"Pan 500, you do observation post on the roof. Shi Xiaochuan finds a place to frame the machine gun." Zhang Yiping ordered, "Twelve sisters tie these women up."

Fang’s twelfth sister is very disgusted with these white foreign women, and she murmured, "If everyone gives her a shot, we might as well kill more enemies if we have the time."
"Then look at them in turn. Those French people outside don’t worry about killing a few of them with a shot, and make sure they will be frightened out of my wits. The French have become a group of idiots who can call out, and the men who are a little timid are all dead."
Shi Xiaochuan put away the machine gun tripod and aimed at the windowsill, howling and rushing to the church. The French soldiers pulled the trigger and chugged … Several soldiers fell down when they took the lead. Far away, they saw a red blood fog in the French army.
Shi Xiaochuan some after another round of shooting so alternate with each other.
The machine gun hit the spot and plumped up to spray dust. The tall and heavy bodies of the French people fell down, hitting the blade of the gun, slamming and cursing, and getting into a ball.
No matter whether it is a rifle or a machine gun, the * * group gunners are all handy. The only difference between the Chinese * * group gunners and other army gunners is that the China gunners like to shoot some guns and rarely shoot them. If it comes to shooting, the situation is already very critical.
Sometimes a sniper can suppress a large number of people. Here are four snipers, the best of the sniper elite.
A machine gun, a few shots and several rounds of shooting suppressed more than 100 French people, and no one dared to come out and raise his head a little.
A hundred meters away from the church, there is an old wooden boat. Although the wood of the boat has decayed, its wide hull can still stop the flying bombs. More than a dozen French people hide behind the wooden boat, including the officer who shouted the loudest.
The machine gun shot the rotten wood and sent out a ray of faint blue smoke, which was blown away by the wind, and the French face was punctured in the lashing of the broken wood residue on the boatside.
The officer quickly poked his head out to look at the horse and shrank back, but this moment was caught by Zhang Yiping. When the officer shrank back, there was already a blood hole on his forehead, and the man was paralyzed and stared at the beautiful day.
It was not until the day that a drop of blood fell that the officer’s eyes in the clean army and white face dispersed the last ray of glory and the noise of the world calmed down in his heart.
In the distant rumble gun, Zeng Dawa, the head of the 32 nd division of the 16 th regiment of the Chinese Communist Youth League, picked up his favorite semi-automatic rifle and said to the correspondent next to him, "Pay attention to supporting the commander in chief of the third battalion. The guard company over there can’t let the Ministry command an unexpected communication platoon. Pay attention to reporting the information to me." After that, he jumped out of the trench with a gun.
There are three schools in the course of the training and development of the * * regiment in Gunwangtong. One of the schools is that the 11th division Hu Congfu represents the "trick school", and the process is that Hu Congfu discovers that "holding one’s breath * *" is forced to cultivate strength through "holding one’s breath * *", thus making marksmanship practice progress rapidly.
The second school is the "Constant Force School" represented by Erga, which improves the marksmanship level by constantly maintaining a specific breathing frequency.
The third genre is that Zeng Dawa, on behalf of the "pure technical school", meticulously implemented the technical specifications stipulated in the "Gun King Series", combined with his own understanding of marksmanship and his own talent to improve his marksmanship.
Zeng Dawa is a very talented person. He has a different understanding of marksmanship training. Coupled with his hard work, his marksmanship is no better than Hu Congfu and Er Ga, and his skills are more solid and stable.
In front of Zeng Dawa, he was still behind when he charged, but in a short time, he led the regimental headquarters to become an arrow, and Zeng Dawa was the sharpest part of the arrow
I don’t know if Zhang Yiping took the lead in pretending to be their commander and ordered the British to retreat, or if the 32 nd regiment was really vulnerable, the 32 nd regiment broke the defense line of the British team face to face, and the British troops retreated all the way back to Fares
Outside the chapel, the French have been repelled by the * * team in the charge, and the Zhang Yiping guard company has also rushed to control the British command and the Zhou area.
In the church, Fang’s twelve sisters leaned back against the plinth and wore out the thick colonnade. Zhang Yiping leaned back against the other side and leaned on his shoulders next to Fang’s twelve sisters. Although he had been a soldier for many years, he claimed to be the king of guns, but it was the first time that he had experienced bloody killings like today. There were still some women and children who died and understood the psychological impact in his hands and needed to adjust when needed.
