Yuan Lang was left alone in place.

A moment later, another "singer" was added to the chorus of gunfire.

"Squad leader, something is wrong. This is the main force of the Eighth Route! Two machine guns, one of which is still firing. Our machine guns have been suppressed."

The bullets of the machine gunners on the opposite side fired fast and accurately, and shot in along the shooting holes. The bullets would bounce off obstacles.

Just now, a bullet happened to bounce off the machine gunner's ass.

The deputy shooter took over the mobile gun and ran to another shooting hole. Before a clip was fired, the bullet from the opposite side came again.

This time, he didn't even dare to show his head.

"The main force of the Eight Routes, I can't see it. At most, their guerrillas hired two experts. Didn't you see that the others are so good at fighting?" Wang Defa calmly analyzed.

The main force of the Eighth Route Army doesn't have so many chickens who can't even shoot well.

"Squad leader, no matter who they are, our brothers are almost overwhelmed. Hurry up and ask for support!"

The buck-toothed man was yelling anxiously, and he injured three of them in a short time. If he continued to fight, his entire army would be wiped out.

"I still need you to remind me, what are you doing in a daze, call someone!"

Wang Defa pretended to be angry and said, he thought it was just a guerrilla, so he dismissed it casually.

Now he has to call for help, he loses face.

But after all, life is important.

(End of this chapter)