The Rise of the Scum of the Heavens

A devil with about half of the squadron's strength was slowly pressing on the third battalion on the left wing.

Under the suppression of the devil's precise marksmanship and the veteran's skillful grenade firepower, one firepower point after another on the three battalion positions was extinguished by the devil.

Although it is said that after every heavy machine gunner was killed or injured, someone was immediately replaced, maintaining these few heavy firepower points.

But after a little longer, the third battalion has the posture of being pressed and fighting.

Fortunately, after all the devils in front of him were wiped out, except for the mortar operated by Bacon, they were still chasing the remaining heavy machine guns and greeting them.

Under Hu Biao's order, the rest of the people had already adjusted their guns and opened fire on the devil's flank.

When the middle-aged warehouse manager, Xi Ling, Hu Biao, Jason and other good players joined the ranks of snipers one after another.

One after another, the devil's machine gunners and grenade operators, or valuable targets such as the leading sergeant, were quickly brought down to the ground by them, which disrupted the devil's command and tactics in an instant.

Especially the Min 24 heavy machine gun operated by Yuan Sin, after emergency adjustments.

The powerful firepower immediately caused heavy casualties to the devil's squadron; after dropping hundreds of corpses, seeing that nothing could be done, they finally retreated slowly under the leadership of a captain.

Seeing this, the devils on the entire offensive front also retreated at random.

Even in other directions, those previously indomitable Devil Tanks raised the throttle to the maximum level, and they ran farther than the infantry.

For the soldiers of the 403 regiment, this was the easiest battle they had ever fought.

Of course, they also know that the reason why they can do this is that the eye-catching performance of the supplementary battalion of the salient position plays a key role.

Immediately, huge cheers sounded in Luodian's position, when the cheers of "The supplementary camp is really good" and "the men of the supplementary camp are awesome" were faintly heard.

Not only all the netizens looked bright, but even the indigenous people raised their chests unconsciously.

A thing called self-confidence appeared on the faces of these original cannon fodders.

The only pity is that the ground is full of corpses of devils, and there are scattered weapons and equipment that represent small money, but the supplementary battalion does not even have a chance to clean the battlefield.

In other words, Hu Biao originally had such a plan.

But he just took the lead and turned over a parapet, and a huge sense of crisis rose in his heart.

Instinctively, after Hu Biao tightened the muscles of his body, he rolled around in an embarrassment on the spot, and smeared the stinky mud on the body he just killed.

But it was worth the mud, because in the blink of an eye, a bullet hit the chest wall he was just standing on, shooting a sparkling hole.

After crawling and hiding in a sandbag, Hu Biao, who was so angry, immediately roared in series:

"Retract them all for me, and no one should pick up those trophies, they don't want anything; for such a little thing, it's not worth it to die for a few people."

Under such an order, netizens who were originally planning to lick their bags with enthusiasm shrank their heads one after another.

Then, Hu Biao scolded again in a rage:

"Hun Dharma God, bacon, did you both grow up on plain rice, kill the grandson who shot the black gun for me; don't be afraid of wasting artillery shells, I can't do anything about it."

After hearing the words, the two men from the Demon Capital immediately cursed back at Hu Biao.

However, the scolding in the mouth, the scolding in the hand, did not stop.

The weapons currently used by Guizi's precision shooters are still the standard rifles of the [-] Dagai, so the muzzle flames fired at night are very obvious, exposing the previous shooting position.

"Little red guy, tell you kid not to be afraid of wasting shells."

At the same time that Bacon muttered and cursed, he quickly adjusted the muzzle of the mortar, and centered on the position of the muzzle flash in his memory, a three-shot rapid fire came directly.

In an instant, the splashing shrapnel and the shock wave of the explosion raged in that area.

The sharpshooter who shot Hu Biao, although he moved his position after the attack, unfortunately couldn't run very far in a short period of time, and was still forced out under the coverage of such firepower.

At the moment of exposure, the middle-aged warehouse manager pulled the trigger decisively.

Almost at the moment when the gunshots sounded, under the light of the burning tank fire not far away, and the dark shadow looming in the bright moonlight, it fell to the ground.

It means that without any prior communication, the bacon and the Huns made a perfect match.

During the period, whether it was the mortar of the bacon, or the sniper rifle of the Huns, the accuracy was quite excellent.

At the same time, the rest of the team and a group of new rookie netizens have made significant progress in all aspects after experiencing another actual battle.

Sure enough, the battlefield is the best teacher. If you fight a few more battles on the battlefield, the effect is better and better than any training ground.

Hu Biao was very pleased with everyone's growth.

Even the depression from being stunned just now dissipated quickly.

The premise is that the bacon guy doesn't block him at such a beautiful moment. At such a moment, the bacon comes out:

"Old Hu, I told you in advance that there are only 19 mortar shells left, and the next battle will not be enough."

"What! How can you use it so quickly, boy?" Hu Biao cursed.

But he also knows that good gunners, especially in the current situation without various auxiliary aiming instruments, are also piled up with artillery shells.

