Hua Cuo knew that the sound that sounded like a whistle blowing across the sky was a cannonball!
Moreover, at this moment she judged that the cannonball was falling right at her.
Completely out of instinct, Hua Cuo suddenly crouched down behind the missile, pulled his backpack over his head, and felt a shock in his body - all consciousness disappeared.
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"Wrong flower!"
After seeing the cannonballs falling from the sky above the tent, Liao Jiangnan's voice was stained with blood: It's over, it's over!
Hua Cuo, now is the last hope for the entire killing team to complete the mission. Even if all the team members are wiped out, as long as they can complete the mission, I believe they will smile and close their eyes.
but now……
The entire battlefield fell into a moment of dead silence as the shell exploded. Both the enemy and ourselves were looking at the other side of the tent, looking at the blazing flames.
"Rush, rush, keep rushing!"
A hoarse shout woke Liao Jiangnan out of his daze. He Langyan, who had been shot by several bullets, lay in the distance with his gun raised and fired violently at the bunker.
"Yes, charge, charge, even if we all die, we still have to charge, die on the way to the charge!"
Liao Jiangnan gritted his teeth, and the wounds all over his body seemed to have lost his intuition. An inexplicable force supported him and rushed forward.
At the same time, Liu Zhao, Cen Liehuo and others also managed to stand up, roaring wildly, forming a dense firepower with assault rifles to cover Liao Jiangnan's advance, who was closest to the tent!
"Chong, rush!"
Bright red, hot blood dripped from Liao Jiangnan's forehead, covering his eyes so that he could no longer see the road ahead - but this did not stop him from rushing forward based on instinct!
Four or five injured Chinese soldiers, shouting and holding guns, formed a dense firepower within a radius of 30 meters around the tent. Liao Jiangnan, who had no idea how many injuries he had sustained, lay on the ground with difficulty.
, although the movement was slow, there was no sign of stopping. His head was raised, his long hair was flying, and in the distance was a tent with a blazing fire - this moment seemed to suddenly freeze and become a bloody Chinese painting, so
Desolate, tragic!
Hansen, who was hiding in the reinforced concrete bunker, watched all this with his mouth wide open, as if he had seen a ghost.
He now finally understood why the US military, which spanned the world, suffered a defeat on the Korean Peninsula in the war half a century ago.
Because what the US military faces is this kind of warrior who, even if he is destroyed, is still worthy of the respect of all mankind!
If possible, Captain Hansen really wanted to put down the gun in his hand, run out and pick up Liao Jiangnan, who was struggling to crawl on the ground, and burst into tears.
It's a pity that he can only have such thoughts.
Because he knew very well that the relationship between him and the real warriors now was between ourselves and the enemy. Either you die or I die, there is no other choice!
"God will bless you!"
Hansen raised his hand to make a sign of the cross on his chest, grabbed the microphone and was about to notify the reinforcements to continue bombing the current location, when he realized that the reinforcements seemed to have only fired one shell and stopped moving.
How is this going--
Captain Hansen looked towards the 'gate' in confusion, and saw a scene that stunned him: behind the reinforcements, there was a different tank, and it was frantically bombing the reinforcement tanks!
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"Forty meters ahead, nine o'clock direction, launch!"
"Two hundred meters ahead, direction of 10:30, launch!"
"Ahead..."
Tang Peng, who had his upper body out of the top of the tank, stretched out his right hand, constantly measuring the position, and issued orders to Han Xuan in a hissing voice.
In fact, there was no need for Tang Peng to measure the direction. Han Xuan could do it by himself at a very short distance.
However, perhaps it was the momentum of Tang Peng's roar that completely stimulated Han Xuan's bombardment potential. After several consecutive rounds of shells, the four US main battle tanks in front of him all muted their fire.
It was precisely because of the ultra-close distance that the four US tanks were too close to each other and were fatally restrained. When they discovered that the attack was coming from behind and hurriedly turned their guns, Han Xuan's shells had already fallen.
An old German-made tank, facing four of the latest US military main station tanks, achieved a one-sided situation. It is true that there was luck in this, but the most important thing was that the reinforcements were too careless.
Of course, due to the good defensive performance of the US military main battle tanks, it was impossible to directly kill the people inside, but the sudden attack from the rear still knocked those tank soldiers unconscious.
A few U.S. tank soldiers who were still conscious opened the lid and climbed out of the tank when they were fired upon by Tang Pengban's machine gun.
"Quick, go over there!"
Tang Peng lowered his head and ordered Han Xuan to ignore this side and rush to the front of Fortress No. 32 as quickly as possible.
Han Xuan agreed loudly, raised the speed of the tank to the limit, brushed against a US tank, and drove forward with a rumble.
"Han Xuan, about four hundred meters ahead..."
As soon as Tang Peng shouted here, the U.S. troops who had come to their senses began to fire violently at this direction. He hurriedly turned his head and got into the tank. He gasped violently and said: "Bombing bunker, bombing bunker, about four hundred meters ahead, three o'clock.
