Not to mention that all the young recruits were frightened when they saw that the Warrant Officer Comrade who seemed to have had a deal with him once was shot to death.
Even Hu Biao, a veteran who had experienced many missions and was used to seeing life and death, couldn't help but curse like this.
Of course, only a small part of them were marveling at the tragic result of the comrade warrant officer being blown into a bloody mess.
More importantly, he suddenly realized that there were some serious problems regarding the 11 cigarettes left in his pack.
What the heck! It seems like three people in a row who got this pack of cigarettes died without taking a puff.
Could it be that this thing has some kind of unspeakable curse power?
But then again, it is no longer important whether that pack of sand cigarettes has any mysterious curse power; or in other words, under the current emergency situation, now is not the time to dwell on such a point.
Hu Biao knew that if he hadn't found a way to deal with such a Panzer IV tank, it was still unknown whether the No. 800 men would be able to withdraw half of their number.
The problem is that they don't even have explosives, so how can they deal with such a big guy?
Even if we use human lives to pile them, we still have to be able to pile them down, right?
Frankly speaking, at this moment, Hu Biao was already thinking about giving up this offensive plan and thinking about maintaining his strength and retreating first.
Then I will think of ways to show their value.
However, at this moment, an even bigger piece of bad news reached his ears.
But it was such bad news that made Hu Biao make up his mind to give up the last thought of retreat and determined to fight here to the end.
It was a PLA veteran husky who was hiding behind a pile of rotten bricks, holding a Mosin-Nagant rifle, and was about to fire at a window.
Suddenly he saw a character that was absolutely unexpected to him appear in that window.
Such a statement is not that the person popped out of the window, but that he was a famous figure in German baseball during World War II.
Instead, it was a white man wearing a denim jacket over a bright red T-shirt and a baseball cap on his head. He appeared there with a 98K rifle in his hand.
Neither of them had time to fire. When their eyes suddenly met, the other party also noticed him, wearing a wrinkled jacket.
Then, both of them reacted a little:
No! The guy opposite is also a visitor from the modern plane.
Under the brief stunned look at each other, it was Huqishi, a former PLA veteran and now an ocean-going sailor, who had a better psychological quality due to personal experience.
After he raised the Mosin-Nagant rifle in his hand, he pulled the trigger first.
Then, a shot fired at a distance of about 110 meters successfully hit the opponent's right shoulder and collarbone.
Although the Husky initially aimed at the opponent's lower abdomen, it eventually hit the right shoulder and clavicle, which seemed like the shot was so badly missed.
But in any case, it was the first time for Huskies to use this antique weapon, and the first concrete results were achieved.
Just facing his first victory, Husky had learned a little bit about the various characteristics of system tasks through the previous introductions by Hu Biao and others.
Using all his strength, he shouted at the top of his voice:
"Lao Hu, this mission is a special team battle. I saw people from other teams~"
Before such a sentence could be finished, Huqishi saw something from the corner of his eye, frantically throwing his head behind the pile of bricks in front of him.
That's when he saw an MG34 general-purpose rifle, leaning out of the window just now, aiming at his position and about to fire.
The husky's emergency action of lying down successfully saved his life.
However, under the opponent's crazy shooting, the pile of bricks in front of him was splashed with brick shavings, and his arms hugged his head were hit, and soon they were covered with dense and small wounds.
That guy! It hurts~
*******
Such a simple word as ‘team battle~’, after it fell on the ears, made all the veterans of Zhongzhou feel greatly excited.
Because once something like this happens, it means fighting to the death.
The result of this thing will not only involve the 30 or so people in the Zhongzhou team, but the impact of the team battle will also involve the modern plane.
If the modern plane is really affected and Guo Jia's current good development situation is slightly shaken, people like them will not have the nerve to go back at that time, and they may just wipe their necks and kill themselves.
It was precisely because he clearly realized one point that Hu Biao gave up the last thought of retreating.
Immediately, Hu Biao became decisive and shouted in Chinese: "Go all out, no matter what team he encounters, either they will die or they will perish.
Lao Yang, Zhui Feng, Warehouse Manager, Dead Man Face, the four of you, get rid of this Panzer IV tank for me.
The rest of the people rush in with me, the bloodline strong ones rush in front, and the people who can inspire the power of bloodline are ready to do so at any time; the others should pay attention to keep up, even if they die, they have to bring an opponent to death."
As Hu Biao roared at the top of his lungs, everyone in the Zhongzhou team knew one thing:
He is about to die, now is the time to fight for his life.
Then, following Hu Biao's figure who rushed forward like he was taking off a dog's leash, except for the artillery crew at the back with fire support, the five machine gun crews, and Yang Dongli, who had the task of bombing the tank, four people.
The other twenty-six members of the Zhongzhou team all followed Hu Biao and charged...
While the other Maozi recruits were retreating in great panic, the sudden charge of a group of twenty-seven people from the Zhongzhou team could be said to be the most eye-catching scene on the battlefield.
Among the retreating Maozi recruits, they were full of indescribable, resolute and resolute courage as they walked in the opposite direction.
Under such an influence, all the Maozi recruits stopped in their tracks, even though they did not know that Hu Biao and the others had to do this under the stimulation of the team battle.
Just less than a minute ago, the commander of these guys was still thinking about running away.
But no matter what, seeing Hu Biao and his group charge with courage made them feel guilty in their hearts.
And it struck the wildest emotion in the blood of these fighting nation members.
Of course? For the German side, these guys who dare to charge are the highest priority targets that need to be attacked.
So soon after, they unanimously waved their weapons to Hu Biao and the others.
Especially the bloodline warriors who rushed to the front felt a hail of bullets raining down on themselves and the surrounding area.
He bent over and stepped on the undulating ruins with his feet.
Xu Feng, the owner of the junior berserker bloodline, followed Hu Biao's figure and ran forward hard; he also used the terrain to continuously dodge.
After sensing an unspeakable danger, he suddenly rolled to the left.
When his back came into contact with the uneven ground, a string of bullets could be seen landing on the position where he originally advanced, shooting out a string of sparks.
It can be said that Xu Feng's dodge action just now was just a little slower.
That string of bullets could hit him, and it hit his legs.
If the legs were really shot, losing the ability to move at such a critical moment would basically be the result of death in the follow-up process.
After realizing this, Xu Feng had a lot of beads of sweat on his forehead.