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Chapter 133: Retreat to advance

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In fact, the feeling of depression in their hearts was even stronger than that of the warriors of the Second Battalion. The Eighth Route Army was like a poisonous snake in the dark, ready to wait for an opportunity to give them a fatal blow.

But after waiting for a long time, there was no movement. Could it be that the Eighth Route Army really escaped?

The Japanese were full of doubts and immediately made a gesture. The three of them stood up, walked side by side towards the entrance of the alley in a triangle shape.

As soon as he showed his head, the two Japanese in front of him made a buzzing sound, and he felt that their heads were getting bigger. He only saw the other side of the alley, like a locust, densely packed with thirty-four people, either leaning under the wall or lying on the ground.

But so many people didn't make any noise!

In the darkness, you can only see black figures clearly, with your eyes emitting a captivating light.

Especially the person in the head, his head was surprisingly big, his eyes were filled with green light, and his snow-white teeth reflected light in the darkness, like an old wolf with his teeth bared!

In just one ten thousandth of a second, the Japanese sighed secretly, and the M3 submachine gun that they were holding had to pull the trigger.

But it's too late!

The moment they showed their heads, Li Yunlong's muffle gun was the first to fire.

The soldiers of the Second Battalion behind him also followed closely and pulled the trigger.

Crackling!

Dozens of guns fired together, illuminating the narrow alleyway!

In an instant, the Japanese devils from the two special forces teams who led the lead were beaten into sieves, and the other Japanese devil who followed him escaped the disaster because they did not have time to show up.

Even so, his arm was penetrated by a bullet and drooped weakly.

However, this Japanese devil is worthy of being specially trained and reacts almost instantly. Although he didn't see the situation behind the alley, he could tell with his butt that there were probably many Tujiao Route Army behind him.

He made a quick decision, took off the grenade hanging on his body, bit the pull-up ring, knocked it on the gun and raised his hand and threw it out.

Bang!

A bullet whizzed past and instantly pierced his helmet and head!

boom!

The fires soared into the sky, and the grenades blew up the Japanese corpses!

Under the wall, Li Yunlong pulled the soil on his head and looked around for a few glances. He couldn't find the person who shot, but he knew that the shooting skills were so accurate, and it was probably the sharpshooter Wang Xikui!

Shen Quan was overjoyed when he saw the Japanese devils in three special forces killed one after another.

Previously, he led a battalion but did not kill a few Japanese devils, but now the three Japanese devils are taken down without a single soldier. They cannot help but admire Li Yunlong in their hearts.

Shen Quan hurriedly picked up two M3 submachine guns and handed them to Li Yunlong.

Li Yunlong pinned the wrench gun to his waist, took the submachine gun, then waved his hand to the soldiers, and quickly moved his position.

Because the sound of ghost guns here alerted the Japanese, it was impossible to come again. Even if they came, they would bombard them with grenades.

As expected, as soon as Li Yunlong and his friends moved their front legs, a few grenades threw over and knocked down a large piece of earth wall.

Wang Xikui on the roof licked the thumb of his right hand again, and the Type 79 sniper rifle in his hand fired again, killing a little Japanese who threw the grenade.

However, his position was exposed, attracting the Japanese to concentrate on fire.

Bullets hit the roof, and sparks splashed.

Wang Xikui hurriedly hurriedly hurriedly moved the position quietly.

Zhang Dabiao was responsible for covering Wang Xikui, placing the muzzle of the Type 56 squad machine gun on the roof, and shooting randomly.

It was not until Wang Xikui moved to another roof that Zhang Dabiao gave up, and then followed him and came behind Wang Xikui.

He knew that his machine gun was completely inferior to Wang Xikui's sniper rifle in the dark, especially the Japanese, who were in groups of three or two, and were hit by a dark bunker. The machine gun could only play a temporary role in suppression.

Therefore, he could only temporarily become Wang Xikui's bodyguard, holding a machine gun in one hand, staring straight at the back, fearing that the Japanese would touch it.

Wang Chengzhu was carrying a rocket launcher and running in the alley, chasing Zhang Dabiao and the other two. He was so bulky that he was not flexible at all, but carrying a rocket launcher further restricted his flexibility.

He wanted to run to the roof several times, but they all ended in failure.

This time, he finally saw a short wall climbing up the roof along the wall.

Wang Chengzhu carried the rocket launcher and came to Zhang Dabiao and Wang Xikui in a daze. He was secretly happy and wanted to load rockets on the rocket launcher and prepare to shoot the Japanese who showed their heads.
Chapter completed!
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