The elite 'Black Claw' mercenaries have all the weapons that the Chinese Teaching Company has, and there are even more and more complete ones. After all, one is a house-keeping thug, and the other is a surprise assassin. Let the assassin confront the thug head-on, and he can't do it!
Therefore, when Qin Weidong led his team to launch a raid on the city of Merida, he set a combat principle - attack quickly and slowly, and leave with one strike. What he was afraid of was being entangled by the enemy.
Guerrilla warfare without mobility is courting death. When he realized that Zhang Hong and others were trapped, Qin Weidong didn't even think about turning back to rescue him. Instead, he cut off his tail and fled. At most, he told Zhou Qingfeng. What he could do next
Just attract the enemy's large forces, and then you can only leave it to fate.
Gesar, who was thinking of accomplishing a great feat, really led a huge pursuit team of more than a thousand men to chase Qin Weidong like a dog. As for the small force that stayed in the city and was trapped in it, it was left to
His brother Hills.
Hills's fighting style is very similar to his brother, but more vicious. He brought several armored vehicles to surround Zhang Hong and others, but after getting into an armored vehicle and being bombed, he gave up and used the equipment hard.
the other person’s idea.
In the battles of the apocalypse, equipment wears out quickly and is difficult to replenish. Even a firearm is precious. However, the military industry either has personnel disappearing or is destroyed by nuclear bombs. In a few years, it will be difficult to manufacture any regular equipment except for stocks. Human lives can be said to be more valuable than equipment.
Still valuable.
In order to avoid unnecessary losses, Hills ordered his security forces to tear down the wall and advance, surrounded by iron barrels, and Mexican cannon fodder would die. He didn't even bother to use mortars, and directly ordered to advance to a certain distance and then attack Zhang Hong.
Throw grenades on the position occupied by others.
In the dark night, the security forces could only rely on torches for illumination. They didn't know exactly where Zhang Hong and others were. But there were dozens of grenades scattered in the sky, and they were thrown so comprehensively that there was no place to hide.
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Zhang Hong and others were really cowardly and indignant. More than a dozen of them were blown up like rats and wanted to dig holes in the ground. Finally, they gritted their teeth and decided to charge with all their might, even if they died, they would have to drag a few more people with them.
"Brothers, I'll see you in the next life. It seems that you are not lucky enough to take care of my four wives." Zhang Hong's face was full of smoke at this moment. He unloaded his heavy machine gun from the gun rack and held it in his arms.
There, he looked like he was about to die generously.
The other dozen or so people also planned to give it a try. Before they died, they all bragged about how wonderful the wives they were allotted were because other comrades were not so lucky. But when these dozen people wanted to be martyrs, they were allotted the wives.
A voice suddenly sounded on the radio station.
"Class 1 and 2? Is anyone still alive?"
"We are all here. Except for a few people who have some shrapnel on their bodies, everyone's body parts are still complete. But we can't hold on anymore. We don't want to be killed by others in vain, so we decided to launch an assault.
No matter who you are, please take care of the wives of our class who stayed in Havana. There are almost sixty wives for a dozen people. Brother, you have to take it easy." The communications soldier in the class was also determined to die, and he didn't care in the end.
Who sent the message and stated his last words in a carefree manner.
However, there was no emotion in the voice of this call. He was neither happy nor sad. He just said lightly: "I have more wives than I can take care of. I will keep your wives for you to raise. Now they are all hidden by me."
Hold on, I'll save you."
When they heard that someone was contacting them, the entire first platoon and second squad were wondering if they should say something before they died. But after listening to what the other party said, the communications soldier asked: "Brother, do you know how many people are surrounding us?"
Get out of here quickly, don’t get trapped in it.”
The other party was silent for a few seconds, but then said in a deep voice: "I am Victor Hugo, and I am your legion commander. I will not leave you alone."
Damn it! Hearing this, the signal soldier felt like he had seen God. He lay on a few rotten bricks and shouted: "The person who spoke to us was the commander of the regiment. He said that he would come to rescue us personally and told us to hide.
Don’t die too quickly.”
Really? They say that the Legion Commander is awesome and invincible. He runs across New York and all over the world. He can't even be killed by a nuclear bomb. The dozen or so guys who were so tough just now decided to be cowardly. Everyone thought, 'Hmm.
..., I can still suffer a little longer and wait for the legion commander to come to save me.'
So those who were looking for cover looked for cover, and those who were looking for bomb craters looked for bomb craters. After some people hid it, they shouted optimistically: "Who said you don't want your wife just now? Give it to me."
"It's Zhang Hong."
"It's Zhang Hong."
"It's Zhang Hong."
A bunch of big-headed soldiers waited in fear to be rescued, and at the same time they did not forget to tease their companions. Zhang Hong limped and jumped into the crater where the previous shell exploded with his assistant shooter, and shouted back: "Get out of here, think about my wife again."
But you’ve fallen out of favor!”
In the outer encirclement, Hills, who was in charge of the command, was holding a night vision device and staring at the battlefield where grenades were flying. He angrily cursed the security forces as idiots and waste, "Where are you throwing your grenades?"
Throw it on your own people."
Night fighting and street fighting require a high degree of organization and coordination, but the Mexican security forces are obviously unorganized and undisciplined warriors. They launched the attack with a will to live, but it didn't take long for their bodies, which had been malnourished for a long time, to
Load and strenuous activities caused many people to suddenly faint or even die suddenly during battle.
This situation forced Hills to constantly adjust the front line, and send his elite men to supervise the battle. In the end, he simply organized a suicide squad to rush forward. If they couldn't rush forward, they would consume the bullets of Zhang Hong and others.
But in the end, even the death squads were useless, and both sides were fighting to the point of despair. One side had no ammunition and no way out, and the other side had no physical strength and will. They couldn't fight no matter what. The most they could do was grit their teeth and hold on.
"Go and call in another group of security forces. The group that is surrounding you cannot move anymore, otherwise it will collapse." Hills also knew that he could no longer force his security forces. Those Mexicans had not had enough to eat for months.
After a night of tossing, I almost lost all my strength.
With just this order, Hills discovered that none of the three orderlies who were supposed to be with him were there, leaving only fifteen or sixteen armed guards looking at each other. He couldn't help but be surprised: "Where are those orderlies?
?”
The command radio was still on the orderly's possession, and Hills only carried a walkie-talkie for small-scale internal use. He called several times into the walkie-talkie, but received no response.
Is there any mistake? In this dark night, more than a dozen elite mercenaries from the "Black Claw" unit were stunned in the ruins of the streets where stray bullets were flying and gunfire was everywhere. They lost the ability to communicate, but they could still contact several people just now.
The commander with hundreds of subordinates immediately felt that he was so lonely.
"Something is wrong. Go back and look for it." As a commander, