"Assault!"
"Where is the enemy!"
"Shoot, fight back, fight back!"
The sudden attack shocked this group of black militants, and they lay down on the ground collectively, looking for the attacker.
Yu Zhiqian was at a high place, staring at the black militants below, wearing a night vision goggles, and shooting slowly, one by one, specifically to hit those black men who seemed to have better weapons in their hands or who looked stronger.
But this group of black people are not all targets. After Yu Zhigan killed five people, he finally found Yu Zhigan's position. After seeing the black people discovering himself, Yu Zhigan immediately shrank his head from the wall, and then followed the ladder, fast He climbed down. At this time, if he were to fight from a high place, it was time to test the black marksmanship.
After jumping off the wall, Yu Zhiqian immediately ran to a position about 30 meters away from the gate. He had just used some sandbags to form a single position with two AKs and several magazines. This is the main position. As long as this position can withstand, no black can rush in.
After a brief period of confusion, the blacks were gathered again. This time it was a bald head with a scar on his face. The black man named Bowers became the commander, temporarily commanding the group of blacks and began to attack the factory.
"Open the door to me!" Bowers looked very fierce, with tattoos on his body. Although he couldn't see exactly what the tattoo was, he felt that he couldn't afford it.
Several armed men immediately ran to the front of the gate, pushed hard, and the gate did not move. After Bowers kicked the gate violently, he found that brute force was useless. After a cold snort, he jumped into a car. The jeep, immediately after putting in reverse gear, stepped on the accelerator and slammed into the gate.
It was somewhat effective. After the door was hit, there was an unpleasant metal rubbing sound. The door was slightly knocked out, but it was still not knocked open.
Bowers jumped out of the car, took out a large chain of iron chains from the car, then hung it on the door handle with thick wrists on the door, and then hung it on the towing hook at the rear of the car. He stepped on the accelerator and tried to give the door to the car. Opened, but unfortunately, the door remained motionless.
"Blow him up for me!" Bowers looked at the motionless door, and after a strong kick, he untied the iron chain on the car. The rest of the black armed men immediately took the RPG that they had prepared. Came out and started filling.
"put!"
With an order from Bowers, the rocket flew to the gate of the Karrie factory. The rocket and the iron gate collided, making a huge explosion, and a large group of flames spread from the center of the rocket hit area. Come, a huge firework is formed on the big iron gate.
However, when the fireworks went out, the rocket only blasted the door with a slap-sized hole. Other than that, there was no effect. The iron door was still very thick, with two layers of steel plates and a hardwood in the middle.
"You, go and see, did it explode!" Bowers randomly assigned a subordinate and motioned to him to come over and take a look. The black armed man named was also very professional with a cat on his waist, holding a gun, and crossing steps. He walked forward a little bit, and when Bowers saw it, he kicked his ass directly: "Hurry up, don't waste time!"
The black man rolled around on the ground, then quickly jumped up, patted his clothes, touched his head a little annoyed, trot to the door, touched it with his hand, and found the one that was blown up. Dong, yelled: "Head, blasted a hole!"
"How big is it!"
"Slap big!"
"Damn it, look what's in the factory!"
After receiving the order, the black militant immediately put his face on the palm-sized hole, and wanted to see the situation in the factory clearly. While eating peanuts in the factory, Yu Zhiqian, who was waiting for the black to break the door, saw through the night vision goggles. Only green eyes appeared on the door.
"Huh? Peeping?" He clapped his hands and collected the peanuts. There was no way. I didn't eat dinner. I could only fill my stomach with peanuts. The damn Kallie was too stingy, and he didn't even include food. !
Tucao returned to Tucao, but Yu Zhigan's hand movement did not stop, raised the gun, aimed at the location of the hole, and then slowly pulled the trigger.
The black militants, through the small hole in the palm of the hand, found a dark area in the factory. They couldn't see anything at all, as if there was something directly opposite the gate, but they couldn't see exactly what they were.
