A loud noise sounded, and the gunboat shuddered again.
Shells roared past.
"Run."
"Flash."
boom.
The Vietnamese's shouts suddenly stopped.
A large ball of fire and smoke rose up, covering the trench built by the Vietnamese.
Wow.
A large amount of blood, broken flesh, and mutilated limbs splashed out in all directions, like rain.
A few of the most vulnerable people were also maimed by the explosion. They were lying there with their faces charred and screaming. Until now, they still feel like they are in a dream. Why did these Chinese people attack? And it was just
A gunboat?
Blah, blah.
White waves surge.
The gunboat quickly approached the beach.
"Stop the boat and rush forward." He Zhenzhong roared, kicked his feet, and rushed forward violently. Then he flexed his feet and jumped into the air.
Boom.
He kicked his feet on the railing, twisted his waist, turned his body forward, and fell into the sea.
Wow.
As soon as he fell into the water, He Zhenzhong put the gun on his back and swam quickly towards the beach.
later.
The pockets of Old Yutou and others were stuffed with grenades found from the gunboat, and their faces were nervous and slightly excited. They didn't know how to play with guns. He Zhenzhong taught them how to use grenades. It was simple, and they
Not that much of a problem.
"Walk."
Old Yutou waved his hand and said loudly: "Old Yutou, I have lived a long life and suffered all my life. I dare not come to collect the bones of my wife and children. Today, I will risk my life."
"Yes, I'll risk it all."
"Take our island back."
"Walk."
The old fish leader led the people to jump off the boat and swim towards Hongma Island, which had been occupied by the Vietnamese for more than 40 years.
He Zhenzhong, who was the first to rush out, had already swam to the beach, holding a gun, and quickly headed towards the island.
"System, start scanning."
"Yes, host."
Soon, an invisible wave emanated from He Zhenzhong's body.
Hearing the sound, He Zhenzhong stopped suddenly, turned his body slightly to one side, and flicked the gun.
call.
Da da da.
Smooth gunfire sounded.
when.
Dang Dang.
The coconut tree kept shaking, and a steaming bullet hole appeared in the trunk.
Dong Dong.
Two corpses with wide-eyed eyes fell there, with expressions of disbelief on their faces. Can anyone in the world have such accurate marksmanship? The bullets fired actually formed a line and penetrated instantly.
Coconut trees, kill them.
"Host, seven o'clock direction, in the trench, grenade launcher."
Wow.
Without any hesitation, He Zhenzhong spread his feet and kicked away a handful of sand. His upper body leaned back sharply, almost at a 90-degree angle with his lower body. He held the gun in both hands and pressed down hard with his right index finger.
Da da da.
Puff.
Blood spattered, and the Vietnamese soldier who had just gotten up had a look of fear in his eyes. Then a sharp pain came, and he was hit by bullets and flew backwards.
Boom.
He fell down and lay in a pool of blood. The guy looked weakly at He Zhenzhong's turned back, feeling fearful in his heart. Did that guy have eyes on the back of his head? Otherwise, how would he know that he suddenly appeared from here? It's just,
He had no chance to know. If he tilted his head, he would be dead.
"Host, nine o'clock direction, grenade."
call.
He Zhenzhong turned around and raised the muzzle of his gun slightly.
Da da da.
Bullets flew past.
Dang Dang.
"No."
boom.
Amidst the shrill screams, blood* and minced meat flew everywhere, the head of the Vietnamese soldier who had just raised the grenade was instantly blown to pieces, and the charred, headless corpse fell back weakly.
Swish, swish, swish.
He Zhenzhong held the gun and walked forward quickly, leaving a trail of running footprints.
later.
Old Yutou and others also followed, but the sound of gunfire had faded away, and the ground was full of craters left by previous shells, as well as the corpses of Vietnamese soldiers who were still dying.
very safe.
The old fish head stood there, and suddenly he knelt down with a thud. He lay there with his face just pressed against the sand, with tears streaming down his face.
He finally stood on this island, this island that belonged to his motherland.
Once, this was his unforgettable nightmare. In order to seize this island, the Vietnamese fired brazenly and blew up their fishing boats docked on the island. His young wife, lovely son, and brothers all died there.
here.
He originally thought that he would never have the chance to set foot here in this life, to salvage the bones of his dead wife, children, and brothers and build a tomb for them. But now, his decades-long wish has come true, and they, the Chinese
People landed on this island and once again set foot on the occupied territory of their motherland.
Boom, boom, boom.
The young fishermen also knelt down, their eyes wet with tears. Their parents were the dead brothers of Old Yutou. Today, they can finally come to pay homage to their parents, so that the souls of those who have been wandering for many years can be buried.
For peace of mind.
Only those who have lost will know how difficult it is to regain. At this moment, no one can understand their excitement. Although they don’t know how the country and the government will deal with it, at least, at this moment, they once again set foot on this land that has been occupied for too long.
of islands.
The gunfire on the island continued, mixed with the sound of several explosions from time to time.
The old fishhead raised his head, stretched out his hand to wipe away his tears, looked back at the young faces, and said in a deep voice: "Little bastards, we have landed on the island. If the Vietnamese come over, we will all die.
, But even if we die, we will die on this island, understand? Let those *** Vietnamese know that we Chinese are not easy to mess with, and we are also bloody. "
"yes."
"good."
Everyone clenched their fists and looked determined.
Swish, swish, swish.
The sound of footsteps sounded, and Old Yutou led everyone, holding grenades, and quickly walked towards the depths of the island. These honest and simple fishermen have made up their minds to live and die with He Zhenzhong, the island of the motherland.