The two rookies who felt bad were ready to escape at all costs. They didn't even want this crooked light machine gun at that time, and they didn't care about the one they took away.

But even so, it's still a little too late.

The two rookies who had been lying on the snow before, one person was responsible for shooting and the other person was responsible for loading bullets, had just stood up from the ground.

The 107mm caliber mortar landed quite accurately on their left side, several meters away.

Under the huge shock wave generated by the explosion, Amu was blown away at that time, and at the same time, he immediately felt a severe pain in many positions on his left thigh, waist, arms, etc.

There is no doubt that these positions should have been hit by splashed shrapnel or scratched.

But in this case, Amu's face showed a very gratifying expression.

He was almost dead, and he still had this expression. It was not that Amu, a rookie, had a problem with his head, but that he knew something clearly:

I'm dying and finally I can get rid of it.

Damn! This is not because I took the initiative to seek death, but because I really want to die in battle. Is it a different concept?

Then what he next needs to ask the rookie behind the scenes to take over the damn crooked light machine gun and continue to fight the soldiers.

As for how difficult and depressed the other party is then, he will not be able to control it.

After all, he is going to die now, right?

At this moment, Amu even thought about how to operate it later so that the commander behind the scenes would take on such a crooked light machine gun in great depression.

It was like how he resisted the cursing in his heart and took over this thing in the position of the third institute.

The problem is that plans cannot keep up with changes.

After Amu fell heavily to the ground, he endured a huge suffocation in his chest and the severe pain in many injured positions, and looked at the commander behind the scenes.

After seeing the commander behind the scenes clearly, he was about to be autistic at that time.

I immediately said in my mouth and cursed with some angriness: "Damn~ Why don't you follow the routine? Why am I just memorizing this?"

The reason why Amu is so angry now is that he can see it in his sight:

The commander behind him who had high hopes or was about to take over was now falling to a position about six or seven meters away from him, and he lay there motionlessly.

The commander behind the scenes did not seem to have any obvious wounds, but his head was now twisted to a 180-degree angle.

The eyes can now see the extent of his back, which means that this guy is dead.

What's even more heartbreaking is that the next family in Amu planned to think of something before he died, but there was a huge sense of ease on his face anyway.

Maybe I thought of it, I finally didn't have to take over that damn crooked light machine gun.

And at a slightly further position, the Japanese slug light machine gun was just overturned under the shock wave of the explosion, and it seemed that there was no actual damage at all.

I don't know why this thing is so strong.

"Damn~ Everyone knows that the craftsman spirit of the Japanese is actually a mess, but why is this thing so strong and not broken?"

In the end, Amu scolded this.

Then he was about to stand up and continue jogging towards the crooked machine gun.

As a result, he stood up and fell to the ground.

In the time of my hand, I could only climb all the way on the ground; I was about to climb to the crooked light machine gun, and then help it up and continue to fire.

Otherwise? He isn't dead yet.

Before he died, he had no way to convince himself that he could be fine.

In this way, among the ten rookies summoned this time, Amu, who is currently only one of the two, began to fight again.

The soldiers who thought that this firepower point had been eliminated and thus rushed up were directly released to the ground one by one.

The number of opponents he killed continued to rise.

"18, 19...22, 23~" Finally, it was time to kill 23 times.

There were obviously a few bullets in this thing that had not been finished, but Amu even lost the power to pull the trigger. He fell on this crooked light machine gun and entered the moment of his death.

In this way, here on the small hill position.

In addition to the two air defense equipment Lao Hei and Bai Xiang and others, the only people who were used to block the attack of hundreds of soldiers were Zhui Feng, Qing Tian and Tiedan.

At a slightly further position, the three of them were under tremendous pressure.

Almost at the fastest time, after finishing the bullets of the Type 50 submachine gun in his hand, Zhuifeng was still thinking about changing the drum.

But when he saw the red barrel, it was almost deformed now, Zhuifeng could only throw away this thing, pick up an M3 at hand and continue firing.

At the same time, he had no extra time at all. He was attracted by the situation of the air defense position in the small hill.
Chapter completed!