The Rise of the Scum of the Heavens

When he just pulled the trigger and pulled out an iron fist, he was hit several times in a row; a grenade fired by a grenade grenade even exploded not far away.

While he instinctively clenched the launch tube tightly, the whole person fell with his head held high...

Three consecutive explosions of 'Boom, Boom, Boom~' sounded.

It was that among the four iron fist shells that exploded, three of them hit the target. Such a result was actually quite good. .

Of course, such a brilliant record also had a lot to do with Hu Biao holding back until the Devil's armored vehicle came very close, and then he gave the hands-on order.

Such a consequence has created a greater crisis for the safety of Qingshan and other operatives.

After launching the attack, all four of them were hit by the devil.

Because Xu Feng and the fake foreign devil were not fatally wounded, they could still vaguely see them fleeing in embarrassment in the smoke, avoiding the devil's crazy revenge shooting.

Qingshan and Fat Zhi seem to have a very good relationship with the CP, but now there is no movement, God knows if they are dead.

But Hu Biao still knew the truth of the so-called kindness not in charge of the army.

Squeezing the huge sense of guilt in his heart, he shouted again: "The second group of people is ready. After counting down dozens of numbers, give it to me immediately."

The reason for the countdown was that there was another long-range grenade ejection from the position, trying to use this method to gain some cover for them.

Under such an order, Chasing Feng and the other four jumped from the ground in the smoke and dust from the explosion.

The problem is that the devil is not a fool. In the face of the huge consequences of being approached, the machine gunners on the armored vehicles and the infantry who followed have already tightened their spirits to the extreme.

Any little bells and whistles is a frenzy of firepower.

So it was the 4 people who jumped up, and even 3 of them were still unsteady in their footsteps. Under the fire of the opponent who was less than 10 meters away, they were shot and killed on the spot.

Only the chasing wind with a pair of big red AJs on her feet seems to have magically obtained the luck of Superman.

'Whoosh~' Under the flying bullets, he had nothing at all; he successfully hid in the blind spot of the armored vehicle's machine gun and quickly approached.

Then, he smashed the two incendiary bottles ignited in his hand towards the front of the car.

With a crisp sound of 'Dang, Dang~', the fire burned violently on the shell of a Type 93 armored car.

Although the armored car did not explode immediately after it burned, but to tell the truth, there is no need to worry about their threat.

Anyway, this armored vehicle of the devil is definitely scrapped.

After continuous operations and counterattacks, there are only 8 armored fighting vehicles left in the Guizi's 3 armored fighting vehicle units; a total of 2 armored vehicles, and a medium tank that Guizi claims to be.

Counting the devils who died in the martyrdom, it can be said that the supplementary battalion made another amazing record.

But the key is that the remaining 3 vehicles have already rushed to the position 100 meters in front of the position. At such a close distance, the number of casualties on the position directly hit by the terrifying vehicle-mounted machine guns increases rapidly.

A little further away, more devil infantrymen are about to arrive.

Under such circumstances, Yang Dongli probably muttered 'MMB' on his mouth, and then spontaneously said, "The third group follow me."

After that, he lifted a bundle of grenades at his feet.

It wasn't long before he realized he didn't have to.

According to the previous statement, after the operation, it was possible to retreat regardless of whether it was successful or not. Instead, the next group of personnel replaced the chasing wind, but he changed his mind.

During the tumbling for a while, he picked up a bundle of cluster grenades from the dead indigenous warriors, and charged towards the nearest armored vehicle.

After a loud bang, a pair of big red AJ sneakers with black smoke fell to the ground with a 'click~'.

It was also at this time that Hu Biao remembered a lot of things about the former little yellow hair chasing the wind.

For example, this little brother seems to be in three consecutive missions, not only did not live to the end each time, but also died early each time.

And this former little yellow hair is actually quite reliable.

Most importantly, he clearly remembered the importance this kid placed on these shoes.

"What's the matter! What AJ are you giving away? There are so many domestic brands that are not fragrant." With this thought in mind, Hu Biao rushed out with a bundle of explosives.

Others can't die anymore. If they die, this mission is over, so he should come in person.

Maybe, relying on the enhancement brought by his bloodline ability, he is especially suitable for this kind of thing?

The most important thing is that he intends to pick up such a pair of sneakers; this is definitely not because it is expensive or expensive to sell, but because it is a mother's heart for a child.

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Chapter 105: Nineteen Hours of Life and Death ([-])

Time: 8:28 on August 9.

Hu Biao, whose head was wrapped in gauze for several times, was swearing with rage on the ground with his arms crossed.

"Fuck the motherfucker's third battalion commander. The defensive pressure they need to face is half the size of our salient position? If you don't give me more troops, will he be better when we're done?"

And at his feet, in a bulging backpack, a sullen red faintly came out.

Taking a serious look, it was the pair of AJ shoes given by the old mother who was chasing the wind.

A little further away, Yang Dongli, who had just returned from the [-] battalion in the rear, listened to Hu Biao's scolding with a look of helplessness and annoyance.

Without an image, he was sitting on the ground and wanted to suddenly have a cigarette, so as to relieve some of his depressed mood.

As a result, touching the empty cigarette case, he found that he had finished smoking, and his heart became more and more depressed...

The last battle was over about 30 minutes ago.

