If the independent regiment is a big family, then the third company has always behaved like a sensible and well-behaved child; seeing the unlucky brother of the second company taking the limelight in everything, and the wicked brother of the ninth company talking nonsense every day, the third company laughs at their reckless bravery but feels jealous in their hearts.
The attack on Xinglong Town was probably the first truly independent action of the Third Company. Yang Deshi valued the political significance, Hao Ping hoped to gain glory, and the soldiers were looking forward to additional equipment. In addition to the security forces and the police detective team, even if they escaped fast, they would always leave something behind.
It was just past noon, three miles west of Xinglong Town, and the wild grass was occasionally moving without wind. If one could look down from the sky, one could find that there were more than 300 Eighth Route Army soldiers hiding here. Although they were hiding, they were all anxious and restless and could not contain themselves.
In the sight, gunshots were being heard in Xinglong Town, and they had not stopped for a full fifteen minutes.
Hao Ping, hiding behind the grass, was about to frown. The security forces of that company were all outside the town, and the defenses in four directions were obviously to block the town. This was an unexpected situation. His original plan was to launch the attack before dusk, splitting the three companies into two parts, one to rush directly into the town, and the other to rush directly into the security forces station. The tactics were simple and direct with few surprises, but now the original plan was ruined.
He cursed Pan Zhuzi countless times in his heart for losing the big picture for the small. He thought that all this was entirely caused by Pan Zhuzi's greed for small gains, and that the fierce fighting in the city was caused by Pan Zhuzi stirring up a hornet's nest.
Yang Deshi's face was also dark. Hao Ping's endless silence finally made him unable to help but ask: "Are you still going to wait until the evening as planned? Why don't you express your opinion? If you plan to do it now, you can't hesitate any longer!"
"If we fight now, the plan needs to be redeployed and it will take time to deploy. Are we going to come all this way just to fire a few shots and watch these security forces flee on the spot?"
"Do you want to deploy more? You... want to surround us? Do we have enough troops? Time is running out!"
"Don't worry, I know time is tight, so I won't surround them all. I'll surround three of them and leave one of them alive, leaving them a way to escape, and then I'll skin them alive!"
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The offensive against the money houses was a chaotic mess!
The incompetent captain only said to fight, but no one knew how to fight, so everyone should fight on their own. It is better without the supervision of the superior.
Police beat police, and the detective team beat the detective team.
Those who were at the front door attacked those who were at the front door. Most of them were policemen. Under the cover of all kinds of chaotic shooting, some of them rushed across the street and hid under the windows of the money house with heavy gates closed, crawling, curling up or praying. Two policemen were already huddled at the gate of the money house, and they were angrily asking the guys behind them for grenades to blow up the door. So the guys behind them continued to ask the guys behind them for grenades, because they didn't have those either.
People in the backyard fought against people in the backyard. Most of them were the detective team. They tried to climb over the wall to enter the backyard of the bank, but unfortunately a few fools in the second-floor window desperately shot at the backyard wall. The detective team had no choice but to stay outside the wall and shoot at the second floor. The fire was so fierce that ashes and broken bricks flew everywhere. No one had the courage to go to the roof at the back to set up a firepower point to suppress the back window of the second floor. Of course, even if someone could think of it, no one would be willing to do the job of being the first to stick their heads out.
Before the crisis, all the evildoers in the bank automatically cooperated without anyone having to step in.
All the Pigs rushed to the second floor. They used the windows on the second floor to shoot desperately at the street in front or at the backyard, delaying the attack of the police and the detective team.
The masked robbers were divided into two groups. One group continued to hide in the counter on the first floor. Once the door was breached, they would use bullets to block the door and guard the lobby on the first floor. The other group guarded the back door. Each of them held their guns tightly, listening to the repeated shooting and explosions inside and outside the building, and they were either gasping or shivering.
No one cared about the hostages anymore, so why should they? Everyone knew what happened outside the gate, and those who surrendered outside all became corpses in the sun. Now they could only cry without souls, or curse blindly, with no way out.
Xiao Hongying was sitting under a window on the second floor. She did not participate in the shooting because she had only seven bullets left in her rifle, which she habitually kept for the last-minute response.
From time to time, stray bullets flew into the window above her head, hitting the ceiling or the opposite wall, and then falling dust. In her eyes, this was a scene, but she didn't have the heart to watch it at the moment. Shi Cheng was dead, and she felt that she would probably die here too. This experienced soldier understood the situation well and couldn't get out!
She was in a daze, not feeling sad. No matter Shi Cheng's death or her own situation, the sadness under the rain of bullets was worthless. She was just waiting, waiting for Zhu Bajie next to her to fall down, and then she could change guns and go on the field. This was not a curse on her friendly forces, but a reality that would happen sooner or later.
Hu Yi was still on the first floor, in the corner of the rest area, but now he was sitting in the middle of the bench where Su Qing had sat, slowly loading bullets into the magazine. He didn't have many bullets, he didn't bring many with him, and the exchange of fire with the masked robbers consumed most of them, so the remaining bullets couldn't fill two long magazines.
Ma Liang sat in the corner in silence. Hu Yi estimated that he was not only thinking about Shi Cheng, but also about more things, because he was Ma Liang, and he always thought about more. Luo Fugui never went upstairs after he went downstairs. Now he was hiding in the counter with those masked robbers. Hu Yi knew that this loser didn't want to leave him. He thought he was safe wherever he was. And Su Qing sat next to Hu Yi, on the same bench, maybe only 20 centimeters away. Later, she sat next to him like this, sitting very steadily, and didn't say anything.
Outside the door, outside the wall, and upstairs, the chaotic explosions of shooting continued to be clear and sharp.
However, Hu Yi had to continue pretending to be unhurried and loaded the bullets into the magazine steadily. There was also a howling storm in his mind and his thoughts became a whirlpool. He reluctantly described one breakout plan after another. In each plan, he fell down, and those who should have survived did not survive. This problem had no solution at all. He thought he was not calm enough, and reluctantly continued to reluctantly build the next plan.
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Seven miles east of Xinglong Town, there are several long rows of new brick houses on the plain, located in a large courtyard surrounded by a new wooden fence. The wooden fence encloses a large open space with the weeds not yet cleared, making it look like a playground. Even the roads inside and outside the yard are paved with new soil, and the conspicuous yellow earth color can be seen.
A major of the security forces walked out of the door impatiently, climbed directly onto the roof along the ladder beside the door, and frowned towards the west with his hands on the pergola in the sunlight. The sound of gunfire was faint and continued.
Another captain of the security forces came out of the house, looked around, and finally found the major on the roof. He couldn't help asking, "Captain, didn't we just install a telephone? How about I give him a call and ask?"
The major on the roof said angrily: "What a bullshit commander, commander, can you change your tone? It makes me upset!"
"Uh... okay. Captain, do you want me to go ask?"
"What the hell are you asking? The sound of gunfire doesn't sound like a serious battle. I think it's another riot by the Rangers. If it was a serious incident, those losers in the town should have come to us to call us daddy, right?"
Hearing the battalion commander say this, the captain laughed, and then the battalion commander on the roof also laughed arrogantly, the bullet marks on his forehead reflected in the sun. He was once a defeated soldier, and his surname was Wang...