240 Men who are like women and women who are like men
Haosen actually wanted to say something. He wanted to give an order for his troops to retreat, and he also wanted to order his soldiers to disperse or climb down.
Unfortunately, when he remembered these orders, he found that no matter what order he gave, it was actually too late.
The opponent's attack speed is too fast, or the opponent's slaughter speed is too fast.
It turned out that the sporadic gunfire was not a provocation or cowardice, but a way for the other party to knock off the reconnaissance troops and avoid exposing their main force.
The sound of gunshots, which was countless times more terrifying than the devil's snoring, seemed to be endless. The continuous clicking sound made his whole head shut down.
He saw with his own eyes that half of a soldier's arm was blown off by a bullet, and he also saw with his own eyes that a soldier's head was shot through by a bullet.
He could feel blood splashing on his face, and he could also clearly feel the sticky touch coming from the palm of his hand holding the sword.
As time passed, the palm of his hand holding the long sword felt dry and sticky. When he lowered his head, he saw that the gap between his hand and the hilt of the long sword had been filled with red.
Before he even raised his head, he saw the body of his adjutant lying at his feet, with a bullet hitting his neck. He stared up at the sky with wide eyes, as if there was something worthy of his nostalgia.
Haosen staggered for two steps, avoiding the body of the dead adjutant. When he looked up again, he saw that there were no more than a few people standing in his dense team of more than 400 people.
Already.
"Ha...ha...ha..." He could hear his heavy breathing. When he was attracted by his own breathing, he suddenly realized that the screams on the battlefield and the frightening continuous gunshots were all...
Can't hear.
Then, Haosen no longer knew what to do. He saw soldiers with guns standing in the weeds opposite.
"I surrender!" He heard his soldiers shouting at the top of their lungs. One soldier dropped his weapon, raised his hands, and then fell to his knees skillfully.
After the first surrendered soldier appeared, the second surrendered soldier felt at ease, and then the third and fourth.
A soldier saw his companion put down his weapon, turned around and ran. As a result, before he could take two steps, he was hit by a bullet flying from behind.
He staggered a few steps, and then fell to the ground. The soldier from the Datang Group who was holding a rifle pulled the bolt, and a copper cartridge case ejected from the rifle and landed at his feet.
A new bullet was loaded, and then the soldier knelt down on one knee, picked up the shell casing from the ground, and put it into his pocket.
The whole movement was smooth and smooth, and his companions beside him made a covering movement with their weapons in hand.
The remaining soldiers of the Datang Group's security forces continued to move forward, holding rifles with bayonets inserted in both hands, and walked cautiously step by step.
"Put down your weapons!" They were very careful when approaching the surrendered soldiers of the Talon Kingdom. They pressed their bright bayonets against the opponent's chest, and then asked others to carefully inspect these frightened enemies.
In fact, Datang Group's security forces have never fought a battle with such a small gap between the two sides. The last battle was when a few hundred of them faced tens of thousands of private troops from the Cyric Consortium.
But this time, they gathered more than 270 people on the position, while their enemies only had a pitiful number of more than 450 people.
They only had time to fire two shots before the enemy's dense offensive phalanx collapsed. The company's Maxim heavy machine gun only had time to fire two belts of bullets and 200 rounds of ammunition, and the dense target group could no longer be found.
After a few poor guys who tried to escape were easily killed, the remaining soldiers of the Talon Kingdom were all kneeling on the ground with their hands raised.
But Hausen was still standing there. He had not yet put down his arms, he had not raised his hands, and he had not yet shouted the word surrender.
He just stood there in a daze, stupidly unaware of what he was going through. He seemed to have had a nightmare, a nightmare that even he himself didn't know how to wake up from.
As the commander of this force, he really wanted to wake up. From the moment he landed on the island, he had always felt like he was in a dream.
If he didn't shoot and kill the man who claimed to be the captain who came to argue with him, if he had a good chat with the other party instead of rushing to grab credit or bully others.
What if he didn't lead his troops through the jungle, arrive at such a magical-looking place, and then start an attack hastily?
if……
Then can he wake up from this nightmare without suffering such embarrassing misery?
He heard someone talking, and someone seemed to be talking next to him.
"Is he scared out of his wits?"
"I don't know, but he looks like a big shot."
"I'm so lucky to have survived a hail of bullets."
"Maybe the G1 machine gun didn't fire at him... Didn't it say they wanted to capture him alive?"