I wanted to grow my eyes hard and see clearly, I saw a gunfire flashing, and then a bullet passed through the small hole in the palm, hitting his eye and passing through his brain bone.
"boom!"
With a gunshot, the black man on the door was directly blown up, leaving half of his head and slowly falling to the ground. After hearing the gunshot at the door, the black man lay down again collectively.
"Explode, explode directly to me, bring it!"
Bowers saw that another person was killed, his head rushed, and he snatched the RPG launch vehicle that was carrying RPG next to him: "Don’t froze, blow it up for me, I don’t believe I can’t blow this up. door!"
"Yes!"
Three launch vehicles, looking at the gate at the same time, pulled the trigger almost at the same time, and three rockets directly hit the iron gate, this time making a louder explosion than before.
Yu Zhiqian squatted behind the sandbags. After hearing the explosion, he immediately lay on the ground. The three rockets were very powerful, and the iron door had been blasted through a hole. Although it was not big, the structure had been destroyed. After being hit, the gate was directly blasted open, and the lower part of one of the gates was blown up, rolling and falling on the ground not too far from Yu Zhigan.
"Rush in and kill everyone!" Bowers yelled, but did not take the lead and rushed forward. A group of black militants immediately screamed excitedly after seeing the door being blown up, holding their weapons towards the door. Rushed over.
Lying on the ground, Yu Zhiqian poked his head out gently. He saw the front door as if he had eaten a woman or a beautiful woman. He went forward desperately, fearing that he would be preempted.
"That person has money and money to help people eliminate disasters. I don't want to kill people. You hit the explosion range of my grenade and there are bullets on it!" Yu Zhiqian comforted himself, took out a grenade, and calculated the black man. After the speed of the charge, the insurance was removed, and without waiting, he threw it hard.
The grenade drew a graceful arc in the air, then landed precisely in front of the gate, and after naughty rolling two laps on the ground, it landed less than half a meter in front of the gate.
"Kill in, kill everyone, and the things you grab are theirs!" Bowers shouted loudly with a loudspeaker from behind, while his eyes swept across the wall from time to time, afraid that there would be a sniper. At the same time While shouting, he walked around randomly, left and right, but didn't move forward. Moving back and forth was to prevent himself from standing in place and being targeted by someone as a headshot like the man with sunglasses just now.
After hearing that everything they grabbed was their own, this group of blacks became even more excited. Although South Africa is the most developed country in Africa, the laziness that flows in the blood of the blacks, the ideas of getting something for nothing, etc. are passed down in the same vein. Yes, grab it once and live for a year. This is the way of life they want.
The two fastest running blacks almost collided at the entrance of the cave. The entrance could accommodate four or five blacks rushing in together, but the four blacks who rushed in in the first batch had time to admire the flowers and plants inside the factory. , I heard a bang, and then the whole person's body lightened, and it felt like the whole person was flying, and then there was no sensation.
The four black people who entered the door were directly killed. Although the grenade could not directly blow these black people into pieces, the corpses of the four people were not intact, and some of the corpses were burning. The explosion ignited the clothes on the corpses. The poor little fat on the corpse ignited, illuminating the area around the gate.
The grenade exploded and the tragic deaths of four blacks made the blacks outside the gate calm down a bit, and did not rush forward, but the black militants who had received the order of their boss to die before they came did not flinch.
It must be impossible to rush directly inside. A black man didn’t know what his head thought. After running out for a while, he didn’t know where he made a big iron plate and blocked it in front of him. Then three people ran together. Lifting the iron plate, blocking in front of him, and then the four people carried the heavy iron plate, step by step toward the door, moving little by little.
Just moving, the speed is very slow, but the black people feel that they are walking like this and feel very safe. After seeing the black people's movements, Yu Zhiqian, who is hiding behind the sandbags, froze for a moment. Are the black people so skinny now? This is the age of firearms, not the age of ironware. Yu Zhigan has a hundred ways to crack this offensive method. (End of this chapter)