Five hundred and ninetieth eight chapters close call
"Yes, it's very possible." Wu Ping said solemnly: "We must be fully prepared. If the Vietnamese government really asks the police outside to withdraw, what will happen to the thousands of unarmed expats here?"
Qian Ying and others did not pay attention for a moment. If tens of thousands of Vietnamese mobs from outside were rushed in, it would be difficult for a few guards in the embassy to even protect themselves, let alone protect so many expatriates inside and outside the embassy.
Wu Ping is also a responsible person. He thought for a while and said decisively: "Judging from the current situation, our way out has been blocked. The only thing we can rely on is the Cam Ranh Bay base. Now I order, Counselor Li."
"have"
"You immediately prepare white cloth or sheets with eye-catching colors. By the time you arrive at the embassy building, the confidential officer's voice is already crying.
"Understood, we will go there immediately." The confidential officer in the panic did not hear the unusually smooth voice in the earphones, and at this time, it seemed to bring a hint of anxiety.
"Pa" shot a thug and knocked him to the ground. When Qian Ying was about to shoot at the thug who was rushing towards him, he found a sound of firing pin emptying from the barrel of the gun. It turned out that the bullet was empty.
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Qian Ying didn't panic. He stuffed the gun into his holster skillfully, took out the three-sided military spike hanging from his waist and rushed towards the thug. The sword flashed, and a crystal blood arrow streaked through the air.
In an arc, the thug who rushed over covered his throat with his hands, his eyes wide open, and he fell heavily to the ground with an expression of disbelief on his face.
Although Qian Ying's fighting skills were pretty good, facing the surging crowd, he had already received seven or eight blows from the wooden stick on his body in a short time, with a half-foot-long knife mark on his body, but he still held on tightly.
Bayonet fought to the death, because he knew that if this group of thugs rushed into the embassy, the bloody scene in downtown Saigon yesterday would be repeated inside the embassy today.
The courage to "kill" came from nowhere. The three-edged military thorn in Qian Ying's hand pierced the chest of a thug and then pulled it out, bringing out an arrow that rapidly gushed out blood. At this moment,
A wooden stick flew from nowhere and hit his back. Qian Ying couldn't help but let out a muffled groan, and a mouthful of blood poured out of his mouth.
At the same time, more and more mobs surrounded him. Qian Ying made a circle with his bayonet and forced the people around him to retreat. At the same time, he staggered back two steps and wiped the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth with his left hand. He was heartbroken.
Thinking about who to hold on your back before dying.
Suddenly, a low scream came from the southeast.
"Airplane, this is the sound of a Stuka." Qian Ying, who has served in the military for many years, immediately recognized the familiar voice.
"Comatriots, work harder, our plane is about to arrive. Come on!" Qian Ying seemed to have another wave of heat in his body. He laughed loudly at the mob around him and said: "Haha, you little devils today.
The time of death has come.”
Although the surrounding mob could not understand the Chinese spoken by Qian Ying, the joy on Qian Ying's face made them feel something bad.
The low sounds in the sky became louder and louder, and soon, a group of ferocious-looking fighter planes with curved wings and fixed landing gear appeared in the low sky. The surface was painted black.
"Reporting to the base, this is the Red Squadron. We have rushed to the city of Saigon and found that the embassy is being besieged by countless mobs. The situation is critical. Please use force. Please use force." The commander on the leading Stuka said at a glance
I saw the eye-catching white cross mark on the top of the embassy and the countless mobs surrounding the embassy.
After the report was completed, a rustling sound came from the commander's earphone, and after a while, a strange voice came.
"I am Lieutenant General Zheng Xin, Commander of the South China Sea Fleet. Now I order you to immediately eliminate all those bastards below. I repeat it again and eliminate them all."
"Yes, Red Squadron understands, destroy them all, leaving no one behind"
After finishing speaking, the leading Stuka swung its black wings to the left, and the nose of the plane immediately dived down. The siren on the nose of the plane immediately made a sharp whistling sound.