The Rise of the Scum of the Heavens

Riding the bike hard, and soon AT almost rode a distance of 1 km.

It's just after turning a big bend, thinking that the wind chaser can't see him, this little white-collar worker from the modern plane just carried the bicycle and ran towards the roadside.

There is absolutely no plan to go back to report the letter according to the instructions of Chasing the Wind.

Of course he knew that the matter of chasing the wind and reporting the letter was more important to the people behind.

But in the modern plane, in November this year, he will marry his girlfriend who has been in love for many years; the longing for a better life on his girlfriend's face has always been the biggest motivation for him to work hard.

Therefore, after figuring out the situation, he told himself that he must not die.

Even if Hu Biao and the others kept saying that they could be resurrected after the war, they still couldn't stop his strong desire to survive.

Therefore, his current plan is to find a place to hide, and then successfully survive such a mission; other battles and missions on the battlefield are too cruel for a little white-collar worker like him.

Two minutes later, he hid behind a big rock with his bicycle.

This place is quite hidden, and there is a very high chance that the devil will not be able to find his existence when he is in a hurry to hurry.

The problem is that after hiding here, AT's heart is very uncomfortable.

Perhaps when he turned around inadvertently, he saw the young boy who was younger than himself, the back figure who had no hesitation.

Such a scene had a great impact on him.

are you crazy?How stupid does this person have to be to choose one person to use the black gun to buy more time for everyone?Does he have no family, no lover?

"What! Did I get infected, and I actually wanted to be stupid again?" Finally, when the gunshots came, he scolded such a sentence in the mouth of the little white-collar worker, and ran out again carrying the bicycle.

Then, he stepped on the bicycle desperately, trying to win back the few minutes he had just delayed.

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The time, at 3:42 in the afternoon, was about 3 kilometers away from the brown Yanggou position all the way to the south.

Tighten the cable with iron wire, and carefully arrange another grenade mine.

The middle-aged warehouse manager, whose code name was changed to 'Hun Dharma God', wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and shouted to the bacon who was digging a hole not far away:

"Bacon, how many mines have we arranged?"

"There are about 360 bullet mines and a little more than 50 grenade mines." After thinking for a while, the shrewd man in the magic capital reported such a number.

Hearing this far exceeded his expectations, the middle-aged warehouse manager's face was suddenly full of surprises.

While thinking about it in my heart, I muttered in my mouth:

"At this rate, we will definitely be able to complete the minelaying task before it gets dark, and then we can get some warm dinner to eat when we go back; why not let Hu Biao try boiled compressed biscuits? I haven't eaten that stuff yet. Yes, I heard that it tastes good."

Thinking of this, the middle-aged warehouse manager's saliva all came out.

It's a pity that his eager expectations did not last for 30 seconds, and a bicycle was speeding on the road in the distance.

From a far away place, a voice with a crying voice came: "The devil is here, just a few kilometers behind; Chasing the wind left behind the black gun to buy time, he should not be able to come back~ "

As soon as he heard this, all expectations for dinner vanished in the middle-aged warehouse manager's head.

Like a madman, he danced and shouted:

"Everyone, speed up a little bit, and give me all the power to suckle. I can spread it as fast as I can; bury it until the devil's striker appears, and chasing the wind can't die in vain."

"Bacon, take this guy back to report, pay attention to the signs of mines on the road, don't waste our hard work~"

Bacon's mouth did not speak, but the action of nodding desperately expressed his thoughts.

Then, in place of the little white-collar AT position who had collapsed due to the short-term hard riding, he began to stare at the bicycle and galloped towards the brown Yanggou position.

Along the way, a branch was inserted every so far away, which was a mark that was made after the mine was buried, so as to prevent the mine-laying personnel from getting caught when they retreated.

And these marks will all be removed and taken away when the mine-laying personnel are evacuating...

At the same time, at a distance of less than 4 kilometers from the middle-aged warehouse manager.

A devil's chief, while frowning, tugged at a corpse on the ground with his toes; he turned the corpse that was lying on his back.

Then, he was able to reach this harasser with bullet holes all over his body, and his face was surprisingly young.

But that's how he felt. Since he came to this piece of land, he has not seen a younger resister more than once.

In this exotic land, there will always be such a young face taking up arms.

Perhaps, this is the biggest reason why they still can't conquer this place for such a long time, and they can't even see a specific deadline.

Later, he asked casually: "How about our casualties?"

"This guy's marksmanship is very poor, only one soldier got a little grazed arm from a bullet at close range; but he can run quite well, and we lost about 10 minutes in killing him."

After hearing such an answer, the Colonel issued an order:

"Yeah! It's just a negligible resistance. The team is ordered to move forward. In the future, if you encounter such a cold gun, don't worry about it, and directly cover it with machine guns and grenade launchers."

After he finished speaking, he walked towards his special car again.

In this regard, the team that stayed for about 10 minutes after the attack continued to move forward.

As for the corpse of Chasing the Wind, such a small obstacle for the advancers, dragged by a devil with a right leg, it was thrown into a ditch by the roadside like a tattered corpse.

I don't know if it was an illusion or not, the devil faintly discovered that the weak attacker who had died a long time ago seemed to have died with a smile on his face.

