Six hours later, Yu Zhiqian walked to the battlefield numbly, cleaning the battlefield casually.
Won, this blocking battle is much easier than Yu Zhigan thought. At least, Yu Zhigan did not encounter any danger. The casualties were less than 50, and only more than 20 people were sacrificed. 13 of them were in the first place. One line of defense was killed by tanks, and one of the remaining casualties was due to stepping on his own landmine.
After the government army arrived, the war was over. Now government soldiers are taking prisoners all over the mountains, then shooting them up and lining up to shoot them to death.
With a cigarette in his mouth, Yu Zhiqian numbly walked among the corpses. When he encountered some backpacks, he would pick them up and take a look, and then randomly discard them.
There are too many corpses. Yu Zhiqian is not even interested in cleaning the battlefield, let alone licking the box. Most of these anti-government militants are a group of naked dicks with only a gun, and there is nothing of value.
In the last hour just now, when the government army had already appeared behind this group of rebels, this group of rebel soldiers was crazy. They didn’t need a supervising team or people to let them go forward. They were crazy towards Yu Zhigan. Waiting for someone to die.
Knowing the machine gun position in front, knowing that there are enemies, but in order to survive, this group of blacks are like homing ants, charging towards Yu Zhigan’s position from different directions. More people just want to rush through, and some of them are mixed in the crowd. Guns, but only a few.
Using flesh and blood to break through the blockade caused by bullets, the confrontation between blood and flesh, the final result is that every black man became a corpse, lying densely on the ground in front of Yu Zhigan’s position, bringing the earth to the ground. Dyed black and red.
Some people rushed through the line of defense, but they were greeted by the third and fourth lines of defense. Only two or three lucky people successfully broke through the line of defense and left the crossfire area. However, those who stepped on landmines and rushed out were on the side. Yu Zhiqian didn't know how much, there were only less than 300 people in his hand, and it was impossible to hold the long front.
If it wasn’t for the terrain, Yu Zhigan and others would never have been able to defend this place. The owner of the only road in the hilly area who was killed to death was like grabbing the throats of these defeated rebel soldiers. Can't breathe smoothly.
In the last hour of madness, all the barrels of Yu Zhiqian's machine gun positions were scrapped. In the end, he could only use the rifle to shoot continuously, and almost all the bullets were empty.
The mortar positions have been bombarded continuously, and grenades, any weapon that can be thought of, and anything that can be used, have all been taken out, placed on a high altitude, and poured out continuously against the bottom.
When everything was over, Yu Zhigan stood in the middle of the road. The front was black and the back was black, like a person who lost himself on a black land, but this land was originally yellow and green. , The corpse changed its appearance around.
"head!"
Pete was behind, walking forward in depths and shallows. The pants were soaked in blood, and there was too much blood on the ground. If you walk accidentally or even slip, blood pits may even form in some places with many corpses. Stepping in, thick blood can splash on his face.
"What's the matter?" Yu Zhiqian looked at Pete with a dull gaze and waved his hand gently.
"No, I just want to call you!"
Everyone was at a loss. There were too many dead bodies and too many people killed. How many people died under Yu Zhigan? several hundred? several thousand? Who knows, the actions they repeated in the past few hours were pulling the trigger, changing the magazine, pulling the trigger, and if the barrel was broken, they would take another gun, and so on.
"Look, can you find something!" Yu Zhigan smiled reluctantly. Now he and his men have some problems and need to vent, and women are the best vent.
"okay!"
Yu Zhiqian and Pete kept walking on the corpse road, occasionally squatting down, holding an object for a long time and finally throwing it on the ground.
A cloth bag attracted Yu Zhiqian’s attention. He picked it up gently, opened it, and found a notebook. Most of the fonts had been soaked in blood, and it was difficult to tell what was written on it. Diary, it may be something else, but who knows
Yu Zhigan didn't throw this notebook away, but picked it up and put it in his backpack. Yu Zhigan didn't know why he did it, but he did it.
In the end, Yu Zhigan couldn't move, and randomly found a place where a few corpses were stacked together. He sat down, a gust of blood mixed with the smell of blood, and some stink from the exposed corpses, Yu Zhigan felt himself The smell of death is also on the body.
Half an hour later, Yu Zhigan saw Falcao. Compared with Yu Zhigan's tired face, Falcao was more excited. Looking at the corpses in one place, Falcao saw not death, not tiredness, not killing. , But his own merits, and there is a future.
Finding Yu Zhigan sitting on the corpse in a daze, Falcao rushed to Yu Zhigan excitedly, no matter what the blood on Yu Zhigan now: "You did it, it's incredible. How did you do it, you are simply a god." , God of God!"
Falcao felt that he was going crazy. Originally asked Yu Zhigan to hold the rebels, but wanted him to hold a part as much as possible, and then he would eat a part.
In this case, if he has the credit, he can continue to rise, but he did not expect that Yu Zhiqian actually completed the task so well. He didn't know how many people he killed, and he didn't need to count. Within two or three kilometers, all They are all corpses, and it takes a long, long time to clean up these corpses.
With such a great credit, Falcao believes that he wants to climb forward without any resistance. What is $1.5 million? Is that still money? Now Falcao can't wait to hire Yu Zhigan permanently and let him fight for himself. It's too powerful, it's really too powerful!
"I don't know!" Yu Zhigan shook his head. From beginning to end, he really didn't know how he did it
Three hundred people fought six to seventy thousand, and at least 40,000 people were wiped out, maybe more. Is there such a result in history? Yu Zhigan thought for a while. It seemed that someone had done something in the Tang Dynasty. It seemed that he was himself
It may be because the opponent is too weak! Yu Zhigan thought about this question for a long time and gave himself an answer. This kind of war is like a massacre, not a war. (End of this chapter)