Bell direction!"
"clear!"
Han Xuan shouted loudly, raised the barrel of the gun creakingly, and pushed the firing rod fiercely - a shell roared and flew directly to the bunker of Fortress No. 32!
Boom - With a loud bang, Tang Peng immediately got out of the tank, holding his squad machine gun in both hands, and fired wildly at several other fire points.
Da da da!
As the squad machine gun roared fiercely, bullet shells jumped around like bouncing beans, and because of the slow rotation of the gun muzzle, Tang Peng controlled the entire battlefield alone.
When it comes to such a large-scale battlefield, the squadron airport has the greatest effect. The remaining American troops do not dare to shoot at Tang Peng. They are often hit by violent firestorms as soon as they show their heads.
Soon, the tank drove dozens of meters away from the tent, and Tang Peng also saw Liao Jiangnan.
Rather than recognizing Liao Jiangnan himself, Tang Peng might as well have seen his long hair and guessed who he was: "Is it Liao Jiangnan!?"
After Tang Peng and his two men rushed up in a tank, Liao Jiangnan lay on the ground with his head in his arms, especially the shell that hit Han Xuan just now, which almost knocked him unconscious.
Fortunately, Liao Jiangnan quickly woke up within a few minutes of Tang Peng's violent shooting.
After hearing Tang Peng call out his name, Liao Jiangnan raised his blood-stained face with ecstasy in his voice: "Tang Peng, why are you here!?"
Liao Jiangnan's impression of Tang Peng was quite bad: this guy stole his Xiahou Fuzui, let Hu Mietang go in disguise, and even took away the energy business that the Liao family had cooperated with the Russians.
If possible, Liao Jiangnan would like to cut this guy into pieces!
But at this moment, when Liao Jiangnan saw Tang Peng appearing on the battlefield like a divine soldier, he was left with only one feeling, that of ecstasy!
"Yes, I am Tang Peng, how are the others!?"
Tang Peng shouted, jumped off the tank, rolled on the spot and picked up Liao Jiangnan: "How are you injured?"
After Tang Peng jumped off the tank, Han Xuan had already taken his place in time. The bullets fired from the muzzle of the squad machine gun radiated forward in the form of a fan, continuing to suppress the firepower of all remaining American troops.
"I can't die. Quick, help me go to the tent and blow up the missile!"
Liao Jiangnan gritted his teeth and stood up, holding Tang Peng's shoulders and rushed towards the burning tent.
Liao Jiangnan was particularly sober at this moment. He knew that Tang Peng's sudden appearance must be for the missile, so he immediately ordered him to blow up the missile.
"I'll go! Okay, you get on the tank first and cover me! The enemy's reinforcements will arrive in a few minutes!"
Tang Peng couldn't help but pick up Liao Jiangnan, quickly ran to the tank, and lifted him high.
When Han Xuan grabbed his shoulder, Liao Jiangnan struggled and hissed: "I have to go, you don't know how to dismantle a missile!"
Tang Peng smiled: "I just need to blow up that thing, and that's it, right?"
Liao Jiangnan was stunned: "Do you know how to disassemble it?"
"I've never eaten pork, but I've seen pigs run away."
Tang Peng suddenly lifted Liao Jiangnan up and shouted: "Han Xuan, come down and rescue the others! Liao Jiangnan, you are responsible for covering!"
"good!"
Han Xuan shouted, jumped out of the tank, and carried Liao Jiangnan to the manhole at the top of the tank.
After Liao Jiangnan slipped into the tank, he suddenly got out again, grabbed the squad machine gun, took off his backpack and threw it to Tang Peng: "There are disassembly tools and liquid bombs in here, don't tell me, you don't
I will use these! Remember, Hua Tiao is still inside! If she has been sacrificed, let her people... be blown up together with the missiles. We would rather have no bones left than leave any evidence!"
"clear!"
When Tang Peng raised his hand to catch the backpack, the squad machine gun in Liao Jiangnan's hand was roaring again, and together with He Langyan, they re-laid a forward firepower for him.
Tang Peng had just run four or five meters with his backpack in his arms when he heard Liao Jiangnan yell again: "Remember, Hua Cuo is a—female!"
"Hua Cuo is a woman?"
Tang Peng paused slightly at his feet, then became violent again, but he was murmuring in his heart: They say war makes women go away, why would they send a woman to perform such a task? Are there no men in China? How strange!
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Hua Cuo opened her eyes with difficulty and saw the burning tent above.
Her eyes were glazed over and she shook her head vigorously, wanting to know where she was and what she was doing.
But the explosion of shells so close at hand had seriously interfered with her hearing. Apart from the roaring screams in her head, she could hear nothing, and it even interfered with her thinking.
Maybe three minutes had passed, maybe three centuries had passed, when Zai Huacuo sat up with his mouth wide open, looking at the burning tent above, thinking desperately about what he was doing and why he was in this place!