"How can I make him normal?"
"I don't know either. Try... give him a big slap in the face?"
Haosen didn't know who was speaking, but he realized that he was probably going to be slapped. So he looked at the speaker, but when he turned his head, he saw a palm flying towards him quickly.
Originally, this slap was meant to hit his cheek, but because he suddenly moved, the rough, calloused palm slapped directly on the bridge of his nose.
Haosen suddenly felt that his face was filled with gold stars. He covered his face and screamed: "Ah!"
"Bastard!" He struggled to see clearly which bastard hit him in the face. He represented an officer of the Talon Kingdom. Even if he was captured, he still had dignity...
However, because he heard this bastard sound, the soldier who slapped him seemed to feel insulted.
Ever since, the soldier who slapped him glanced at his companion and saw a smile in his eyes.
The ashamed and angry soldier immediately waved the K3 rifle in his other hand. He grabbed the gun body with both hands and hit Haosen on the brow bone with the butt of the rifle.
"Ah!" This time, Haosen screamed like a slaughtered pig, because he was bleeding, and the blood was flowing profusely.
The outside of his brow bone was bruised and bloody, and the skin was torn open. Blood suddenly flowed out. Haosen covered his wound with his hand and could feel the blood flowing out from between his fingers.
"You're a prisoner who deserves to be shouted at? Are you worthy of scolding me?" This soldier doesn't care about that. If you surrender honestly, you might get kicked in the foot. Those who dare to curse are not looking for
Not comfortable?
As a result, before Haosen, who was squatting down with his face covered, could shake off the pain, the security force soldier of the Datang Group kicked Haosen to the ground.
His specially designed high-waisted leather boots were even nailed with soles. As a result, his foot was stuck on Haosen's back, which was a perfect target. Next, the furious soldier kicked Haosen one after another.
Sen vented his frustration.
"Ah!" Haosen screamed after being kicked, and finally figured out the current situation after persisting for a few times.
So he began to beg for mercy, holding his head and curling up like a pangolin: "Stop fighting! Stop fighting! I surrender! I surrender!"
As a result, he didn't wait for the other person to stop, and the person who kicked him didn't seem to have any intention of stopping, so he continued to scream cowardly: "I was wrong! I'm sorry! Stop, stop hitting! Please!"
Finally, he cried, crying like a child. The soldier who kicked him had been pulled away by his companions, but Haosen, who was holding his head, was still choking. The grievance and pain made him feel like a child, holding his head in the black
Howling in the ashes and mud.
A company commander of the Datang Group took off his white gloves and walked to the painful Haosen. He looked at the soldier who had just beaten him happily, and then looked down at Haosen lying on the ground with disdain.
He spat: "Ha...bah...why are you crying like a girl?"
"Hahaha..." A group of soldiers laughed maliciously. It didn't matter if they made such a joke on Dragon Island. When they were studying at the Tang Military Academy, they didn't dare to laugh at women casually.
The women there are bastards who dare to pull the fuse of a grenade if they disagree. They are a group of goblins who hide razor blades under their tongues, tie needles in their hair, and can dig out revolvers from the candies in their satchels.
I heard that there are also lunatics who cut their own faces with knives in order to prove that they are no different from men... Those women are not easy to mess with, and they don't dare to joke casually...
"Take all these people back and interrogate them separately...especially the guy who committed the murder, find them! You want to see them alive, you want to see their bodies dead!" Looking away from Haosen, the company commander ordered his soldiers
They said.
"Yes!" All the soldiers agreed, then with bayonets in hand, they tied up the prisoners with their hands on their heads one by one with ropes.
"Get up quickly! Or I'll beat you again!" The soldier gave Haosen another kick, and the soldier ordered coldly.
But Haosen didn't dare to hesitate at all. He climbed up quickly, not even daring to care about the wound on his eyebrow bone, and raised his hands high.
The fish that slipped through the net and fell to the side was the sailor from the Talon Kingdom who was lucky enough to be washed ashore by the sea and then came all the way. At this time, he quickly got back into the forest.
He began to run in the opposite direction, running desperately. He felt that it was better to leave such a terrifying place as soon as possible, so he quickly went back to deliver the message and asked the people left behind on the beach to leave as soon as possible.
This island can really eat people, this island is more terrifying than hell! He wants to go home, he wants to go back to the Kingdom of Tarun...
