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他从二楼的窗后紧盯着慢慢靠近的敌人。“我没子弹了!”刚才,他听到左右窗户里的战友小声说。他们的子弹已经用光,而他也只剩最后一发了。“只此一发。”他对自己说,“要是打不着,我们都得完。”他仔细地瞄好准星,射出了他的最后一发子弹。他看到那个家伙向前踉跄了几步,倒在地上,浑身战栗着。中弹者在地上慢慢伸出手,在他的军服里找着什么,终于,他掏出了一只黑色的皮夹,在里面摸索着。队长喊着:“他手里有东西,下去看看他在干什么!”
He stared at the slowly approaching enemy from behind the window on the second floor. “I did not bullet! ” Just now, he heard the comrades in the windows around whispered. Their bullets have been used up, and he has only one final haircut. He said to himself, “If it can not, we’ll end up.” He carefully aimed his sight and fired his last bullet. He saw the guy wandering forward a few steps, fell to the ground, trembling all over. The bombardman slowly extended his hand on the ground, looking for something in his military uniform. Finally, he pulled out a black wallet and groping inside. Captain shouted: “He has something in his hand, go see what he is doing!”