Under the high pressure of a series of killing weapons such as machine guns, hand ls, rifles, etc., the riot with more than 2,000 people collapsed instantly.

Negative emotions such as frightened, frightened, and fear spread silently among the crowd. The panic and nervous words kept conveying, affecting everyone around them.

Most people were desperate and could not see any possibility of running out, nor did they have the courage to face machine gun shooting again.

Below, the densely packed regular troops were advancing upward at a very fast speed. Many people faced the muzzle, shocked and exploded, and their hands unconsciously raised their hands and made a surrender gesture.

"Do it again, there are not many people on the big platform. Let's rush out together and we can go out!" Jiang Xue shouted loudly while shooting the soldiers rushing up from the lower position.

"Brothers, come with me again!" Old Qiao shouted unwillingly: "Run out of the big platform and we can go home."

Some people heard the shouts and approached Lao Qiao; some people stood numbly, motionless; some even shouted to surrender, raised their hands and ran down.

“Buzz!”

In the tunnel, the sound of motors sounded, and four armored vehicles rushed up from behind.

The car-mounted machine gun filled with mechanical poles, the small-caliber howitzer loaded on the left side of the front of the car, and the armored vehicle's incomprehensible guardrail appeared in front of everyone without any warning.

"Da da da da da...!"

The machine gun roared, and the workers who were behind and the workers who were running down and surrendering were swept down one by one.

"No more fighting, no more fighting..."

"Surrender, I don't fucking want to die."

"...Old Qiao, surrender, otherwise we will have nothing to do."

“…!”

This is how human nature is. Thinking about dying, and really facing death, are always two mentalities. At this moment, even the leading workers with very hard bones and courage are completely broken. They either persuade Lao Qiao, or sit on the ground limply, and give up struggling.

More than two thousand people were held in the upper tunnel, like walking corpses, no longer moving.

"Fuck me again," Jiang Xue yelled, "If you want to die, don't give up!"

No one paid attention to him and there was no response. In addition to Lao Qiao, he was already sitting numbly on the ground, at a loss.

"Meng Xi, take the people to rush again. Believe me, there is still a chance." Jiang Xue hid behind the cover and shot while shouting: "We will stop you, you will rush."

"Bang!"

Small caliber howitzer fires.

"Boom!"

The wall columns poured with steel and cement were broken like paper. Jiang Xue was caught off guard and his ears were numb, and his mind fell to the ground in blank.

"Director!"

"Brother Jiang!"

“…!”

Ten military personnel surrounded and reached out to pull Jiang Xue out of the ruins.

At the entrance of the tunnel, Meng Xi, He Qiang, who were slightly injured, and He Dachuan, who was shot in the leg, were all sitting on the ground limply.

"I can't go back." He Dachuan said lightly.

"Dachuan, surrender... Maybe there will be a few more people left behind in surrender." A bandit said murmly: "They won't kill all more than two thousand people."

He Dachuan looked at the ceiling in a muffled manner and said nothing.

Below.

The armored vehicles and soldiers all stopped, holding their guns and aimed at the riots with murderous intent.

"Sheep!"

A sound of electric current sounded in the tunnel, and the gunshots stagnated and suddenly became extremely quiet.

"All the workers involved in the riot, I will limit you to hand over all weapons within 30 seconds, kneel on the ground along both sides of the wall, holding their heads and waiting for processing." Li Zhixun's extremely gloomy voice came from the loudspeaker: "If you continue to resist, this place will become a slaughterhouse, and you will all be shot dead."

While Li Zhixun shouted, some of the soldiers who were originally blocking the large platform at the entrance of the upper floor of the tunnel quickly poured out. They held weapons and were stuck at the entrance, ready to counterattack and suppress them at any time.

Below, the soldiers saw that most of the workers had given up resistance and did not rush forward, for fear that someone would resist in the team and cause fearless casualties, and for fear that they would disrupt more than 2,000 people from close range, and the scene would be out of control again.

"I repeat again. All the people involved in this riot, I will limit you to hand over your weapons within 30 seconds, and kneel on the ground along both sides of the wall with your head in your arms!!!..."

Li Zhixun finished halfway through his words, Jiang Xue, who was shocked just now, suddenly got up from the ground.

He was covered in dust, and bloody holes were everywhere on his face, body, and torso. His clothes were broken, his ears were bleeding, and his eyes looked around in a daze.

"Take the gun and kneel on the ground with your head in your arms!" The officer who could speak Chinese below also began to yell loudly and took the people to step forward slowly.

"Kneel down, I'll kneel down and make your mom!"

Jiang Xue shook the dust from his hair, picked up the gun again, and shouted loudly: "People from the military intelligence team, come out with me!"

After speaking, all ten military personnel, holding the stolen guns, looked at the entrance of the passage above as if they were killed.

“Cnm, rush!”

Jiang Xue ignored He Dachuan, Meng Xi, Lao Qiao and others, but just shouted at his own people and rushed forward without moving forward.

The soldiers at the entrance above thought that the riot workers had surrendered and were about to take the steel shield and put pressure downwards, but they did not expect that Jiang Xue and the others would fight back.

As they moved forward, Jiang Xue and others walked through the crowd and fired at the entrance above.

The four soldiers caught the other party off guard were instantly swept down, but the others also reacted and started to fight back with machine guns.

The 11 people didn't know where the courage came from, so they rushed forward to Zid.

Jiang Xue was in the front. He fired all the guns in his gun and lowered his head and wanted to replace the spare bullets he had snatched.

"Da da da da...!"

Several machine guns swept over, and Jiang Xue's left forearm was directly swept.

Yes, sweep it!

The palms and wrists were broken into several sections, and they fell to the ground in a swarm.

Ten military personnel from District 8 rushed out less than twenty meters before five people were shot dead and fell to the ground.

They did not make any sound during their lifetime, nor did they incite other workers, leaving only a back that charges forward.

Five people died, three were injured, and the remaining two were still shooting at the tunnel entrance in a bunker.

There were not many people coming out of the entrance. After being hit by 11 people, the soldiers who were not injured or killed immediately returned to the big platform.

Next to the wall, Meng Xi, He Dachuan, Lao Qiao, He Qiang, and the workers who were ready to surrender, looked at Jiang Xue and others in a daze, and had indescribable emotions resonating with them.

11 people rushed towards death and fell on the gentle slope upwards. This scene shocked every worker present.

Jiang Xue's left forearm was broken and his body was covered in blood. After lying on the ground for a few seconds, he held the ground with one hand and stood up again.

"Kneel down?!!cnm, since the war on the Northwest Front started, which core officer, senior officer, have you seen in the three regions, kneeling down to you?!" Jiang Xue looked stubbornly and held a gun in one hand and shouted: "All people in military uniforms should execute my orders and launch an attack on the target location! If people can't go back, their souls must go back!"

Two military personnel followed Jiang Xue and rushed towards the upper entrance without moving forward.

Meng Xi looked at the three of them and slowly stood up. He might have thought that he was once a soldier and he had sworn under a banner in District 8; or maybe he didn't want to be caught and be shot dead as a leader after being caught...
Chapter completed!