Sometimes talking and doing are two different things. He keeps saying that he wants to kill all the British people, but it is another matter to really ask him to be the executioner himself.
Fang Ermei, who maintained such an ambiguous attitude with Zhang Yiping, was nervous, but it felt wonderful to be next to his shoulder. She was very reluctant to give up her blushing and never subsided.
Soldiers from the security company came in and searched the chapel carefully. One soldier touched a statue of the Virgin Mary with a baby in the niche. Two reliefs were decorated with garlands behind it. When it turned, a secret door suddenly opened in the corner.
"There are treasures!" Fang Shimei wants to find something to break the embarrassing and ambiguous atmosphere with Zhang Yiping.
Zhang Yiping said, "It’s not worth much to have a treasure in such a small church? Besides, we are the army. Land, money and women are our main benefits and gains. "
"How did a woman become your battle? Hum! You can tell such an unnatural thing … "Fang Twelve sisters said angrily.
Zhang Yiping shrugged and said, "This is the fact that the regiment has done the best in this respect, but it can’t be denied. But you are a female soldier and enjoy the war bonus of’ woman’."
"But you can get compensation in other ways, such as treasure." Zhang Yiping pointed to an entrance.
At the end of the tunnel built by a schist bluestone, there is a basement with some precious art and treasures hidden in it. Twelve sisters Fang chose a gem necklace and ran to the ground and cried excitedly, "There are really treasures".
In front of the church statue, Zhang Yiping whistled to two young nuns dressed in black and said in French, "You want me to let you go, but I will let her go if I let you undress …"
The two nuns quickly untied their chests to reveal their snow-white breasts … When Fang Shier saw that tenderness in her heart was completely replaced by anger.
"Zhang Yiping, you bastard, I will never talk to you again …"
Fang Shier sister cried and ran out of the church.
Sister Fang rushed to the next command post and met the guard company commander Zhang Liuhe. Zhang Liuhe held a delicate pure gold lighter in his hand and handed it to Sister Fang. She said, "Miss Fang, here is a lighter that I picked up when I was cleaning the battlefield. Give it to the commander. The commander will like it."
"Does he like me or not?" Fang Shimei said.
When I saw this lighter, I felt very delicate and loved it, so I took it and said, "What does he need a lighter for if he doesn’t smoke?"
But it’s always good to give him a beautiful thing. Twelve sisters think so in their hearts, and at the same time, they think ambitiously that an asshole like him, why should I give him something? Why should I care about him?
That’s because I like him, even though he is an annoying bastard …
Sister Fang thought that her face was as red as a sunset glow.
Chapter 22 Harvest
Sister Fang fumed for a while and walked back to the small church involuntarily. She secretly scolded herself for being disappointing and really wanted to chop off both disobedient feet.
"That bastard what want to go back to see him? To give him something called a lighter? Does this gadget please him? …”
But it’s wonderful to fight with him! Just now, when my shoulder was leaning against my shoulder, I felt like I was on fire, and my blood was boiling!
However, he didn’t know how to cherish him. He left such a good woman as her, but instead of flattering her, he stayed with those dissolute and shameful French prostitutes. His unruly made her very miserable.
Fang Shier’s sister came to the small church and saw that two nuns in black had disappeared. Zhang Yiping sat in the seat in front of the statue and squinted at the statue hanging on the cross.
Party twelve younger sister asked "? Any results? Which of them … that … is older? "
Sister Fang 12 can’t believe she said such a shameful thing. This shameful bastard, I actually talk like an uneducated slut! It’s all Zhang Yiping’s fault! Party twelve younger sister thought that anger suddenly swelled up again.
"Just now, why are you glaring again?" Zhang Yiping said, "Well, don’t worry, I’ll tell you what I didn’t do to them. I let them both go."
Fang’s 12 sisters were in a slightly better mood, but after a conversation with Zhang Yiping, she was angry again. Zhang Yiping said, "After the two nuns undressed, I found that one of them was a little too big, but the other one was not bad. Although it was a little small but strong, it was difficult for them to win or lose, so I let them go."