Pa! Pa! Pa! — —
Hum! Hum! Hum! — —
The messy footsteps and the sound of tracks on the road were getting closer. With the previous siren as a guide, dozens of Japanese soldiers with Type 38 rifles and two Type 89 medium tanks quickly headed towards the small building where Lu Jianxiong and the others were hiding. Shi,
Inside the small building, Lu Jianxiong leaned against a defensive sandbag and sat down. He pulled out the bolt of his gun and rummaged through his pocket. When he took it out, there was only one bullet left in his hand. Suddenly, someone touched his shoulder from behind. He turned his head and saw a small hand covered in dust. There were a few bullets lying quietly in the small hand.
Lu Jianxiong blinked his eyes and looked up at Little Bean. He reached out and took the bullet in his hand.
Little Bean walked in with two long bullet belts on his back. He glanced at Lu Jianxiong, sat quietly beside him, and carefully pulled out the bullets one by one.
Lu Jianxiong turned his head to look at him again, then turned to the other side. One by one, the brothers walked in with guns, grenades, and other things, but they didn't see a "straight". Their eyes darkened, then they regained their calmness and silently loaded the bullets into their gun clips.
The Japanese reinforcements were getting closer and closer. At the intersection, a machine gun that looked like a broken light tank suddenly fired a series of bullets, trying to stop these reinforcements.
Boom! Boom!
The two Japanese tanks each fired two artillery shells, which hit the light tank directly. With two loud bangs, the light tank was really scrapped this time. Then, a man wearing a tank helmet and goggles fell out of the tank, his whole body smoking and on fire.
A Japanese soldier next to him saw the Shina soldier who fell out of the tank. The corners of his mouth rose with a hint of a grin. He raised the gun in his hand and aimed at the soldier's leg. He was about to pull the trigger.
Bang! — —
A gunshot sounded like a cannon. The Japanese soldier was stunned. He thought to himself, "Who the f * ck is snatching business from me? Why is it so loud? Was it shot by a cannon? "
Then he looked at the Shina soldier sitting on the ground in front of him, patting off the sparks on his body. He was stunned again. He thought to himself, "Who is this? His marksmanship is too f * cking bad. He can't even hit at such a close range. How dare he come out to fight?"
Bang! — —
Just as he was thinking, another gunshot exploded in his ear. He saw the tank next to him shake, and there seemed to be a few muffled groans coming from the tank. Then the tank stopped moving.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! — — "
"Hide! Get down!"
"The tank is broken!"
"Where is the enemy?"
The Japanese soldier could no longer care about the Chinaman in front of him. Just as he was about to run to hide under the tank with his gun in his hand, he suddenly saw a young man standing on the top floor of a dilapidated house. This young man was holding a black spear that he had never seen before.
"Over there, the enemy is on the roof. There's a branch over there … "
Seeing the enemy's position, the Japanese soldier's face lit up. He hurriedly stretched out his hand and pointed at the young man's position, loudly wanting to tell his comrades the enemy's position. Suddenly, the Japanese soldier's voice stopped. Because he saw the young man's hand shake. The black spear that originally appeared in his hand was no longer there. Instead, it was replaced by a more ferocious weapon that was wrapped with ammunition. This weapon reminded him of their heavy weapon, the Type 92 heavy machine gun, but this machine gun seemed to be more terrifying.
Then. He saw the true power of this machine gun!
Da da da da da! Da da da da da! — —
Bullets sprayed out from the muzzle like raindrops. The muzzle was like a fire snake dancing in the air. The dazzling flames were like the scythe of the god of death, mercilessly harvesting the Japanese soldiers on the ground who did not have time to hide.
For a moment, the sound of gunfire was heard, and mournful wails were heard.
What's going on?
Lu Jianxiong, who was hiding in the building, heard the gunfire outside. He hurriedly poked his head out to take a look. His eyes that were originally filled with despair could not help but widen. His face that was blackened by the gunfire was filled with an indescribable expression.
The other soldiers hiding in the small building also saw what Lu Jianxiong saw. They originally thought they were going to die, but when they saw the young man standing on the roof holding a heavy machine gun that they had never seen before like a god of war, the expression on their faces was not much different from Lu Jianxiong's.
"Platoon leader … Who is he?" Closest to Lu Jianxiong, the oldest in the team, Li Shui, also saw the young man outside reaping the lives of the Japanese soldiers. He looked at Lu Jianxiong as if he had seen a ghost.
Lu Jianxiong carefully identified the young man. He searched his mind for people that corresponded to him, but found that no one could match this young man.
"I don't care who he is. Brothers, attack!" If he couldn't match, then so be it. In Lu Jianxiong's opinion, no matter who he was, as long as he was here to help them fight the Japanese soldiers, even if he was "Balu" (Harmony, God Harmony is too powerful now. Everyone understands, please forgive me), he would still welcome him with open arms. With a loud shout, he raised the gun in his hand, looked for the Japanese soldiers hiding in the corner, and started killing them one by one.
Bang! Bang! Bang! — —
Boom! Boom! Boom! — —
With the sound of gunfire and the sound of grenades, the Japanese soldiers fell one by one, and the battle soon came to an end. After the last Japanese soldier was shot in the chest and fell, this small battlefield in Nanjing finally ended with a score of zero to ten.
Looking at the corpses of the Japanese soldiers lying on the street below, Lu Jianxiong still could not believe it. He did not expect that the outcome that he thought was certain to die would suddenly be reversed. Lu Jianxiong could not help but sigh at the impermanence of the world.
He raised his head and looked at the roof of the small building where the young man had suddenly appeared, but he found that he was no longer there. Lu Jianxiong was shocked. He stood up abruptly and looked around.
The next moment, he saw that the young man had gone downstairs, and the heavy machine gun was nowhere to be seen. He was empty-handed, and walked slowly on the street full of ruins and corpses towards them.
If it was not for the ruins and corpses on the ground, they would probably think of him as a passerby taking a walk on a spring day.
Seeing the young man walking towards him, Lu Jianxiong pursed his chapped lips, thought for a moment, and walked down the stairs with his gun.
When Lu Jianxiong walked to the door, he saw the young man walking over. Lu Jianxiong blinked his eyes and suddenly saluted the young man. "Deputy Platoon Commander, Second Platoon, Third Company, Second Battalion, 36th Division, Third Regiment, Second Platoon, Deputy Platoon Commander, Lu Jianxiong!"
Looking at Lu Jianxiong's serious face as he introduced himself, Ye Xuan smiled and said, "Ye Xuan, an ordinary citizen of Huaxia!"
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