Chapter 672 Advance Team
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Time passed minute by minute, and with thirty seconds left, Zhang Feng suddenly stood up from the corner.
I walked quickly to the stairs blocked by cement and waited quietly!
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Not only Zhang Feng, but everyone else is waiting.
Time is still moving forward frame by frame.
The frontline commander of the Rwandan Army, Chelfang, had already walked out of the marching tent. His face was completely rigid, with the solemnity before the war.
Ding! time up!
Qie Fang ordered: "Attack the reactionary troops on all fronts!"
The artillery set up in the military-controlled area of the Rwanda Army began to roar crazily, and the shells roared towards the territory of the reactionary army and suddenly exploded.
Along with the earth-shattering explosion, huge balls of fire suddenly erupted.
The reactionary army was like pouring cold water into a hot oil pan, and then exploded. The screams of the sky and the earth were mixed with the sound of the explosion.
Zhang Feng's eyes narrowed slightly. He was still waiting, waiting for the reactionary army to take action.
Only when the reactionary army takes action can he have the opportunity to take advantage of the situation.
Taking advantage of the suppressed firepower brought by the artillery, the advance team of the Rwandan Army began to rush crazily towards the territory of the reactionary army.
There is no trace of modern war here, but it looks like a battlefield in World War II.
There are no high-tech and sophisticated weapons, but only human-centered battles. Such a war is like a huge meat grinder. Once the two sides collide, they will crush each other's lives.
The gigolo's face was also gloomy, and he did not immediately send out the massacre brigade.
The main body of this battle, or the main force, is the Rwandan Army. Only when the Rwandan Army and the reactionary army are entangled and the blood massacre brigade suddenly appears can it have the effect of taking it by surprise and attacking it unprepared.
The reactionary army was not slow to respond, but they did not attack rashly. After a short period of panic, the first line of defense was built.
The first line of defense is a trench half a meter deep, equipped with heavy machine guns.
Just when the Rwandan army rushed to a distance of seven or eight hundred meters from the position, the roar of heavy machine guns suddenly sounded.
The violent sound of shooting suddenly tore open the night, and tongues of fire intertwined to form a dense firepower network.
If you are a veteran, you will definitely bend your waist or even crawl on the ground at this time to move forward.
However, the advance team of the Rwandan Army were all newly recruited refugees, that is, pure raw melons and eggs, with no experience at all.
Even at the moment when the violent gunfire rang out, half of the people were stunned and stood there dumbly, at a loss.
Although Rwanda continues to be in war, they are no stranger to war, but this is completely different from being in a hail of bullets.
"Da da da da da..."
The powerful bullets from the heavy machine gun exploded with blood sprays on the bodies of these recruits, and the powerful force tore off pieces of skin and flesh from their bodies.
The screams were like a Shura field. Blood rushed and splashed away, dyeing the ground where their bodies lay bright red.
The soldiers of the Rwandan advance team fell down in rows like wheat. The tragedy was horrifying.
Rows of bullets broke some soldiers at the waist, and the waist was bloody and bloody, but he did not die immediately.
With his palms stained red by blood, he crawled forward with his hands on the ground, his expression was horrified, and he was shouting something unknown in his mouth. Maybe he was begging the gods to save him, but with his current injury, even the gods were helpless.
As he crawled forward, his intestines flowed out along the broken waist wound, stretching as long as a newborn's umbilical cord that had not yet been cut short.
Lucky Man, who was huddled in the crater not far away, looked at this scene in horror. His cheeks still looked childish, maybe he was fifteen or sixteen years old. There were tears on his face, and his body was trembling while holding an automatic rifle. trembling.
He had no idea that the war would be so cruel. He joined the Rwandan Army just to manage one meal a day so that he would not starve to death.
He wanted to get rid of the gun in his arms, because it was too scary. A person's life was as fragile as an ant under the muzzle of his gun.
But he couldn't, because such a dangerous firearm could bring him the last faint sense of security.
There is no mercy or sympathy in war. As long as you enter the battlefield, there are only two results.
The first is to die on the battlefield. The body may be eaten by hyenas and vultures, or burned to ashes by a fire.
The second result is to walk out of the battlefield alive as a winner, which may cause war syndrome and a series of other problems in the future.
In short, war is far more terrifying than those who have never experienced war imagine.
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As soon as the Rwandan Army's advance team came into contact with the reactionary army, an order was issued: "Blood Massacre Brigade, everyone listen to the order and attack! Remember my words, ammunition is worthless compared to your lives. Greet the enemy with all your heart."
The Blood Massacre Brigade attacked and moved quickly from the flanks towards the first line of defense of the reactionary army's position.
Compared with the advance team of the Rwandan Army, which rushed towards the reactionary army's positions like dumbfounded young men, the mercenaries of the Blood Massacre Brigade were like African lions foraging for food in the African wilderness, swift but silent.
The gigolo who rushed at the front suddenly stopped when he was still five hundred meters away from the heavy machine gun position. The corners of his mouth twitched twice and his eyes narrowed slightly.
Through the telescope, he clearly saw the tragic scene of Rwandan Army soldiers being shot.
How can I not understand what is going on!
It is clear that the commander of the Rwandan Army is using the new recruits as cannon fodder!
At other times, the gigolo doesn't care whether you use new recruits as cannon fodder. After all, veterans who have experienced war are the foundation of a unit's combat effectiveness, and no one wants to lose.
But now, the person named Qie Fang is actually cooperating with himself. Using such a method, wouldn't it be like selling himself out, especially since Zhang Feng is still in the core of the enemy-occupied area and can be discovered at any time.
He lowered his head and glanced at his watch. The battle had already started for four minutes, and the feint time was scheduled to be five minutes. At that time, Zhang Feng's side would start taking action. It is definitely too late to change plans at short notice.
The only thing he can do is to bite the bullet and go ahead, otherwise Zhang Feng will definitely be in danger!
"Cheer room, right? If I don't pull your head off and kick it with a ball during these battles, I won't be a gigolo."
After cursing hatefully in his heart, he decisively issued an order: "Blood Slaughter Brigade, everyone, listen to the order, attack with all firepower in one minute! Destroy the enemy's first position as quickly as possible!"
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