"Intuition" If others heard Zhang Yanbo's words, they might laugh twice and laugh at this superior soldier. A big man actually believed in his intuition like a woman. But Zhou Fangzhou did not laugh.
The job of licking blood from the edge of a knife is a job, and many soldiers saved a small life by relying on that inexplicable intuition.
Zhou Fangzhou pondered for a while and raised his hand. The team that was bending forward to covertly stopped immediately. The well-trained soldiers immediately found bunkers at the nearest place, and the muzzles of their guns were pointed at possible
A place used by the enemy to hide. These things are very long to talk about, but in fact they only happened in a moment. Seeing that his companions were ready, Zhou Fangzhou nodded towards Zhang Yanbo and looked towards Zhang Yanbo and the other people.
A soldier pointed forward, and Zhang Yanbocai and another soldier moved forward.
The further he walked in, the more uneasy Zhang Yanbo became. He walked into his companion's side and was about to say something.
"Dangpa"
The sound of breaking through the air and the sound of metal hitting flew past Zhang Yanbo's eyes. He only saw a ball of red and white liquid flying in front of his eyes. The soldier walking beside him fell on his back as if he had been punched.
On the ground, inside the helmet was a beaten to bloody head. Seeing the miserable state of his companions, Zhang Yanbo, who had no time to think about it, immediately lay on the ground and rolled over to a depression next to him. Even so, when he reached the depression, he
I still feel a burning sensation in my left shoulder.
The next moment, the whistling sound of bullets and the explosion of grenades came one after another. It was no longer the two or three kittens and puppies as before. The dense bullets were fired at the place where Zhang Yanbo was standing just now. The bullets shot into the soil and made a loud noise.
There was a tooth-piercing "pop" sound, followed by puffs of blue smoke.
"Damn it, we were ambushed." This was Zhang Yanbo's first thought after he regained consciousness. He huddled in the depression, took out a first aid kit from his pocket, bit it open with his teeth, and tied it to the wound on his left shoulder. At this time,
He could only hug the Type 56 rifle tightly and huddle up, letting the rifles, submachine guns and light machine gun bullets hit his head. The plane was coming, but who knew whether it could arrive in time.
"You should contact us immediately to see if there are any of our planes nearby. If so, ask them to come immediately."
"Yes." The correspondent picked up the communicator and just raised his head to call. With a "dang" sound, a machine gun bullet was concentrated on his neck. A stream of red liquid suddenly spurted out, and his body softened and moved towards Liu Zhaochen.
The edge fell over softly.
"Damn bastard" Liu Zhaochen grabbed the body of the communication soldier and pulled him in next to him, grabbed the intercom and shouted loudly, "I don't care which bastard is in the sky now, if you haven't arrived within ten minutes
In area No. 16, then you just wait to collect the corpses for us. No, maybe you can't even collect the corpses for us. Now that the old man has surrounded us, we will run out of ammunition and food. Do you understand?
"
Putting down the communication device, he took out the last magazine from his waist and loaded it. Liu Zhaochen shot forward. He saw the dense bullets knocking a Soviet soldier who was bending over to the ground, but one shot
Bullets also hit him, and his arm hung down weakly. More enemy troops rushed over from the front, and the situation became increasingly critical.
Perhaps Liu Zhaochen's scolding angered the nearby Chinese fighter planes, or maybe reinforcements were coming as the command said. Just when Liu Zhaochen arrived in despair, there was a low roar in the sky, and soon a