In another indescribable space, in the huge database of the system itself, there is a relatively negligible character:

Huaguo apprentice team, 1 person was reduced, and 30 people remained.

Chapter 45 Here Comes ([-])

Time, 4:02 pm.

According to the normal marching speed of the Guizi reinforcements, the vanguard of that wing has now officially arrived at the Brown Yanggou area.

Even the arrogant character developed by the devil's continuous victories in the frontal battlefield.

The forward troops will not wait for the large troops in the rear, as well as the fire support of the artillery squadrons, to attack directly.

But when 31 rookies from the modern plane miraculously arrived in this world, everything changed.

At this moment, on one of the hilltops of the main position of Brown Yanggou, in the defensive position belonging to the third district team, the overall atmosphere seemed very relaxed.

Yes, that's right, they're not nervous at all now.

The main problem is that Hu Biao and a few netizens who stayed here found that the construction of the fortifications was very smooth.

All this, thanks to the help of the county team and the other three district teams.

They each dispatched a dozen or so people, with the tools they brought, under the command of Yang Dongli, they were busy with their hands and feet.

As far as the tactical level is concerned, Hu Biao and his group of mouth cannons randomly pull out one of them, which is like a crushing effect in front of these farmers.

But when it comes to building fortifications, the situation is completely reversed.

For the soldiers of the local army, this kind of work with the soil is what they, the farmers, are best at.

In short, under the guidance of Yang Dongli, a fortification with anti-artillery holes, traffic trenches, multiple preset machine gun fire points, observation posts, knockdown positions, and second-line backup positions is being formed rapidly.

According to Yang Dongli's optimistic estimate, the entire hilltop position will be almost the same in two hours.

Of course, this also has a lot to do with the Type 70 infantry gun with only a [-]mm caliber in the hands of the devil, this kind of small-caliber artillery like a small smashing gun.

Because in this way, the overall firmness and standard of the fortifications can be lowered for a while.

Therefore, after seeing such a scene, the netizens who stayed in the position naturally have some confidence, and they can be in the mood to be busy with other things at hand...

In a newly built machine gun position, the original sin of Xiaopingtou is training his deputy shooter, a buddy codenamed 'Qingtian', that is, the little chef.

The main thing is the serious name of the 'Taisho [-] light machine gun', which uses a strange way of feeding.

When firing, there is no dedicated sub-shooter on the side to reload the bullet and oil the bullet at the same time; the main shooter, that is, the original sin, uses the method of burst shooting, and it will stop the fire after a few shivering efforts.

Either the bullets are out and need to be refilled for reloading; or the bullets are stuck and cannot continue to fire.

Anyway, no matter what happens, it's not a good thing.

And the deputy shooter 'Qingtian' personally selected by the original sin, introduced himself in the modern plane as a small owner and part-time chef of a fast food restaurant.

In the gap between cooking, I just played a game while squatting in the pit, and I ended up here.

Therefore, he is also a little more decently dressed among the new netizens. He can basically warm up by wearing a sweater contributed by the original sin.

But that's exactly what the fast food restaurant owner needs to train, of course, more than the above.

When Qingtian personally operated it a few times, it was considered that after he had learned how to cooperate with loading and ammunition, Hu Biao could hear Xiaopingtou's shouting with the smell of Northeast big ballast, which was continuously transmitted to his ears:

"It is said that the grenade operated by the veterans is very accurate, and our crooked handle is definitely the focus of attention; so if you hit a shuttle of bullets, you need to transfer quickly.

Remember to keep your eyes brighter later, and keep up with me when you see me running, I don't want to keep changing sub-shooters. "

"Also, you can't change the barrel of a broken machine gun like a devil. If the barrel becomes red, you can only think of some earthly solutions, such as pouring a little cold water or something.

So remember to fill the two kettles that were just distributed to you in advance. "

Needless to say, Xiaopingtou, the northeastern buddy, has arranged the heavy firepower of the netizens quite clearly.

As for why Original Sin, a veteran of the PLA, the leader of the fire support team last time, why didn't he continue to play such an important role this time.

It is estimated that the last experience has brought him a big shadow in his heart, and this time he simply asked to become a machine gunner.

Even he himself knows that the unfortunate profession of machine gunner is often the main target of opponents on the battlefield, and it is regarded as the fastest group of people...

In the sound of 'click~', a flash of light shone.

It was a swordsman brother with an 'Olympic brand' antique camera, and he quickly pressed the shutter on several soldiers of the county brigade who were busy and sweaty in the middle of the winter afternoon.

well!This time, the little brother of the swordsman was still taken care of.

Even though this little brother patted his chest hard to ensure that his body was recovering well, he was still arranged to be Hu Biao's adjutant.

Specifically, it is the kind of running errands for Hu Biao when he has something, and doing whatever he wants when he has nothing to do.

By the way, I will count various data and manage spare ammunition, food, medicine and other materials.

And recently, even the trainee commander, Hu Biao, was dangling around with his hands, so it was obvious that he was an adjutant.

So when I was idle and bored, this guy picked up the loot that was distributed last time and started shooting around.

You know, he bought some old models of film on a treasure, and brought them over very smoothly, enough for him to shoot for a long time.