Hearing Zhang Xiaoqiang's calculation, the third son didn't say anything, and groped aside with the rifle on his back until he hid in the corner where only half of the wall remained.
The third son has also learned a lot, knowing that lighting the Molotov cocktail over there will not become a living target for the enemy.
The conversation between the third son and Zhang Xiaoqiang was overheard by members of the combat team hiding aside, they were so angry that their teeth were itchy, the brothers who were on guard during this period were the two team members who roasted mice.
Both of them were former construction workers, and they both came to work in the same place. Both of them are very generous, and they are willing to share any good things they have. Their generosity is extremely rare in this end of the world when supplies are scarce. Now they are surrounded by others. The powerful people were killed, how could they not be angry? After all, they are life and death brothers who fought together!
A crawling sound broke the silence of the night, and then I vaguely saw the weeds that were standing still shaking slightly. Although there is no moon and the sight is not good, the woods and weeds in the distance are still there. Being able to see the general situation and seeing the movement in the distance, all the people opened the safety of the Bayi-style rifles, and pointed the muzzles at the weeds that made noise not far away.
A red light shone on the wall where the third son was hiding, and the third son suddenly stood up and threw the burning Molotov cocktail, after which he squatted down again.
"Shu, swipe..." Countless long arrows piercing the night sky were nailed to the old wall behind him, or flew over his head and landed in the distance. The third son was unmoved by the sharp arrows around him, and he watched the movement around him. , ready to throw a second.
Zhang Xiaoqiang saw a Molotov cocktail that lit up the darkness across the night sky and fell into the weeds. Maybe the ground of the grass was too soft, the Molotov cocktail was not broken, but the flammable bottle mouth ignited the surrounding dry weeds, and countless figures were exposed. under firelight.
Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't yell to open fire like the squad leader in the movie, he just pointed the gun at the shadowy figures and pulled the trigger.
Zhang Xiaoqiang's gunshots were an order. Dozens of Bayi-type rifles fired together, and the feet-long gun flames illuminated the faces of the people who were shooting. , the countless figures were shot down by the sudden bullets, or fell to the ground in fright.
"Tatata..." The Type 53 heavy machine gun fired, and countless bullets that were as bright as fluorescent light strafed the weeds, and the waist-deep weeds fell to the ground like crops that had been knocked down by a sickle. The man jumped up from the ground and kept beating the fire head on his body.
As soon as he stood up, he was swept into two pieces by the following heavy machine gun at the waist. The man was not completely dead at once, his upper body was still rolling, and his mouth continued to let out miserable wailing .
The second Molotov cocktail was thrown out by Sanzi, but he didn't throw it into the weeds where Zhang Xiaoqiang and the others were shooting. The burning bottle drew a slanted line in the air, and flew behind Zhang Xiaoqiang with a burning afterimage.
There was a gunshot in the darkness behind Zhang Xiaoqiang, and a blue gun flame lit up. The glass of wine in the air was shattered by the flying bullets, "Boom..." The shattered incendiary bottle turned into a big fireball in the air and fell to the ground , The burning flame burned everything that could be ignited on the ground, and countless figures appeared behind the mountain... "Da da da..." The third son raised his Bayi-style rifle and fired, and the scattered bullets looked like fleeting bullets. Meteors sprinkled among the shadowy crowd, and the enemy who circled up from behind reacted super fast. The moment Sanzi's rifle sprayed out the flames, he fell on his stomach, but how could the human body's reaction be faster than the speed of the bullet? , Immediately, two people fell sideways while clutching their chests at the moment of lying down.
The third son's gun was ready to shoot at the crowd lying on the ground, but he saw the sound of gunfire on the ground over there. With countless bright gun flames, bullets like raindrops hit the broken wall in front of the third son. superior.
The bullets kept shooting at half of the old brick wall that he used as a cover, and countless brick fragments splashed by the bullets flew around. The third son's face became hot, and then a burning wound appeared on his face.
The third son immediately squatted down to temporarily avoid the raindrops of bullets, "When..." a bullet shot straight into the third son's police helmet.
The huge kinetic energy knocked the third son down. The third son was lying on the weedy ground with the rifle in his hand. His mind was buzzing. Looking at the fluorescent stray bullets flying in the sky, he felt that his head seemed to be gone. He groped He took off the helmet and shook his head vigorously. It took him a while to feel that his mind was not as dizzy as before.
The third son put on his helmet again and jumped to the bunker on the broken wall to shoot there. Several people got up from the ground and came towards this side with their guns. As soon as the third son's gunshot rang, they immediately knelt down on one knee, The upper shoulder of the rifle pulled the trigger toward Sanzi.
The people over there were also using a Type 81 automatic rifle, and the intensive firepower pressed the head of the third son under the cover so that he could not show his face. These people were suppressing the third son with firepower, while the people behind them got up from the ground to take advantage The third son was suppressed and charged behind Zhang Xiaoqiang... Zhang Xiaoqiang was originally attracted by the enemy's frontal attack. He didn't realize he was fooled until the third son exchanged fire with the enemy behind him. Up to now, the frontal enemy has not been used. The rifle returned the hand, and what was remarkable was a few long arrows made of earth.
Zhang Xiaoqiang's powerful firepower suppressed the enemies in front of him so that he couldn't raise his head. Hearing the dense gunshots behind him, Zhang Xiaoqiang knew that he had been fooled. The enemies in front of him were just a group of miscellaneous fish that attracted his firepower, and the real opponent was hiding behind him.
Zhang Xiaoqiang asked the five people to keep suppressing the firepower of the frontal enemy, and he and the rest of the team members turned around and shot behind them. The enemies who came up from behind didn't expect Zhang Xiaoqiang's firepower to be so fierce, and the bullets poured on them as if they didn't want money. Not daring to continue charging, they all lay down on the ground and shot towards Zhang Xiaoqiang.
The difference came out after the formal exchange of fire between the two sides. Listening to the sound, both Zhang Xiaoqiang’s side and the people on the other side were using Bayi-style rifles, but Zhang Xiaoqiang’s side usually shot in bursts, and even the bursts of three bullets were rarely fired. The side basically shoots in bursts, although the number of people there is unknown, but Zhang Xiaoqiang's side is completely suppressing the opponent.
When Zhang Xiaoqiang emptied a magazine, the Type 53 heavy machine gun had adjusted its gun position. The nearly meter long blue gun flame was particularly eye-catching in the dark night. The whole position is completely under control, now they can't even turn around and run away, let alone attack Zhang Xiaoqiang's side.
Now Zhang Xiaoqiang is taking the initiative. The firepower of the heavy machine gun makes the opponent dare not fight back. As long as the gun flame lights up there, the bullets of the heavy machine gun will completely wipe it out. They were completely smoothed out by the dense bullets. Seeing that the enemy had been crushed by his side, Zhang Xiaoqiang pulled out the Desert Eagle and went around to the side. Although Shangguan Qiaoyun had been raising the gun to shoot, most of her attention was concentrated On Zhang Xiaoqiang's body, seeing Zhang Xiaoqiang moving, he followed behind Zhang Xiaoqiang with a rifle in his hand.
Of course Zhang Xiaoqiang would not rashly rush to the battlefield to kill all directions, he wanted to give the enemy a counter-outflank to block them, and when it was dawn, he could take care of them slowly, the broken Molotov cocktails were still scattered in the open space between the two sides With the bright light illuminating the surroundings, Zhang Xiaoqiang grasped the pistol and groped to one side. He had just reached the edge illuminated by the flames, and was about to sink into the darkness.