The blood of the Anti-Japanese War stained the mountains and rivers

The third company commander urged loudly, and the brothers ran out of breath and went straight to the place of the explosion.

"puff--"

As soon as they turned a street corner, there was a flash of gunfire on the roof opposite, and a brother who rushed out was thrown away by the bullet belt that passed through his body at high speed.

The sniper team of the Devil's Skull special team had already occupied the high place on the roof. Seeing a group of Chinese officers and soldiers rushing out from the corner of the street, they hurriedly opened fire.

"Pfft-"

The two brothers in succession ran too fast and didn't stop. The bullets roared one after another. They were stunned, blood spattered, and fell into the darkness.

Seeing that the brother in front had been pierced by bullets and fell to the ground, the third company commander rolled over to avoid the bullets passing by his body, and broke out in a cold sweat.

"There are devils, fight!"

The third company commander scrambled to the foot of a wall, pulled out the pistol on his waist, and fired at the roof in the distance.

Although many of the brothers in the third company were recruits, they were also mixed with some veterans. The veterans reacted the fastest, and immediately dispersed to find concealment and fight back.

At such a short time, several new recruits were shot by the devil's sniper team, and fell to the ground, bleeding.

"A row, go around and kill them for me!"

Seeing how many of his brothers fell in an instant, the third company commander's eyes turned red, he didn't realize that he had encountered a strong opponent.

"A row, follow me!"

The leader of the first platoon was a tall, skinny man. He waved his hands angrily, and led a platoon of brothers to turn around and sneak into the dark alley next to him.

Suddenly there was a bean-popping gunshot outside, causing the skeleton special forces in the yard to load their bullets one after another, and turned their eyes to their chief Makino Kanan.

Shao Zuo Makino Kanan hadn't calmed down the anger in his chest, seeing that another Chinese army hit the muzzle, a fierce murderous look appeared on his face.

"Counterattack! Destroy them!"

Makino Kanan was requested by his friend Shao Zuo Qingchuan to support these ambush troops. Now these ambush troops have been completely lost. Before he fought, the elite special forces were killed and seriously injured five. How did this make him Can swallow this breath.

Makino Kanan pressed his hands outward, and the skeleton special forces in the yard, like agile cheetahs, jumped out in the direction of the exchange of fire under the cover of the ruins and darkness.

Although the brothers of the third company of the guerrilla who came to support them fought back with thunder and clatter, the devil's sniper team hid in a high place. Instead, they folded several more people and were beaten, which made the commander of the third company feel aggrieved.

The devil's two sniper teams both used Type 2.5 sniper rifles, which were equipped with a [-]x scope and a monopod. They used the scope to attack the moving guerrilla officers and soldiers, and their lethality was astonishing.

There are not many snipers in the devil's main division, and generally old devils with relatively accurate shooting act as temporary sniper missions on the battlefield.

But in Makino Kanan's skeleton special team, snipers are standard equipment. Although the Type [-] sniper rifle improved from the Type [-] sniper rifle is only an added scope and some minor changes.

But in the face of those Chinese soldiers who have not undergone strict military training and have been pulled into the battlefield, the devil's snipers are like nightmares.

As long as they carry enough ammunition, the ghost soldiers of the two sniper teams can shoot and kill more than one company of Chinese officers and soldiers without any hassle.

Now the devil's snipers are condescendingly suppressing the officers and soldiers of the third company, while the devil's assault soldiers are using the ruins and the cover of darkness to quickly approach the brothers of the third company.

Before the platoon in charge of flanking outflanked out of the dark alley, they bumped into a combat team of the Devil Skeleton Special Team head-on.

The combat team of this skeleton special team walked silently against the wall, so that the officers and soldiers in the row discovered it when they reached the front of the row.

Compared with the devil's tactical literacy, many of these guerrilla officers and soldiers who have just given out their hoes are no opponents. Before they can identify whether the opponent is an enemy or a friend, the opponent's grenade has already flown over.

"Boom boom boom—"

The dazzling explosion illuminated the alley red, the orange flames were churning with the gunpowder smoke, and the viscous blood was flying with the screams.

The skinny platoon leader who led the team felt that he flew up lightly, as if his whole body fell apart, and then landed heavily, and the whole world fell into darkness.

Before the smoke of the explosion cleared away, the devil combat team wearing skull helmets jumped up. The muffled gunshots were mixed with screams. A platoon of guerrilla officers and soldiers almost fell into a pool of blood without any resistance.

The Devils and Skeletons Special Forces are all carefully selected elite veterans. They are not only powerful in daytime combat, but also powerful in night combat.

At this moment, their combat team was quickly using the houses and ruins to encircle the three companies of the guerrillas who had been reinforced.

"Company Commander, something is wrong, this devil is a bit evil."

The second platoon leader saw that his brother was shot in the head as soon as he raised his hand from the bunker, and several of them rolled over to the third company commander, shouting loudly.

The third company commander also discovered the tyrannical firepower and tough style of this little devil, and they actually killed him head-on.

"Company...company commander, the devils are coming up from behind, the row is over."

A skirmisher who was placed at the back stumbled over, and as soon as he finished shouting, he was shot in the face, and a fountain of blood sprayed out from the back of his head.

"Withdraw, withdraw!"

The third company commander's complexion changed wildly. He also felt that this little devil was a bit evil, and he didn't care that he was here for reinforcements, so he hurriedly led his brothers back and forth.

Body 9 Chapter Eleven Heavy Loss

The swishing bullets tore the night into rags with clearly visible bullet marks, and the sharp bullets penetrated the bodies of the retreating guerrilla brothers, splashing blood one after another.

"Little devil, I honor your ancestor!"

The third company commander scrambled and scrambled while withdrawing and cursing, turning his head and shooting from time to time, blood gurgling from his dusty face, which was scratched by fragments of the grenade.

The brothers were all panting and running, but the whizzing bullets kept hitting the flesh and making a dull sound. Many brothers fell to the ground as they ran, unable to get up again.

Guerrilla Sanlian and the skeleton special team led by Makino Kanan were beaten to pieces after just one encounter, and had to flee for their lives in embarrassment.

Behind the Sanlian brothers, silent black figures clung to them like ghosts. These little devils were terrifyingly precise with their marksmanship, and a scream could always be heard with every gunshot.

"Boom!"

One after another grenade was thrown towards the back by the brothers with all their strength, and a large piece of rubble and tiles were set off in the brilliant flame of the explosion, but it could not stop the devil behind him from catching up.

The ghosts of the Skeleton Special Forces are all elite veterans, and they attack fiercely. At this moment, in their eyes, the guerrilla officers and soldiers who are scrambling and fleeing are like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, so weak and powerless.

Most of the officers and soldiers of the [-]rd Guerrilla Company were newly recruited recruits. The short time they served as soldiers was negligible, but they did not expect to encounter such a powerful opponent in their first battle.

"Squad [-], Class [-] stay with me to block!"

Seeing the brothers being shot by the devil one by one, the devil behind him was rushing up quickly, the third company commander, whose face was covered in blood and panting heavily, rolled and hid behind a broken wall, and the bullets flew over , smoke and dust splashed everywhere.

"Company commander, you go, I'll stay!"

The second platoon leader also hastily put his feet back and rolled to the side of the third company commander, and threw a grenade out.

"I ordered you to bring the brothers back alive, remember to avenge me!"

The third company commander pushed the second platoon leader away, loaded the bullet with a splash, and fired a shot at the black shadows leaping forward in the ruins.