Dong Limao pulled the machine gun bolt with a click, raised his right hand and waved forward: "Kill the Japanese!"

Taili started the jeep without driving the lights. From her skillful movements, Dong Limao saw that her driving skills were much better than hers. She smiled and gave her a thumbs up, thinking about the joke just now, thinking that the word "foreign mother-horse" is appropriate for her. She focused and skillfully drove the jeep like a female-horse in heat, as if there was a stallion in front waiting for it to mate.

Following behind were the jeep commanded by Gou Hao and Wang Jiagui, three armed jeeps leading the way, followed by more than a dozen modified military trucks. Zhao Yong was in a truck in the middle, responsible for the machine guns above the front of the vehicle, and finally the jeep commanded by Zhang Dali. He was originally an excellent machine gunner, but the machine guns on his two jeeps were not placed in front, but behind the vehicle, there was a soldier next to him, a rocket launcher, and in the co-pilot position, there was also a machine gunner responsible for a machine gun.

After passing through several muddy streets filled with potholes and rain, he was stopped at the British defensive positions.

Through Taili's translation, Dong Limao learned from a major stationed here that half an hour ago, the Japanese army's defenses on the opposite side had undergone a major change. More than a dozen tanks and armored vehicles drove towards the river bank, as if to reinforce the Japanese army there, and also transferred a large part of the infantry. It is estimated that there are about 200 Japanese troops left on the opposite side, and the number of tanks and armored vehicles should be less than ten. Dong Limao also learned that there were two Japanese machine gun fortresses surrounded by sandbags on both sides of the road ahead.

Dong Limao stood in the jeep and could see two searchlights shaking back and forth towards this side 500 meters opposite the Japanese position.

"Little beard, go and call Wang Jiagui here." Dong Limao said to Hu San.

"Yes!" Hu San jumped out of the car quickly and ran backwards.

Dong Limao said to Tali again: "Tell the major, let him turn on all the searchlights on the British army after our people fired the Japanese searchlights and shot them to the Japanese positions. Turn them off immediately after we went there." Dong Limao understood that this was the only one who could ask the British army to help. They had almost no ammunition. It was impossible to ask them to help break through. Only by illuminating this strong light and then extinguishing them immediately and turning them into darkness. Taking advantage of the opportunity of the Japanese army's eyes being difficult to adapt to the light and darkness.

After hearing Taili's words, the major nodded and agreed to Dong Limao's request and walked away.

Wang Jiagui followed Hu San and Dong Limao said to him: "Erzhao, have you seen those two searchlights? Turn them off!"

"No problem!" Wang Jiagui finished answering, took down the sniper rifle from behind, ran forward, and leaned on the sandbag position built by the British army. Dong Limao waved his hand forward: "Prepare to break through!"

As soon as he finished speaking, two crisp gunshots were heard. The two Japanese searchlights went out in response to the sound, and then the two searchlights from the British side shot straight towards him.

Dong Limao shouted: "Open the lights! Go!"

Taili turned on the light of the jeep and stepped on the accelerator. The jeep was like a wild horse, and suddenly rushed forward with a sound.

Dong Limao gave Pan Guangzu: "Prepare rockets and bombard the fortress of the Japanese devils on the side of the road!"

The cars behind them followed Dong Limao and the others' jeep.

After rushing out of the British position, Dong Limao held the machine gun in both hands and roared: "Those who blocked me will die!" With the help of the searchlight light on the British position, the hatred in his chest that was killed by Zhu Yongsheng for himself was poured on the machine gun in his hand. The muzzle spewed out of the tongue of fire and shot it at the Japanese position with a fury.

What a guy! Dong Limao was unconsciously admiring the machine gun equipped on the jeep. The bullets were like dense meteor showers, drawing out lights with tail wings and flew towards the Japanese positions.

Pan Guangzu had already stuffed a rocket into the rocket launcher, carried it on his shoulder to aim at the Japanese fortress on the right side of the road. He pulled the trigger with his fingers. With a bang, the rocket made a scream and flew over. A spark exploded, and the Japanese fortress on the right side of the road was bombarded.

On the jeep that Gou Hao was in charge of command, he also fired a rocket at the sandbag fortress on the left side of the highway, but the shot missed.

When Wang Jiagui was waiting for the third jeep to drive to his side, he jumped into the car, picked up the rocket launcher, aimed at the Japanese sandbag fortress that had not been knocked off on the left. With his superb precision shooting skills, he quickly aimed at the fortress and pulled the trigger. The rocket accurately knocked off the fortress on the left.

Taili lowered her head as much as possible, avoiding bullets shot from the Japanese positions, and holding the steering wheel tightly with both hands. Her driving skills are indeed first-class, and she drives not only fast but also relatively stable.

Let Dong Limao shoot with a machine gun constantly. He shoots like a wild beast and shouts: "Go to die! Japanese devils, you guys! I want to make way for me if I want to survive!"

