The first floor of the bank was still messy, the light was still dim, and every face was still dim, no matter if they were desperate, sad, or in pain, they were still dim.
Hu Yi stood up in the gloom. He had been silent for a long time. He felt that the time had come. He could not guess how many policemen and detective teams would desert because of the gold bars. He only knew that in the past, there were always people who disappeared quietly after cleaning up the rich battlefields. As the captain of the supervision team at that time, he pretended not to know and just ordered people to tick those names in red on the roster. Assuming that they had died for their country, was there actually any difference between them and corpses
Based on his experience and the sound of gunfire that had already occurred several times, Hu Yi estimated that there were fifty to eighty guns outside the bank, including a Czech-style gun outside the front door, with a strength of about two platoons. He also knew that there was a company of security forces stationed in Xinglong Town, but they had never shown up. He guessed that they might be on the periphery, but things on the periphery were not something he could think about at the moment.
We can only assume that the enemy's forces are evenly divided into two halves, one half blocking the front door and the other half blocking the backyard; even if there are not many deserters in the direction of the backyard, the enemy with the gold bars should no longer risk their lives. Most people cannot imagine risking their lives to break out without concentrating at once, but dividing into two waves. This sounds like a very stupid decision. Hu Yi's breathing was much smoother than before.
In fact, he really wanted to arrange for Kanjiu and his men to be the vanguard, but there was no second chance. He did not dare to trust them, and he could not trust them. The police and the detective team could be deserters for the gold bars, but who could guarantee that after leaving the bank, Kanjiu and his men would not abandon the plan for their own lives? Hu Yi had seen this kind of thing many times, because he himself was a deserter, who was not a deserter
"Brother, I want to be one."
Ma Liang's voice was a little hoarse and light. There was still blood on half of his face, but it had already dried. This was not his style as he loved cleanliness.
"Wait until you are willing to wipe your face clean."
Hu Yi knew that he would die as a forward in this state because his heart was still soft and he was no longer alert.
"Fox, let me be the second one this time, okay?"
Xiao Hongying hoped to fight together with Hu Yi. She knew that Hu Yi would never let her be a pioneer, so it would be refreshing to be the fire support and expansion behind Hu Yi.
"Save some energy, hurry up!" The person who spoke was not Hu Yi but Luo Fugui: "You three, Secretary Su, and four, I'll just stay in the back and take care of you two."
"Mule is in second place, and Ma Liang is in the rear."
"Ah? I... am not suitable?"
"At least you're a machine gunner."
"But I don't have a machine gun!"
"What's the difference?"
Therefore, Luo Fugui also began to miss Shi Chengcheng, whose body was still warm. Even though Shi Cheng was always having seizures and doing disgusting and bloody things, that did not affect the trust his comrades had in him. He was a real warrior, and there must be people who continued to think so.
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All the breakout members stopped at the back door of the bank, including Hu Yi, Luo Fugui, Xiao Hongying, Su Qing, Ma Liang, Kan Jiu and the remaining six Zhu Bajie, because two more were killed in the shooting upstairs. Hu Yi was the vanguard, and Kan Jiu did not fight for it, but he gave Hu Yi some bullets, so that Hu Yi's two long magazines and one short magazine of the M1932 were fully loaded, just enough for fifty rounds.
Xiao Hongying found two revolvers from the bodies in the hall. There were not enough bullets, only the ones in the guns. She squinted at Su Qing who asked her for the gun for a long time, and finally handed one of them to Su Qing: "There are eight bullets. Then you have to be responsible for watching the right side. Watch carefully, don't let anyone smash the back of my head."
Some people began to take deep breaths, while others subconsciously clenched their gun handles and began to sweat. They heard Hu Yi say in a deep voice in the dimness: "As long as we are fast enough, we won't face many enemies, perhaps only more than twice our number. The key is at the beginning, don't be reluctant to use bullets! Break through one layer after another, and break through three alleys without changing direction to temporarily get out of the circle. Divide your people into two groups. After you go out, one group will climb over the opposite wall and the other will climb over the right wall. After crossing the wall, all face north. Are you all ready?"
The heavy bolt began to ring, and a ray of light immediately dispelled the darkness, and once again expanded horizontally, illuminating every dark face, and one after another rushed out and plunged into the dazzling light.
When Zhu Bajie was about to jump over the courtyard wall, the back door was suddenly pulled open by Hu Yi.
"You right!" he shouted, then extended the muzzle of his gun to the left out of the door and pulled the trigger horizontally. Luo Fugui extended the muzzle of his gun to the right and also started firing continuously, faster than Hu Yi, as he was more accustomed to doing this.
The two opposing gun muzzles sticking out of the courtyard gate were like two mad dogs barking, and the bullets flew blindly to both sides of the alley outside the gate, hitting the wall and the ground randomly. Probably, they didn't hit anything, but caused panic shouts from both ends of the alley, and people hid like rats.
When the tenth bullet shell jumped out of the gun barrel, Hu Yi rushed out, followed by Ma Liang, who raised his gun and aimed it in the opposite direction of Hu Yi, waiting to shoot. Then it was Xiong who gritted his teeth, tore off Zhu Bajie's mask, revealing his ugly face of unwillingness, picked up the revolver, rushed out of the courtyard gate, chased after Hu Yi from the side, and rushed to one end of the alley.
The alley was not wide, but seemed very long, with blue brick and gray walls and the blue sky covering it. At this time, Hu Yi would only focus on the muzzle of the gun. The recoil of shooting hit his arms and shoulders again and again, making him shake and inexplicably excited. He didn't even feel the vertically thrown shell accidentally hitting the brim of his own hat. He was determined to suppress the target outside the alley entrance and dared not stick his head out, and move forward.
Behind Hu Yi, Luo Fugui tried to control his pace, fearing that he would be overtaken, because the alley ahead frightened him. There must be gun muzzles on both sides, that was the gate of hell! He held the muzzle tightly but did not shoot. This bear had never been very interested in shooting. Out of the instinct of a machine gunner, he wanted to wait until Boss Hu changed the magazine, and he had to keep suppressing him. He didn't want to die in this damn alley, but he also didn't want to die at the alley ahead. For the first time, he was tormented by the dilemma of dying here or there.
They were all unable to notice how well they cooperated. When the twentieth shell popped out of Hu Yi's m1932, Luo Fugui's gun muzzle trembled violently. The connection was extremely perfect, but... the fear of the front caused him to subconsciously switch to continuous shooting mode without knowing it. The muzzle of his gun never stopped jumping, and he went mad and fiercely. A gust of bullets rained down like a strong wind, rushing towards the empty alley in front of them without thinking. Whether it was the walls on both sides or the ground, the flying gray mist bloomed like flowers, and then it was hazy.
The gate of hell was approaching, with only a dozen meters left to the alley. Hu Yi had already started to speed up and was sticking to the left wall, with the muzzle of his gun leaning more and more to the right. If he hadn't been in front, Luo Fugui might have turned around and ran away. This bear didn't know what force was driving him to speed up as well, gradually approaching the right wall, with the muzzle of his gun leaning to the left. He had to face everything on the left and see who would be shot into a sieve. His legs felt like lead, but he was still possessed and was being dragged by the devil in front of him, with his soul of fear running, unable to turn back...