The nine hundred and eighteenth chapter into a tube, into a tube (a)
Vietnam, the capital of Lao Cai Province, Lao Cai City. ∠↓←Shuyuan he←
Boom boom.
A ball of fire rose up, followed by a crash, bricks and stones scattered, and gunpowder smoke scattered.
Deng Deng Deng.
Several figures with faces covered with gunpowder smoke and wearing military uniforms flashed past, walking quickly between the ruins, but their eyes were fixed on the Vietnamese soldiers in the squad in front, with murderous intent flashing in their eyes.
"Notify the brothers above that the target is coming, prepare for action."
"yes."
One minute later.
Whoosh.
Ten cautious and highly vigilant Vietnamese rebels immediately raised their heads and without any hesitation, quickly hid towards the trash cans and store pillars on the street.
Snap, snap.
Wow.
Liquid splash.
A Vietnamese man breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't anything, but he immediately felt something was wrong. This smell? His nose twitched a few times and kept sniffing. Then his face changed drastically, "Flash, it's gasoline."
Unfortunately, it's too late.
Bang bang.
Coming flying.
Dang Dang.
Sparks flew everywhere, and then with a bang, a huge flame rose up and spread rapidly in all directions.
"ah."
The shrill screams sounded, and the ten Vietnamese rebels hiding nearby immediately turned into burning men, threw them away, and ran wildly, screaming like slaughtering pigs, and soon fell to the ground, rolling, Waves of meaty aroma wafted out.
"Walk."
Several Chinese people hunkered down and left with their hands. It wasn't that they were unkind and didn't want to give those Vietnamese a happy life. The key was that they didn't do enough, so they could only let those guys die in such a miserable way.
From the moment the U.S.-Japanese coalition launched an attack on the Chinese army, in Lao Cai Province, the Vietnamese rebels launched an attack on various cities where the Chinese officers were stationed.
With the help of Lao Maozi's artillery, the Vietnamese rebels basically had no pressure at all. They easily broke through the outer defense line and advanced to the edge of the city. Then there was another burst of wild bombing, and those guys broke through the city from all directions.
They thought this was a very easy battle. After all, the Chinese army had already gone to the southern front to fight the Americans and Japs, and there were basically no regular troops. However, after entering the city, they realized how wrong they were. How outrageous. It is not an exaggeration to describe this city as a murderous plan. If they did not occupy a street, they would have to pay a heavy price. However, within a few minutes, Chinese figures appeared in the occupied area again, and it was impossible to guard against them.
Deng Deng Deng.
The sound of dense footsteps sounded, and a platoon of Vietnamese rebels rushed over panting, but they quickly stopped and stared at the end of the alley in front of them. Is this a dead end?
Damn it, the face of a Vietnamese lieutenant officer who led the team was green with anger, and his teeth were almost broken. This is their Vietnamese city, but these Chinese people are like nothing. They are even more familiar with every corner than they are. Leading them like this Can't you block people everywhere?
Blah, blah.
There was a sound above the head, and the Vietnamese lieutenant looked up, his eyes immediately widened, and a puzzled look appeared on his face. The sky was filled with white, as if it was raining and snowing.
"ah."
"ah."
The shrill screams immediately started. Dangdang, several Vietnamese threw away their hands, squatted down with pain on their faces, raised their hands, and kept covering their eyes.
"Lime powder, close your eyes." The Vietnamese lieutenant closed his eyes and shouted.
Da da da.
At the entrance of the alley, a pilot armed as a controller appeared there with a light machine in his arms. With a touch of cold air on his face, he pressed down hard with the index finger of his right hand.
Da da da.
Puff.
The Vietnamese soldiers, whose eyes were closed by the lime powder, didn't even have the strength to fight back. They were struck down and fell down. Blood flowed out, mixed with lime powder, and made a hissing sound and hot breath.
As it rose up, the surviving Vietnamese also screamed in irritation. It was so miserable that people couldn't help but feel chilled when they heard it.
The dead Vietnamese also had aggrieved expressions on their faces.
"Ah." The Vietnamese lieutenant yelled, with tears of grievance flowing from his eyes. Can he still have a good fight? Can he still have fun? Is there anything like this in fighting?
However, they don't know that this is the way the officers always fight, even to their own people, let alone their enemies...
the other side.
Woo woo woo.
Crunch, crunch.
A Changan van sped away from the street covered with broken bricks, making loud banging sounds from time to time. The glass of the rear window had been shattered. Two people kneeling in the back seat hugged each other and kept talking.
Shooting location.
Woo woo woo.
Behind, a Vietnamese infantry fighting vehicle was chasing madly.
Da da da.
The machine set up on the roof of the car kept firing, but the Vietnamese was like a ghost. Damn it, are these Chinese people F1 champions? A broken van turned left and right, sometimes accelerating, sometimes making a sudden turn.
, I chased him for several minutes, but he still didn’t hit me. I really thought I’d seen a ghost.
Woo woo woo.
The van sped off.
"Quick, speed up." The Vietnamese urged, raised his head, and began to aim. It was a big deal, and a look of horror immediately appeared on his face, "Hey, stop the car quickly."
Sizzle.
The wheels scraped against the ground, and bursts of smoke rose into the sky.
But, it's too late.
boom.
A loud noise sounded.
The infantry fighting vehicle hit two stone pillars used to restrict the passage of ultra-wide vehicles, and was instantly stuck there. The violent impact and huge inertia caused the pilot to fly out with a cry, and with a shrill scream
He hit the wall next to him with a loud bang, and his head was shattered instantly. Blood and brain matter mixed with it and flowed out. Several other guys in the car were also hit with bruised heads and bleeding, and they were almost alive.
Woo woo woo.
The Chang'an van reversed back, opened the door with a clatter, jumped out and two men walked over to kill the surviving ones. They all had a sneer on their faces. The IQ of these Vietnamese is really worrying.
When chasing a van in the city, they didn't even see if their infantry fighting vehicle could pass through these narrow places.
"Quick, unload the machine and put it in the car."
"yes."
On the other side, on the outskirts of the city, several tanks, coordinated by Lao Maozi, who had put on Vietnamese military uniforms, moved forward quickly. Behind them, several tubes of corpses whose heads had been shot were vaguely visible.