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It didn't take half an hour, or even just ten minutes, for all the indigenous people to understand how to pull the trigger and throw the grenade.
Shooting is still a bit difficult for them. After all, it is their first time to touch something made of steel. But throwing grenades is much easier.
When they hunt wild beasts in the jungle, they will throw spears or sharp stones. What they need most is accuracy. The iron lump can be thrown as a stone.
Following the gigolo's order, Johnson and Tooth Skull led the tribe members back the same way they came from the cave, making a full circle.
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An hour later, the militants who were ready to move finally couldn't restrain the mania and impulse in their hearts, and began to shoot tentatively at the residents. However, the sound of gunshots and bullets were like nothing in the sea, and even a wave did not stir.
These militants are just a ragtag group around Rudawang. Three or four forces together can only number a hundred people.
These militants are even more involved among the gangsters and mercenaries. If they can occupy this station, they can develop. It is precisely because of this that the station of the Fire Ant Mercenary Group is so attractive to them.
When there was no response to the shooting test, these militants became bolder and approached the gate of the station that had been blasted and not repaired in twos and threes.
The gigolo and Zhao Qiang who were hiding behind the bunker did not hesitate at all. They simply pulled the trigger of the heavy machine gun in their hands. Violent gunfire suddenly sounded in the jungle, and the flames ejected from the muzzle were like tongues of fire.
The several militants who were scouting the road in front had no time to react before they were swept to the ground like wheat. With the violent power of the heavy machine gun, the bullets fell on the ground and exploded a bloody hole the size of a small washbasin. Their internal organs were smashed together, and some of them were even unlucky enough to be cut in half by the power of bullets, and their identities were separated.
The gunfire suddenly stopped, and four or five scattered corpses collapsed on the ground. They couldn't even be called corpses. It would be more accurate to say that they were mutilated pieces of flesh. Blood stained the broken door.
The gunfire and death did not daunt the militants outside
Their cowardice even made them even crazier. They didn't need anyone to give orders. They all rushed towards the gate like crazy. There were even two or three people holding one person up from all sides of the wall.
The chaotic sound of gunfire suddenly tore apart the silent morning, and the sky was just bright but was dyed blood-red.
The armed men who rushed in didn't care about their own life or death. They held the guns in their arms and fired wildly at Zhao Qiang and the gigolos.
Zhao Qiang and the gigolo frantically squeezed the triggers. The powerful recoil of the heavy machine gun made their bodies tremble slightly. The bullets poured out crazily, harvesting the cheap lives in front of them.
The bullets fired made the bunker bang with a bang, and the sack was riddled with holes. The sand and soil inside splashed everywhere and poured into the mouths and noses of Zhao Qiang and the gigolo, but at this moment, the two of them couldn't care less. so much.
Facing more and more enemies rushing in, the density of shooting is getting higher and higher. Even if there is a bunker, it cannot guarantee the safety of the two of them.
The distance between the gate and the entrance of the cave is only three to four hundred meters. If this continues, the two people will be surrounded and killed in the station.
The militants in front of them were obviously red-eyed as they had been killed. They didn't know how to hide at all. They just pointed out the muzzles of their guns to give those behind them a chance to rush in. For those of them who grew up in slums, life is worthless and cheap, whether it is the lives of others or their own.
The gigolo felt that it was almost time. Everyone from outside should have rushed into the station. He grabbed Zhao Qiang, who was still shooting wildly, and shouted: "Retreat, retreat! Johnson, let your people use all the grenades in their hands." Throw it into the station, quickly, quickly!"
Zhao Qiang was obviously a little crazy. The gigolo hugged his neck, pulled him down to the ground, and dragged him into the cave.
"Made, now is not the time for you to go crazy." The gigolo yelled and cursed in Zhao Qiang's ear.
Zhao Qiang also reacted and quickly blocked the entrance of the cave with the prepared thick wooden boards, and then placed the cabinets and beds in the cave on the thick wooden boards.
When the armed men in the camp saw Zhao Qiang and the gigolo retreating to the entrance of the cave, they roared with excitement, and the shooting became more and more frenzied, with bullets flying towards the entrance of the cave in an unpredictable manner.
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Thumb-sized bullet holes were suddenly penetrated through the thick wooden board, and beams of light shone into the dark cave. As wood chips flew across the sky, stray bullets roared inside the cave.
At this moment, Zhao Qiang and the gigolo both got into the hole of the underground palace. The gigolo shouted: "Johnson, where are you now? Mader, hurry up, or I will be killed by you!" At the end of the river is an underground river with no entrance or exit. It can be said to be a dead end.
"We have arrived at the location! Don't worry, I won't let these people hurt you and Brother Erqiang." Johnson said in a deep voice, then shouted: "Take out the steel pin from the grenade in your hand and throw it into the station! "
He and the forty indigenous people on both sides of Tooth Skull lined up horizontally, and each of them had three or four grenades hanging on their bodies.
Hearing Johnson's roar, these indigenous people pulled out the steel pins from the prepared grenades and threw them into the station.
The accuracy of throwing grenades is too simple for these indigenous people. Swish, swish... grenades are thrown into the station one after another.
Some of the crazy militants in the camp noticed the iron lumps flying over their heads. Before they realized what was going on, violent explosions sounded one after another, and the militants who had no time to react were suddenly blown into a hornet's nest. . Forty grenades exploded in the station at the same time. The destructive power caused can be imagined, and it can even be said that there is no coverage of the angle of view.
The violent explosion also stunned the indigenous people who threw the grenades. They did not realize that the iron lump in their hands made such a terrifying explosion.
They were in a daze, but Johnson didn't. He immediately yelled: "Don't be dazed, throw all the grenades in your hands at me as fast as possible!"
The indigenous people reacted immediately, and there was no longer any hesitation at that moment. Swish, swish, swish... all the grenades were directed towards the station.
The hysterical screams mixed with the explosion made it even more miserable. When the explosion stopped completely, the screams also disappeared, as if it had never happened.
"Qiang Sen, take your people close to the station. Zhao Qiang and I will go check out what's going on outside first!"