Manual of Space-Time Interference

"boom!"

"Boom! Da! Da! Da! Da!..."

There was a sudden gunshot in front, and then, the sound of guns and machine guns began to roar of their own.

Lin Dong clenched his fist with one hand and raised it. The troops stopped instantly on this narrow mountain road. Dialect subconsciously raised his gun and looked around, but he found no trace of the devil.

The troops began to be chaotic, and only slowly became quiet amid the officers' shouting and scolding.

Lin Dong ran forward, ran back after a while, and shouted at his brother, "Prepare to fight! Prepare to fight!"

The troops began to move slowly, and at the same time, the sharp sound of the charge horn began to sound in front, and there was a buzzing sound in the sky.

"Boo! Hah! Hah!"

The cannonball made a sharp hissing noise as it rubbed against the air, and then plunged into the ground with the force of gravity.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The terrifying fireworks began to rise on the ground, and along with the laughter of the death god, they harvested the lives of the soldiers.

People kept being lifted up in the artillery fire, and then fell heavily on the ground, not knowing whether they were alive or dead, the national army charging towards the hillsides on both sides kept falling on the road, but for the hope of life, they continued to charge forward without fear of death. .

The charge horn continued to sound, Dialect passed the intersection, looked at the situation in front of the battlefield through the scope, then looked around, and immediately pulled back Lin Dong who was about to rush out.

"That place, you take your brothers to that place, I will cover." Dialect pointed to a place where machine guns were loud, but there was no shelling, and shouted at Lin Dong.

Ignoring Lin Dong's daze, Fang Yan raised the gun in his hand, greeted Huzi and Goudan, and touched the nearby mountains.

…

"piu!"

There was a gleam of fire from the muzzle of the gun, and a blood mist was sprayed from the head of a defending devil, and he lay down.

"brother…"

With a wave of his hand, Dialect stopped the tiger who wanted to speak, pointed the crosshair in the scope at the other two devils who were watching, and pulled the trigger twice.

"Let's go." Fang Yan said softly to the two people behind, and continued to touch the front.

Huzi looked at the cautious dialect a little helpless, but he followed up and came to the three ghosts who were killed in action. Dialect looked around and found that there were no other Japanese troops, and he took a sigh of relief.

He hadn't studied special operations, and now he just moved the things in the TV like a cat and a tiger. Fortunately, he left the silencer, otherwise he wouldn't have killed the two of them silently.

"Take the bullets, the two of you separate, shoot when you find the devil coming, and then run right back." Dialect said to the two of them.

"Brother, your gun is really good. There is no sound when you shoot, and your marksmanship is really good." Goudan drooled a little at the dialect's 95-style rifle.

Dialect glanced helplessly and said, "I'll send you off if you survive. Go, I'm going to cover the head of the regiment and the others to charge."

I have to say that the location of the Devil's Observation Post was well chosen. From here, you can see the movement of the battlefield at a glance.

But now, the dialect was cheap. Seeing the disappearing figures of Huzi and Goudan, he narrowed his eyes, adjusted the scope, and pointed the muzzle at the battlefield.

…

"Brothers! Are you afraid of death!" Lin Dong roared at the only 100 soldiers left, "I'm afraid! But I'm not a bad boy!"

Beep, beep, beep!

"If you don't want to be a bad boy, follow Lao Tzu!" Lin Dong's eyes widened angrily, and he rushed towards the mountain forest that the dialect pointed to.

"Come on!"

More than 100 soldiers let out their own howls and rushed forward against the overwhelming rain of bullets in front of them. Some people were shot and fell to the ground, and some people kept filling the vacancies.

Dialect took aim at a devil machine gunner and pulled the trigger slightly. The firepower received by Lin Dong's troops suddenly decreased.

"piu!"

A flame erupted from the muzzle again, and the other machine gunner also fell to the ground. A major stepped forward, turned the machine gunner's head over, followed the direction of the shooting, and looked towards the dialect.

"Bounce!"

Dialect opened his mouth slightly, spit out a word, and at the same time pulled the trigger at the major who was looking at him in the scope.

A blood mist shot out from the Major's head, and the surrounding devils began to riot. At the same time, a machine gun turned directly in the direction of Dialect, pouring bullets frantically.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

Dialect lowered his head. Pieces of sawdust fell from the surrounding trees, and the branches and leaves flew.

When the voice stopped for a while, Dialect quickly left the place and ran towards the second sniper position he expected. After a while, more bullets poured into the original place.

Due to the lack of a machine gun, the firepower on Lin Dong's side was suddenly reduced, but the speed of breakthrough did not speed up much. The difficulty of frontal breakthrough was far from the problem of a single machine gun.

Quickly rushed to the second position, Dialect fell down, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly.

