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This is the difference between the white horse and the yellow spring. In terms of calculations, the yellow spring is not as good as the white horse, but when it comes to fighting, the white horse is a dead horse in front of the yellow spring.
Before the tentative light infantry approached, the Baima troops were completely disintegrated. What was worse than the disintegration was that the rest of the people were all suppressed against the wall and could not move. The men who received the rifles had already run away in a hurry. Well, even his subordinates can't hold back the bullets. Those people just took the rifle bullets. If they are in a hurry, the bullets will be shot at themselves first, so the subordinates below can only watch those men throw their guns on the ground. They ran without a trace, and no one had the confidence to stop them. They pinned all their hopes on the white horse. There was no woman to snatch, as long as they survived.
The white horse did not disappoint them, and shouted on the ten-meter-high wall:
"Go in, pour gasoline on all the supplies, control all the skilled workers, and put..."
After being reminded by the white horse, all those subordinates came to their senses. Their only way out was to kidnap the entire base and exchange the safety of the entire base for their lives. At that moment, more than 20 men below ran towards the valley together, while running Still shouting to open the door,
When they approached the gate, the gate opened, and they speeded up and were about to rush into the gate. Suddenly, the muzzle of a type heavy machine gun was exposed in everyone's eyes. A strange soldier stared at them with cold eyes, and just as they opened their mouths to shout, heavy machine guns fired...
The white horse stood on the watchtower in despair. Even the double-mounted 4.mm anti-aircraft machine guns parked beside him could not give him a sense of security. In an hour, he lost all his bargaining chips. Now he can no longer command The only thing anyone can control is himself.
There are still dozens of his subordinates in the watchtower. These subordinates are completely in disarray. No one is willing to listen to him. They released the imprisoned He Wenbin and his third son, and directly surrendered to the soldiers surrounding the watchtower.
The shelling on the wall had stopped, and hundreds of men with their hands raised above their heads were coming down. Their clothes were torn and torn, stained with black smoke, and many places still had traces of being burned by flames.
The top of the wall was in a mess, with countless corpses lying on it, blood flowing along the gutter, hundreds of people were killed by shells, most of them were dead, and there were fires and flames everywhere around them. Thick smoke, broken weapon parts scattered all over the place, two thick and long barrels twisted into shape, connected to the base and fell to the ground, behind the base, the whole ground was covered with a layer of sauce black meat sauce With wood fragments, the artillery shell was detonated, destroying the entire artillery group in an instant, and a shallow pit was blown out on the ground, exposing several bent steel bars.
The white horse blankly watched the more than a thousand soldiers scattered below fill the entire residential area, and countless guns were pointed at him who was standing on a high place and looked out.
"Giggle..."
There was the sound of teeth colliding beside him, and four men stood out from behind the twin anti-aircraft machine guns without firing a single shot. With his hands raised above his head, he didn't care that their leader was standing beside them, and his two rows of big teeth kept bumping up and down, as if he was already swaying coldly in this not so cold late autumn.
The white horse looked up at the blue sky, finally closed his eyes, pulled out the pistol at his waist, opened the safety, and pointed it at his temple.
"Whew..."
With a soft sound, a bullet from a Type 92 sniper rifle that came out of nowhere hit the white horse's wrist holding the gun. The White Horse screamed and covered its bleeding right hand. The black Type 92 pistol rolled in the air and fell to the ground under the watchtower. There was a rattling sound.
"Don't you want me to die so happily?"
The white horse looked at the subordinates who walked out of the watchtower with their hands raised, and couldn't help but smiled bitterly. Then the third son appeared in front of him. The third son's complexion was very bad, his eyes were bloodshot, and he seemed to have not slept for a long time. A layer of ashes, hair drooping above the eyes like a messy weed nest, without the black oil before, it is as yellow as withered grass.
"Old classmate, are you here to kill me? This matter has nothing to do with you, I did it all, take my head and give them an explanation..."
People who are about to die have good words. Baima feels that he is really sorry for the third son. Although he has never afforded the third son, after joining the base, the third son has always been taking care of him. There will never be a chance to make up for the third son.
"He Wenbin is dead, someone needs to be responsible, you can't afford this responsibility,"
The third son said these words with a blank face, and ignored this old classmate who cheated him into trusting him, but ruined him with one hand. If he could live again, he would be the first to explode the ass of his head teacher, damn it His soul mentor ruined his whole life, whether it was before the end of the world or after the end of the world.
"well!"
The white horse smiled wryly. The meaning of the third son was very clear. This time, the third son might have to pay for He Wenbin's life. He followed behind the third son and walked down step by step. Passing by the room where He Wenbin was being held, he saw that he was lying on the hospital bed. He Wenbin on the Internet, He Wenbin has become so thin that only his bones are left.
He Wenbin's death was planned by Baima, but he didn't really want to kill He Wenbin, he just wanted to make He Wenbin lose his ability to act and transfer the power center of the base to the third son, but the person who did it didn't know the severity. A woman with the waist of a water snake, I'm afraid she will die a miserable death this time.
"Third son, I have nothing to say this time. I am too ambitious, and sometimes I don't know myself, which makes you a burden. In fact, the matter between you and that woman is not as serious as you think. It is not as serious as you and that cockroach brother. I shouldn't use this matter to sway you, if you really hate me, you can kill me, if I can die in your hands, I am willing... "
The white horse walked beside the third son, just like usual, talking to the third son in a chatty tone, the third son suddenly stopped, turned to look at the white horse and said:
"Prince, in fact, you don't know Brother Cockroach. He doesn't care if I marry ten or twenty women. As long as I follow him and listen to him, I won't be punished by him if I have some problems occasionally.
But Brother Cockroach hates someone who betrays, or someone doesn't listen to greetings. That woman was named by Brother Cockroach, and no official team member or manager can touch her. If I could kill her with all my heart, it would be a one-and-done thing, but this regret medicine is not good.
In fact, I can also guess some of the things you do. You plot against me, why didn't I intend to plot against you? You have something hidden outside, and you want to wait for Brother Cockroach to come back, and I will use your belongings to redeem your sins, but unfortunately, Brother Cockroach is gone, and I have missed a move... . "
The third son shook his head and didn't want to continue, but the white horse understood that the third son was not as incompetent as he thought, and the third son also found out that something was wrong, so he decided to use him to claim credit for Brother Cockroach, but Zhang Xiaoqiang was surprised The disappearance made the third son at a loss, which is why he succeeded in usurping power.
"Forget it, it's useless to say too much. He Wenbin is dead. Someone has to be buried with him. It's either me or you, or the two of us. However, I have to confess the woman next to He Wenbin. Everything was ruined by that woman. Without He Wenbin, there will be no way out for me."
Baima's face was slightly distorted. He owed others a lot, said some kind words and said sorry, but he felt that others were sorry for him, and he wanted that person's life.