At Exit No. 2, nearly three hundred people from the Saint Paul City Defense Force rushed out from the drainage ditches and river fortifications.
They were also furious, shooting and spreading outwards in an attempt to break out.
"Hold them down!" Wang Zheng shouted urgently, "Stop the opening, pay attention to the lone soldiers, and don't let the enemy commander escape!"
The soldiers stood on the slope, relying on the low walls on both sides of the river for defense, and continued to shoot downwards.
Seven or eight gunners held light machine guns and kept firing downwards, but more enemies still poured out through the passage.
Wang Zheng looked at the scene in front of him and immediately shouted, "Xiaojiu, connect me to Director Jin!"
Xiaojiu had been following Wang Zheng closely. When he heard this, he immediately took off the communicator on his back and called Jin Maohui.
“Director Jin!” Wang Zheng grabbed the communicator and reported in a hoarse voice: “There are too few people on my side to defend Exit 2. Send me support as soon as possible, otherwise they will definitely run away.”
"Okay! I'll arrange someone to go there right away!" Jin Maohui hung up the phone in a hurry.
"The large team will split into small teams and continue to spread out to the periphery! Those who are good at shooting, hide in the woods and don't move. When you see the enemy soldiers rushing out, shoot them! Shoot them all directly, leaving no one alive!" Wang Zheng commanded and shot at the same time.
…
On the main force side, Jin Maohui ran and shouted on the communicator: "Are there any other troops near the No. 2 basement?"
The staff officer quickly recalled and said, "There are only about a thousand people near Sun Wei's men who are responsible for covering him."
"Notify him immediately and ask him to support Wang Zheng's troops! The gap over there is about to leak!" Jin Maohui gave the order decisively without even thinking.
"Yes!" The staff officer immediately went to inform Sun Wei.
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Near the heavy factory, Sun Wei received a communication from above. They had no main attack mission, so they followed behind the main force. On the one hand, they were responsible for treating the wounded, and on the other hand, they were responsible for carrying military supplies.
After hanging up the call, Sun Wei looked anxious, waved his hands and shouted: "Wang Zheng can't hold on any longer! Hurry and send someone to support Wang Zheng!"
"Are our support teams also coming?" Sun Wu couldn't help but ask.
Sun Wei stared with his eyes wide open, speaking in a hurried tone: "It has come to this point, everyone who can hold a gun must go! Quickly! Abandon the heavy equipment, and only leave a small team to guard it. Everyone else, sprint lightly and advance quickly!"
Under urging, Sun Wei led seven or eight hundred people to provide support to Exit No. 2.
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Exit No. 2.
The soldiers who rushed out of the drainage ditch were like crazy, not caring about the casualties at all, and they kept rushing up the gentle slope under the dense rain of bullets.
These people are not from ordinary troops, but combat regiments directly under the São Paulo Garrison Command. To put it bluntly, they are Gustav's Royal Guards.
Given the nature of this type of troops, if they don’t fight for their lives now, when will they fight
“Da da da!”
Wang Zheng held the hot light machine gun and fired wildly downwards.
Xiaojiu was squatting not far from Wang Zheng, also firing a gun to cover his shooting.
“Puff, puff, puff!”
Bullets crossed each other in the air, and the soldiers on Wang Zheng's side were constantly bursting with blood mist and fell behind the low wall that had been beaten to pieces.
Most of the brothers who had just smoked together in the building have now fallen down.
"Hold on! Support will be here soon!" Wang Zheng yelled, "That's all we need, brothers!"
“Crack!”
With a crisp sound, the bullets were empty. Wang Zheng immediately turned around and shouted to Xiaojiu, "Xiaojiu, the magazine!"
Xiaojiu took off the last machine gun magazine on his body and threw it to Wang Zheng.
“Go!”
“Ahhh!!”
Just as Wang Zheng was changing the magazine, a deafening roar suddenly came from the riverbed below.
I saw two rows of garrison soldiers with tactical bags on their backs, with red eyes, forming a human wall and rushing up the ramp desperately.
"Shoot!" Wang Zheng had already changed the magazine, stared with his eyes wide open, and roared, "Shoot them down!"
“Da da da!”
The soldiers pulled the triggers and fired bullets from their guns!
A large number of city defense troops fell on the gentle slope, and their corpses were piled up like a pile.
Under the cover of the human wall, seven or eight flamethrowers carrying fuel tanks emerged from below. Holding flamethrowers, they sprayed billowing flames towards the ramp!
The flames burned several soldiers in the blink of an eye, and they fell to the ground wailing.
"Be careful!" Xiao Jiu pressed Wang Zheng's head and lay on the ground.
The flamethrowers suppressed Wang Zheng and his men and continued to advance slowly up the ramp.
"Stun grenade!" Wang Zheng roared, and at the same time took off the grenade hanging on his chest and threw it outside!
“Bang, bang, bang!”
More than a dozen stun bombs were thrown down, and the dazzling white light made them temporarily lose their vision. They could only continue to spit fire based on their senses.
Taking advantage of this gap, Wang Zheng picked up the machine gun and launched another attack with the soldiers!
“Da da da!”
The flamethrowers were constantly knocked down and fell on the hillside.
“Crack!”
There was another crisp sound, and Wang Zheng's magazine was empty again, so he turned around and shouted to Xiao Jiu: "Magazine!"
Xiao Jiu was sweating profusely. He glanced around and saw a magazine hanging on the body of a machine gunner next to him. So he quickly crouched down, ran over, and reached out to take the magazine from the other's chest.
At this moment, a sniper hiding in the pipe aimed at the oil tank on the back of the flamethrower lying on the ramp.
"Bang!"
"boom!"
A bullet hit the fuel tank accurately, and then a violent fireball exploded. The flames quickly spread in the air and splashed around like flowers.
Several soldiers were set on fire and rolled down the slope wailing. Xiaojiu, who had just taken off the magazine and was about to return, was also engulfed in flames.
A huge fire instantly ignited on Xiaojiu's body, engulfing his body outline in the blink of an eye.
"Xiaojiu!" Wang Zheng turned his head and roared.
"ah!!"
Xiaojiu howled and ran in the opposite direction of Wang Zheng. His feet tripped and he fell to the ground with a thud.
Wang Zheng stood there, watching the flames devour Xiao Jiu, but he was powerless to do anything because this kind of fire could not be extinguished.
"... I... I... am leaving...!" Xiaojiu lay on the ground, pulled out the pistol with his fired hand, put it against his temple, and pulled the trigger directly.
"Kang!"
The bullet pierced Xiaojiu's head, the wind whistled around him, and the flames continued to burn his body...
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At Exit No. 1, more armored vehicles and city defense forces are continuously coming out of the passage!
“Da da da!”
Bullets continued to fire in all directions, knocking down several soldiers in an instant.
Hou Guoyu was anxious, and shouted to Lao Hei at the staircase: "Come back quickly! The passage is open, don't worry about that side!"
"Hide! Take cover!" Lao Hei shouted to the soldiers around him, "Fire from the outside and block the hole!..."
"Bang!"
A gunshot rang out, piercing Lao Hei's left leg.
"groove!"
Lao Hei lost his balance and fell to the ground with a thud.