Chapter 942: casualties

Da da da ..., the metal bullet chain kept beating, and the M1919A6 light machine gun was spitting tongues of fire happily. ‘Old machine gun’ climbed up a wall and fiercely attacked enemies just ten or twenty meters away with 30 bullets.
"Someone is on the roof on the left."
"Kill that fire point."
"Medical paramedics, someone is injured. I need paramedics."
Narrow dirt-walled streets were busy, and a dozen US soldiers were yelling. Several people dragged the wounded to hide behind the wall, while others hid behind a tank and grabbed the phone at the rear of the tank to indicate the target to the turret.
The 76mm gun of the M4A3E8 is turning fast, and the turret of this thing can make a circle in ten seconds, which is truly a marvel.
With a bang, Zhou Qingfeng squatted behind a wall, took off the safety ring of a grenade, and threw it out gently. Four seconds later, the opposite tank exploded in front of the tank. There was no tank fart, but it temporarily blocked the sight.
The originally ambush street was turning into a big trap. Zhou Qingfeng knew that if several people did not evacuate immediately within half a minute, the Americans would come out from behind him and punch his ass.
"'Old machine gun', come down! We are going to withdraw." Zhou Qingfeng shouted at his companion on the low roof for a few seconds, obscured by the sight of the tank. At the same time, he shouted to his companion on the other side: "The anti-tank group, throw the explosives bag to Lao Tzu."
It is said that it is safer for Zhou Qingfeng to drop the dynamite pack if the guns are raining. But if he loses his fierce and precise firepower suppression, I am afraid that the sharp knife class will be killed half by a large number of enemies at once. The deputy squad leader was absent, and no one was under command pressure for him on the chaotic battlefield.
Just a few meters away, there were several walls in the middle, and three people from the anti-tank group rushed up with explosives. But there are actually building debris covering them. They can't see where the tank is? I can only estimate the distance to lose the explosive pack.
Zhou Qingfeng didn't dare to jump around to see where the tank was? Because ... a grenade burst and blasted the corner of the wall where he was.
"Ah ..., his egg, my legs!" Zhou Qingfeng finally emerged from the broken bricks and shattered, and saw that the tank was crunching almost in front of him. Seeing that he was going to be crushed to death, he used both hands to pry open the sundries on his body so that he could take the milk and drag him away.
"An anti-tank team, you are all dead? I asked you to bomb the tank, but the tanks came to me."
Zhou Qingfeng was dragged out a few meters away, and he used a carbine to suppress the following US forces behind the tank, then jumped on one leg while running and bandaging himself with a triangle scarf. The enemy was just a few meters away, and he was still shouting and cursing.
In the dark night, the tank's vision was poor, but Zhou Qingfeng ducked away for a distance. Not long after, the anti-tank group returned. But the enemy's tank is still jumping around. God knows where they lost their explosives?
"Squad leader, I did not complete the task." The leader of the group did not return. Only one member of the group appeared in front of Zhou Qingfeng with a crying face. "The leader is dead, the enemy's tank is still there. Shoot me."
"I shot you with a bird. If you can't win, you will run with Lao Tzu." Zhou Qingfeng stopped the blood in his thigh, and fled with his men. It wasn't as easy as he thought to fight the tank. The black light was littered with explosives, and he was lucky not to kill himself.
"Old machine gun" don't know where it went? The anti-tank group did not know if it was dead or alive? But US soldiers and tanks are approaching. There seemed to be enemies everywhere, and the street fighting at close range was so cruel.
Zhou Qingfeng and his two soldiers wanted to find an empty breakout, but before walking out twenty meters, they hit a wall in front of them and showed a 'Sherman'. The enemy tank suddenly knocked down a house, the body was sideways, and the turret pointed at them.
The enemy's captain stood on the turret in order to get good sight. When he saw Zhou Qingfeng and others coming out, he shouted, "Fire!"
Although wearing U.S. military uniforms, the U.S. military is not as small as ‘Dou Ding’. The gunner of this sudden tank fired immediately!
With a loud bang, Zhou Qingfeng had to use ‘excellent alertness’ to escape. But the close-range attack did not trigger his passive skills, but a burst of smoke and gas waves rushed over and knocked him to the ground.
The violent shock wave was like a high-speed locomotive that hurled Zhou Qingfeng, who was standing in front of it, and flew off the ground. When he raised his body with a scream, he saw the blasting tank on the opposite side, the barrel of which was twisted like a metal twist.
"Squad leader, did he blew himself up?" The panting ‘Dou Ding’ hid behind Zhou Qingfeng and received a much smaller impact. After falling to the ground, he recovered faster than Zhou Qingfeng.
"I did it." Zhou Qingfeng was vomiting blood when he spoke, but this did not prevent the carbine in his hand from firing fast, and the American tank soldiers who escaped the turret were killed one by one. "I went to steal something last night and gave several Grenade wrapped in rags was inserted into the barrel of an American tank. "
Hmm ..., this is really the style of Uncle Zhou, who tries every means to pit people. Last night he thought about 'Molotov Cocktail', but 'Cocktail' was too unreliable. In the end, he figured out the idea to put a grenade in the barrel.
Generally, the tank soldiers clean up the gun chamber after the war. Naturally, the gun chamber is defaulted to be clean before the war. However, once the gun is fired ~ EbookFREE.me ~ this is equivalent to making a tank lose its combat power, but Zhou Qingfeng is not happy. The power of the blast chamber made him suffer a lot, and he is still vomiting blood.
"Squad leader, how are you?" Asked Doudou.
"It won't die at 1:30." Zhou Qingfeng now feels his lungs burning with every breath, but he has killed a lot of people. "Killing Qiran" has greatly improved his physical fitness, and the healing effect will be ten. He repaired his injuries within minutes.
But when Zhou Qingfeng wanted to hide, a regular machine gun sounded not far away. Following the yelling of the U.S. military again, he urged for help.
"It's 'old machine gun'." The best machine gun gun used by the sharp knife class was the usually dumb big brother. Zhou Qingfeng heard the creaking track again. "It's the tank that just bombed Lao Tzu. We have to go. Help, otherwise the 'old machine gun' is dead. "
"Squad leader, you are injured. Let me fight the tank this time?"
"You hit a ghost, how far can you throw a five-kilogram dynamite pack?" Zhou Qingfeng had the dynamite pack on his body. He untied a capacity test and immediately spit it out. Really don't say ..., he was very injured, breathing was difficult, and he was hung up for another person.
"Squad leader, please let me. I just do n’t want this life, and I want to blow up the tank." Douding also carried a five-kilogram explosive package on his body, and he looked at it with absolute determination. Zhou Qingfeng.
"You stand by me. I never let myself go to death." Zhou Qingfeng set aside Douding.
But on this battlefield where the fire is raging and the bullets are raining, the ‘Dou Ding’, which always laughs, is just as explosive as gunpowder. He shouted angrily: "Squad leader, you can't look down on me like that! I'll blow up a tank and show it to you. I'm also a man with eggs."
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