So, I can only continue to exchange while holding my nose...

Victory in the first battle is of course a very happy thing; but Hu Biao is not a rookie for the first time on the battlefield, and he knows that now is far from the time to be happy.

Hurry up and prepare for the next battle. God knows when the devil's next attack will start.

After giving up the dangerous operation of cleaning the battlefield, he and others began to reinforce the fortifications.

At the same time, An Tusheng and Hei TCM also had more time to let people use flashlights to deal with the wounded in a little more detail.

In the battle just now, two people were killed and three people were seriously injured, so it's too lazy to count the minor injuries.

Under the current circumstances, as long as the battle can continue, it is not a big deal.

The two people who died in the battle were all indigenous people, and two of the three seriously injured were netizens summoned by Hyundai. One of them was shot in the stomach while shooting with a submachine gun.

After the examination, it should have penetrated the intestines. If you want this buddy to live longer with such an injury, you really need the two military doctors to work hard.

So, after the buddy was hit with a morphine, the two got busy under the flashlight.

An Tusheng, who was used to seeing these scenes, was better. When the poor black Chinese doctor saw the bloody condition at close range, his chest and abdomen violently turned violently.

Fortunately, the anti-tank weapons that suddenly appeared on the battlefield made the devils a little unsure.

For more than an hour that followed, the devil's side was unusually quiet.

In such a situation, Hu Biao didn't know that the three-battalion commander's 2-hour deadline was up until a messenger trotted all the way into the salient position from the third battalion's position at the back.

Unfortunately, the messenger said apologetically:

"Captain Hu, there is a problem with the reinforcements of the 11th Division, and other support troops may not arrive before dawn; so the third battalion commander ordered you to stick to 6 o'clock tomorrow morning.

The third battalion commander asked if you had any other requirements, and he tried his best to satisfy you. "

According to the task issued by the system, Hu Biao didn't take the order that he could go through after 2 hours in mind at that time, but he really had it.

Without hesitation, he opened his mouth and said:

"The brothers didn't even eat dinner. We cooked several large pots of pork stewed noodles in the outer position before. The taste is old and domineering. Can someone bring it up?"

The messenger: "..."

At the same time, this little brother with a green face suddenly cried out in an uncontrollable 'gugu~' in his stomach.

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Chapter 95 Condolences (Added to Xufeng 2/15)

well!Hu Biao and the others specified that they couldn't eat the pork stewed noodles in the three pots.

Even if the messenger of the third battalion commander didn't go to the rear to take a look in person, he could know that after listening to the food, his mouth was inexplicably drooling, and now it's a strange thing.

Just kidding, even if their 67th Division belongs to the Central Army with better treatment, but for the soldiers, eating meat is like a Chinese New Year.

Those guys who stayed in the rear position, can they let go of these unowned food?nonexistent.

Even if the three cauldrons are still in place, there is a big question mark.

Yes, it must be cleaner than a dog's lick.

Fortunately, out of the little guilt left in the heart of the cannon fodders in the supplementary battalion, the third battalion commander did his best to satisfy some of Hu Biao's subsequent demands.

At about 0:21 in the morning, a batch of supplies was delivered.

Specifically, it includes more than half a basket of steamed buns, a small jar of pickles, and two load of pure cold water that jumped over from the back.

The water sources, mainly on the front lines, are contaminated with corpses and blood, and cannot be drunk at all.

另外还有2000发的7.92毫米口径步枪弹，300发7.93毫米口径的手枪弹，两箱一共是60个的木柄手榴弹。

As for Hu Biao's lion's large opening, what 82mm mortar shell was requested, or a Maxim heavy machine gun for the purpose of enhancing firepower.

There is also a requirement of at least one platoon of troops, commanded by Supplementary Battalion Commander Hu.

All of the above, it is all wood.

The only thing worth mentioning is that Hu Biao and the others still got some unexpected surprises, which were condolences in some small cloth pockets.

According to the statement of Peng Ji, the messenger of the salient position, came again with these supplies.

The people of the Great Demon City may have given huge support to this battle.

Not to mention, there are also celebrities from the magic capital who personally performed a condolence performance for Lao Jun, dancing in those small skirts with exposed thighs, which is very eye-catching.

It's a pity that those ladies with white thighs didn't come to the front line because of safety considerations.

This incident made the brothers in the front-line troops take it as a huge regret.

But the ladies with big white legs didn't come, but some of the condolences they brought came along with the supply convoy.

These condolences are all contained in such small cloth pockets, because the donors have various reasons, and the contents inside are also different.

Just like opening a blind box, no one knows what is inside until it is opened.

I don't know if there are a lot of these things. Anyway, this trip actually delivered more than 60, so that the supplementary camp basically has one manpower.

So, under the moonlight, all the embarrassed old men were eating cold steamed buns with cold water and pickles, and everyone opened the cloth bags in their hands one after another.

Then, they had some different wonderful reactions...

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"Look, what good things are in here." The first person to do it was the original sin of Xiaopingtou. While shouting in his hands, he stuffed his hands into the bag.