Chapter 673 The gigolo’s suppressed anger
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Although the order to attack was given, the gigolo's face looked very ugly.
Because Qie Fang used the recruit Danzi as the advance team, the only effect it achieved was to waste the opponent's bullets and attract the opponent's firepower, but it did not cause any trouble to the opponent. Such behavior was completely opportunistic!
So the current situation is that in order for Zhang Feng to create a place to destroy the place where Horsley hides arms, the Blood Massacre Brigade must coordinate and become the main attack on the reactionary army. The Blood Massacre Brigade will inevitably cause unexpected casualties. !
"Qie Fang, I will make you pay a sufficient price for your stupid behavior! Hum!" The gigolo's cold snort was filled with deep murderous intent!
The Blood Massacre Brigade quickly approached the first front line of the reactionary army's position. The firepower struck from scratch and was extremely sudden.
If it's just suddenness, it's not the scariest thing!
The most terrifying thing is that it is sudden and has powerful attack power.
Well-trained and experienced mercenaries are simply not comparable to the recruits of the Rwandan army's advance team.
The weapons in their hands have become the most powerful and real weapons of death.
Each mercenary's expression was deep, neither sad nor happy. His fingers pulled the trigger steadily and rhythmically, and deadly bullets whizzed against the barrel of the gun and ejected from the muzzle.
It rotated and got into the heads of the reactionary soldiers.
Blood splattered and screams continued...
For the first time, the reactionary soldiers directly caused a lot of casualties. After panicking, the reactionary soldiers directly turned the muzzles of the heavy machine guns and rushed in the direction of the bloody massacre brigade. For them, the advance team of the Rwandan Army directly opposite had no power, just like a group of sheep. Even if they were given weapons, they would not be able to produce any lethality.
And the blood-slaughter brigade that attacked them from the flank looked like lions. Even if the teeth fall out and the tiger's claws are bruised, the tiger's power is still there. What's more, the Blood Slaughter Brigade at this time is a lion in its prime, capable of biting any prey that dares to provoke them.
Faced with the reaction from the heavy machine gun positions of the reactionary army, the mercenaries of the Blood Massacre Brigade responded very quickly, crawling on the spot, looking for bunkers, then shooting, and throwing grenades to suppress them. But at the first moment, more than a dozen mercenaries were shot and fell to the ground. Half of them were killed directly, and the other half were hit by bullets in the torso. But even if you don't die on the spot, it will be difficult to survive on the battlefield after losing combat effectiveness. Even if you can survive, you will be disabled for the rest of your life.
The gigolo's cheeks bulged out, and his teeth were biting fiercely, making a clicking sound. The situation in front of him was what he was most worried about!
Without the Rwandan army's firepower to hold back the opponent's firepower, his own bloody massacre brigade will inevitably suffer casualties.
The slight twitching of the corners of his mouth showed how much anger he had in his heart, and all of this anger came from the Che room.
He lowered his head and looked at his watch. He saw that there was still half a minute until the five minutes Zhang Feng had agreed upon. At that time, his blood-slaying brigade could pretend to be defeated and retreat slowly.
However, for half a minute, I didn’t know how many more casualties my blood-slaying brigade would cause.
"This can't go on like this."
The gigolo said secretly in his heart, dialed Chel's room number, and after a beep, he was answered.
The gigolo, who was originally gloomy, suddenly smiled at the corner of his mouth. This smile was just a little weird.
He smiled and said: "Commander Chefang, I think you should order your artillery unit to bombard the reactionary army's positions now, what do you think?"
Hearing the gigolo's voice, Chelfang was relieved.
He knew what he had done best in his heart. Now that he heard the gigolo's voice was very kind and smiling, he felt relieved.
"No problem, I will immediately order my artillery to carry out artillery bombardment. Mr. Gigolo, the combat effectiveness of your soldiers..." Before he could finish his words, a blind tone came from the phone, and it was obvious that the phone was hung up.
Qie Fang didn't care, as long as the other party didn't care about his opportunistic things, everything would be easy to handle.
He called the adjutant beside him and said: "Order the troops to bombard the reactionary army's positions for one minute. Hum, now we can defeat the reactionary army just by paying for the recruits without any combat effectiveness. This deal is really too big." What a deal.”
"Good, your methods are clever." The adjutant flattered him at the right time.
Qi Fang was very helpful. He raised his head slightly and put his hands behind his back, which seemed to give him some guidance.
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The gigolo who hung up the phone had no smile on his face, and his eyes were narrowed with murderous intent.
He issued an order: "Everyone listens to the order and begins an orderly retreat in half a minute. Only the wounded who are still breathing must be brought back to me no matter what!"
Fortunately, the Rwandan army's artillery bombardment arrived on time, otherwise the gigolo would ride a rocket to Cheerfang's lair and kill him alive.
The fierce artillery fire began to cover the reactionary army's calmness, and the arrogant heavy machine gunner had no choice but to retract his body into the trench.
Even so, there were still some unlucky ones. The shells directly hit the trenches, and the body was shattered into pieces.
The mercenaries of the Blood Massacre Brigade immediately followed the gigolo's order and began to retreat in an orderly manner.
It is not a swarm of retreat, but the front team becoming the rear team, cutting off the rear, and the rear team becoming the front team, gradually withdrawing from the battlefield.
While retreating, they did not forget to continuously shoot at the reactionary army's positions, killing each and every reactionary soldier who dishonestly exposed his head to the bunker or trench.
In addition, according to the gigolo's order, while retreating, all the seriously injured mercenaries who survived were rescued from the battlefield.
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Horsley, who had a bald head but a full beard, his face flushed with anger, held the gold-encrusted AK-47 and frantically pulled the trigger at the ceiling.
The ceiling was hit by bullets like a hornet's nest, and wood chips fell rustlingly.
"Damn it, who gave Alfonso the courage to launch a counterattack against me! Move all the people to the front line and kill them all!"
The generals of the reactionary army were silent, and no one dared to raise objections, because different voices had already been stifled by Horsley.
The reactionary army can be said to be Horsley's voice!
According to Horsley's order, the reactionary soldiers in the center of the city were rushing to the front line. The originally heavily guarded center of the city gradually became sparse in strength.
This was the opportunity Zhang Feng was waiting for. Seeing the shadowy figures through the second-floor window, Zhang Feng knew it was time for him to take action.
From the very beginning, he was convinced that he could destroy the arms "under his feet". The only thing he worried about was how to escape from the reactionary army's strict defense after he succeeded. Now this problem is no longer a problem!
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