At that time, Hu Biao, relying on his stronger physical fitness, rushed out with a pack of explosives before anyone else could react.

Seeing this, what else could Yang Dongli and the others do besides frantically firing for cover?

Only when AT saw this, he also rushed out with a bag of explosives.

One minute later, after Hu Biao paid the price of being scratched by a bullet on his forehead, he threw a ignited explosive package with all his strength in the posture of throwing a discus in a sports meeting.

And after this explosive pack flew out about 40 meters, it landed on a position several meters away from an armored vehicle.

Without even waiting for the explosive pack to fall completely, the explosive pack that was intentionally cut short the fuse exploded; under the power of the explosive pack, which had been processed by the sinner and had better power.

The weight of the devil is only a few tons, and the light armored car was overturned to the ground.

After a while, three crew members in leather hats climbed out of it; two were able to stagger away by themselves, and one could only crawl slowly on the ground.

The middle-aged warehouse manager, who was originally the one who killed a target, put a devil with a leather cap into the scope, ready to fire and kill him.

After seeing the next scene, the black-bellied middle-aged man immediately changed his mind decisively.

Because while staggering and running wildly, the two devils in leather caps were constantly coughing, and while coughing, they also coughed out a large mouthful of blood.

Apparently, the internal organs were severely damaged by the shock wave, and it was specified that he would not be able to live for long.

So, why let these bastards die so easily?Now the Hun Dharma God, who is very good at his job, has begun to lock in the next target.

The problem is, even after killing an armored car, the devil still has a medium tank with an artillery.

The AT, which followed Hu Biao, originally planned to use his own flexibility to blow up this thing.

It's just that the two crooked handles are now facing a crater where he is, forming a fierce cross-fire; for a time, AT is relying on his agility, and it is difficult to emerge.

Just when the little white-collar worker was heartbroken, he planned to risk his own life to continue attacking, and after risking his life to kill such a devil's last iron lump, an unexpected scene appeared.

In the air, a Hawker III fighter jet dived down with black smoke.

One of the pilots did not parachute at all, but directly took their precious car to complete the last victory in their life, hitting the devil tank on the ground.

It is another realization of the warriors of the Chinese Air Force at that time, the oath of 'the Chinese Air Force has no prisoners'.

It was also at this time that Hu Biao had time to look up at the sky quickly.

I don't know when, the aerial battle above my head has ended,

There are no Guojun planes in the sky, and there are 50% more opponents than them. Now there is only one plane left. With thick smoke on one wing, it hurried in the direction from which it came. retreated.

It can be said that the pilots of those four planes guarded Hu Biao's sky with their lives.

At the same time, under the accurate impact of the plane, the shells in Guizi's medium tank all rang, causing the biggest explosion after the war.

So much so that Hu Biao, who was far away, felt the violent impact.

At this point, the armored team of Guizi in the offensive salient position was completely destroyed; seeing this, Guizi's troops also stopped this attack.

And after the armistice, Hu Biao faced the result that more than half of the casualties were again, and he was a little on the verge of tears.

In order to persist until 3 am the next day and complete the almost desperate task of the system; of course, his first choice was to let Yang Dongli represent him and go to the rear of the store owner Luo to ask for some support again.

Weapons, ammunition, soldiers, and even drinking water, it can be said that Hu Biao wants everything here.

The question of why Hu Biao, the master of the regiment, didn't go to the back to support himself; that was Hu Biao very well aware that his temper and state were very wrong now.

Under the influence of the sequelae of the sequelae that are about to occur, it may be that they will go crazy when they are stimulated.

If you really want to be unable to control yourself in the process of asking for help, and fight with the third battalion commander on the spot, isn't that a big delay.

As a result, Yang Dongli returned to the position of the shopkeeper Luo, and returned with a dark face in a short time.

To Hu Biao and the others, he gave a bunch of bad news: "The third battalion commander said that they also lost a lot in the battle just now, and they really don't have the strength to support us.

However, he had already reported the urgent request for help to the division headquarters through the field phone, but the division said that it would be done at least until noon; before noon came, he asked us to persevere.

For this matter, I also deliberately went to the Chen Tuan seat of the 403 regiment; as a result, the other party only said to find a way, but there was no clear letter of approval. I think this matter is a bit hanging. "

As a result, the opening scene appeared, Hu Biao spit out a fragrant scolding scene.

Under such enormous pressure, even Hu Biao himself did not realize that he was actually affected by the sequelae of the combination of rabies and "Secondary Wolverine Residual Ischemia".

Even if the current level is not large, there are many things that Hu Biao would not dare to do at ordinary times.

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well!A living person can't be suffocated to death by urine, right?

Seeing that it was impossible to get key reinforcements through normal channels, the top and bottom of the supplementary battalion can only desperately save themselves, and try to strengthen and restore their own combat effectiveness as much as possible.

Between 10:11 and [-]:[-] in the morning, they began to drag their tired bodies to work.

Next to a well that was blocked due to the bombing, Jason, a shirtless fake foreign devil, endured the pain when An Tusheng treated his wound.

While instructing the Huns, how to use a set of simple tools he brought over to reload bullets.

"Let me tell you, don't think that the reloaded bullets are not as good as the original ones. That's because the reloading personnel are not good at craftsmanship; the really good reloading bullets are much better than the bullets that come out of the assembly line~"