He stretched out his rifle, and Dialect immediately used the scope to find his next target. It was an old rule that the machine gunner must die.

Dialect watched the machine gunner fall, looking for his next target,

A military officer, no matter how young he is, he is still an official.

Looking at the Demon Army Cao who appeared in the scope, Dialect thought to himself, and pulled the trigger...

The firepower in front of Lin Dong instantly decreased, and he also discovered this situation, but the battlefield did not allow him to think, so he immediately greeted his brothers and rushed forward.

"boom!"

The crisp sound of Sanba Dagai sounded behind Fang Yan. After Fang Yan saw that Lin Dong had rushed to the high ground, he stopped fighting and quickly got up and ran to the back.

"Brother, the devil is here." Hu Zi shouted in the direction of the dialect, and fired a shot at the devil in the distance.

Dialect moved to Huzi's side through the trees and asked loudly, "Where is the dog egg?"

"Brother, I'm here!" Goudan poked his head from behind a tree and shrank back.

"Run! Commander Lin has already broken through the position. Run over there, fast! Fast!" Fang Yan shouted loudly, shot a few bullets behind him, and quickly shuttled through the woods.

After Huzi and Goudan fired a shot at the back, they followed in the footsteps of Dialect and ran wildly.

If there is a tiger chasing you behind you, your speed will reach the limit, but when there are more than a dozen devils who are constantly firing behind you, you will be the best target if you move in a straight line.

Therefore, the current dialect is that it can't be fast, but also because of the complex environment of the mountains, the devils behind them can't approach quickly.

his grandmother's,

Dialect stopped, took out a few grenades, flipped the safety catch, and held it with a steel wire. After Huzi and Goudan ran past, he made a simple mine between the two trees.

Picking up the gun, the dialect quickly ran towards Lin Dong's direction, and the sound of an explosion came out of nowhere, and the devil slowed down his pursuit.

After arriving at the position, he took a few breaths. Dialect realized that he didn't need to do anything else. Lin Dong was smoking a cigarette on one side of the position. The steady stream of national troops around him were rushing towards Guizi's other positions through this gap.

"Give me one, it will be exciting." Fang Yan walked over, sat beside Lin Dong, and said.

Lin Dong turned his head to look, threw one over, and looked at the battle-torn battlefield in the distance, wondering what he was thinking about.

"There are many?"

"With the three of you, there are still 63 people who can move." Lin Dong could no longer control his emotions, and tears streamed down his still high cheeks...

Dialect didn't know what to say either. On the current battlefield, any words are superfluous. Maybe a bullet will pass through his forehead in the next moment, and he will lie in this space and time forever.

…

"Where are we now?" Dialect took a sip and asked while looking at the gunpowder not far away. The Devil's plane was still circling and bombing, but the **** of death still didn't stop him.

Lin Dong touched his tears, estimated the direction, and then said: "Approaching the back alley, Da Chiyan is not far away, we are safe after passing there, but for now."

Lin Dong gave a wry smile and took out a photo from his pocket. It was a yellowed black and white photo of a slender woman in a cheongsam, showing a happy smile.

"Your wife?" Dialect glanced at him, UU Kanshu www.uukanshu.com took another puff of cigarette and asked gently.

"Yes, my wife." Lin Dong sighed, looked at it for a while, then stuffed the photo back into his pocket, picked up the three-eighth cover next to him, and prepared to get up.

Dialect looked at it, threw away the cigarette butts, and followed up and asked, "Which way will we go?"

Lin Dong looked at the battle situation around him, and said in confusion: "The troops are scattered, Li Jiadong is in the front left, and the back alley is in front, but the front is probably too hard to pass, so let's take a step by step."

"Li Jiadong?"

Dialect murmured softly, he seemed to have heard this place name before, but his memory was very vague, but he was sure that this place name must have appeared in history.

"Are there any well-known buildings around here?" Dialect asked.

"Around, the building!" Lin Dong was also stunned, but still answered the dialect question.

"Building, building, building, Japanese army, Nanjing defense battle..."

Dialect patted his head vigorously, and kept saying these words as if he was in a daze. Lin Dong saw it and thought he was thinking about something, so he walked away on his own.

"The Japanese army... **** it, isn't it the headquarters of the Central China Expeditionary Force of Little Japan!"

He finally remembered, isn't it the members of the headquarters of the Central China Expeditionary Army who are staying in the building now? Isn't that little Japan of Matsui Ishine there too?

Thinking about it, an idea, an earth-shattering idea, burst out in Dialect's mind, and he shook his head, but this idea lingered, instead it became more and more turbulent.

"It's a matter of his grandmother, if you don't go crazy, you won't survive, and the labor and capital are crazy!" Fang Yan scolded, catching up with Lin Dong in front, shouting,

"Director Lin, do you want to get a big vote!"