Hearing what Xiaopo said, Liu Hong immediately stared at his eyes: "What's the matter with you, boy? Just so many bullets? There are so many enemies! How to fight next?"
Hearing Liu Hong's words, Xiaopo was very wronged. This is still less, I carry a box of bullets. When I carried it back then, what did you guys say? Everyone thought I was an eyesore with the bullets on my shoulders, so I had to lie later, saying it was only half a box. Didn't my box of bullets play a big role in the end? And how many bullets were wasted when you shot at the ground just now! If it weren't for my box of bullets, would I be able to shoot all those people on the airport to death? Why are you talking about me now?
Although Xiaopo felt wronged, he knew it. Liu Hong didn't really criticize, he was just anxious, now there are so many devil soldiers below. Liu Hong wanted to wipe out all those people, so more bullets were needed. But they don't have that many bullets anymore. Ten magazines, five rounds per magazine, which means they only have 50 rounds of bullets in total. For a machine gun, if you can't shoot a few three-point shots, you can give all these bullets.
When Qin Baoshan in the front heard the answer behind him, he also had the same thought in his heart. It is true that there are not many bullets left. If there is another box of bullets, all the people below can be shot to death. But in this situation, they can't conjure another box of bullets. So now Qin Baoshan can only use the existing equipment, he shouted back: "Aim at the officer who is targeting the little devil, shoot out all our bullets, and then we can leave here."
At this time, Wei Dayong shouted: "I still have a few grenades here."
During the War of Resistance Against Japan, the weapons and equipment of the enemy and ourselves were different. Whether it is the Eighth Route Army, the Central Army, or the troops of the local warlords, you can see that in their equipment, almost everyone carries a grenade bag with three or four grenades inserted in it. They regard the grenade as one of the most commonly used weapons. But the little devil doesn't have this kind of organization. The soldiers of ordinary little devils will not carry weapons such as grenades. Only the most specialized grenadiers will carry this kind of thing, and the little devil's grenade can also be stuffed into the grenadier to launch. This has higher accuracy and longer range. When he came over, Wei Dayong picked up a grenade bag carried by the grenadier. There were four grenades in it, and now he could only take them out and contribute.
Hearing that there was a grenade, Liu Hong immediately became overjoyed: "Okay, let's throw it from the top, and the little devil will definitely be blown up."
As he spoke, he aimed again, and he could already see the little devils running over quickly below. And he could also see that there seemed to be a devil official among them.
Kimura Heitaro held a command knife in his hand and was directing his subordinates to move forward quickly. Then he saw the transport plane flying towards him in the sky. At this time, he was a little strange. I don't know why the other party flew to my side, is there any hint?
He raised his head and looked towards the sky. At this time, the plane had already flown over from their side. Flames suddenly appeared at the door of the cabin.
At this moment, Heutaro Kimura was also strange. He didn't know what the flames coming out of the side hatch of the transport plane represented, but he understood it the next moment.
Chirp chirp chirp sounded, and the first bullet hit him at a distance of more than three meters in front of his feet. The second bullet was only a meter away from him, and then the third bullet hit his body.
The bullet slammed into his chest fiercely. At this moment, he opened his terrified eyes and looked at the bloody hole in his chest. There was a major artery inside that was interrupted, so the blood spurted out, a meter or two away. this moment. Kimura Heutaro knew in his heart that he was going to die soon.
Following the spray of blood, the life is rapidly disappearing from his body. A pair of pictures appeared in front of Kimura Heutaro. He started training since he was a child, spent many years in the military academy, and then fought one after another. He has fought so many victories, and he once thought that he might lose his life in a certain battle. But he never thought he would die here. Because this is not on the battlefield at all, there are plaster flags on the wings of the planes in the sky! How could the plane open fire on him?
His body was slowly falling down. He opened his eyes wide and continued to look at the plane, only to find that the plane was still shooting down. None of them were prepared. At this moment, seeing Kimura Heutaro being shot, they were all shouting and rushing over, and then they themselves fell down.
The adjutant next to him was swept down, and the two adjutants were also killedThere was a strafing, followed by two soldiers. Finally, the flames at the cabin hatch disappeared.
"His grandma's is really not fun, the bullets are all gone." Liu Hong put down the machine gun. Although I killed several devil's officers, I still didn't find it enjoyable. If he had known that just now, he had killed a devil's division commander, he wouldn't know what he would have thought.
At this time Xiaopo has also put down the action of loading ammunition, and the ammunition box is already empty. He looked down, then kicked up and kicked the box out.
So, a large wooden medicine box fell from the sky. The little devil below opened his eyes wide, looking at the ammunition box in disbelief. With a bang, the ammunition box fell beside several people. They all jumped away quickly when they hit the ground. Fortunately, none of them were hit by the ammunition box. But when the ammunition box hit the ground, it suddenly bounced back. The sound of bang bang sounded, the ammunition box shattered and turned into countless wooden sticks, some of which were sharp. The fragments of these ammunition boxes splashed to several devil soldiers around them, so many wooden thorns pierced into these people Inside their bodies, they let out screams.
These ghost soldiers never dreamed that they would be injured by the ammunition box falling from the sky, and even one unlucky guy was punctured by the main artery, and finally died here.
Others also found that the situation was not good, and the plane was definitely hostile. They dodged one after another, expecting the plane to leave quickly. But then, a bigger crisis came. On the plane in the sky, iron bumps fell down! (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com