Wherever Dong Limao's machine gun was swept toward, there were screams from the Japanese devils before their death. Hu San stuffed another rocket into Pan Guangzu's rocket launcher. This time Pan Guangzu aimed at a tank on the right that was adjusting its muzzle.

Gou Hao had already fired two rockets in succession, but they failed to hit the target. He was a little dissatisfied and let the loader stuff one. This time he was aiming at the same target as the tank that Pan Guangzu aimed at.

Pan Guangzu's rocket was shot to the left of the tank and did not destroy the tank, but Gou Hao's one hit the tank's turret. The tank turret that had adjusted its muzzle was tilted to the side by the rocket before firing the shell.

Wang Jiagui fired two rockets in succession, and also knocked down a tank and an armored vehicle.

At this time, the convoy had completely entered the Japanese position. The British searchlight behind him was turned off, and the convoy was shooting with only the headlights.

The machine guns on the front of the modified truck and on both sides of the carriage began to exert their power, almost suppressing the Japanese army within a range of 100 meters on both sides of the road so that they could not raise their heads and shoot at the convoy. Even if bullets shot at the truck from a distance were blocked by wooden boards worth more than ten centimeters thick, they could not penetrate the boards at all. The people in the carriage sat together and did not receive any damage from bullets. Occasionally, rockets would be shot out from the shooting holes of the carriage.

The rapid driving of the car and the strong light from the searchlight illuminated another darkness, which made the Japanese mortars unable to accurately aim at it, and the mortar shells kept exploding on both sides of the road.

The defense line of the Japanese position was about two or three hundred meters deep. As Dong Limao's machine gun rushed forward, almost all the targets illuminated by the headlights were wiped out by him.

Suddenly, in the middle of the road ahead, an armored vehicle drove towards the jeep. The lights shot almost made Dong Limao's eyes dizzy and he couldn't see the target clearly. The machine gun bullets shot by the other party flew past his ears, and some shot on the front of the jeep, making a screaming metal friction and impact sound.

Taili slowed down the car and asked Dong Limao loudly: "What should I do?"

"Continue to drive forward!" Dong Limao replied loudly, then shouted: "Fatty! Kill the armored vehicle in front of me! Hurry!"

Pan Guangzu had already carried the rocket launcher on his shoulders, standing in the back seat of the jeep, shaking his eyes and always failing to aim accurately.

Dong Limao fired at the opposite armored vehicle with a machine gun.

At the critical moment, Hu San stood up, snatched the bazooka from Pan Guangzu's shoulder, then jumped to the jeep, stood beside Dong Limao, carried the bazooka, and fired the rocket at the armored vehicles that were getting closer and closer in front of him. He saw a rotating spark at the tail of the rocket and flew towards the armored vehicles. A few seconds later, a loud bang of fire, and the armored vehicles on the opposite side were bombarded by the roadside. Several Japanese soldiers covered in fire ran out of the car, screaming and running around. Dong Limao shot these Japanese soldiers on fire with a machine gun, which was considered to solve the pain before their death and was also considered a humanitarian good thing.

"Good! Mustache! I didn't expect you to have two more brushes!" After the jeep rushed over the armored vehicle that was burning on the side of the road, Dong Limao patted Hu San's shoulder and smiled and praised.

Hu San scratched the back of his head embarrassedly, crawled back to the back seat, and handed the bazooka to Pan Guangzu.

"You kid are quite smart. If you hadn't responded in a hurry, we would have been done." Pan Guangzu also praised Hu San.

There was basically no resistance in front of him, and Dong Limao stopped shooting. He leaned on the back of the jeep chair, took out a cigarette, turned the machine gun around. At this time, the muzzle was still red. He lit a cigarette on it, took a sip and said, "It finally rushed out." Looking back, the two jeeps, Gou Hao and Wang Jiagui, chased behind the car, and a long list of truck lights were on, and the shooting holes on both sides of the truck were still spitting out flames. The sound of machine guns continued, and the Japanese troops on both sides of the road could not get close to the convoy.

However, Zhang Dali was under a lot of pressure from behind. His jeep was almost hit by the tank artillery that followed him twice.

"Drive the tanks chasing me!" Zhang Dali controlled the machine gun with both hands and roared while firing.

"Platform leader, the distance is too far, and the rockets cannot hit the tank at all!" The bazooka hand had fired three of them, but they were unable to hit the edge of the tank.

"Stop the car!" Zhang Dali yelled.

The reporter driving the car braked the jeep, and Zhang Dali grabbed the jeep from the bazooka beside him, carried it on his shoulder, stood up, aimed at the tank chasing behind him, muttering in his mouth: "Get closer, Japanese, get closer, let grandpa, let me take you back to my hometown." As soon as he finished speaking, the rocket in front of the bazooka, like a straight flying top, whistling forward, and soon collided with the tank rushing up. A ball of flame rose, and there was no tank chasing him.

Zhang Dali fell down and said, "Grandma! Dare to chase grandpa! Seeking death! Driving!"
Chapter completed!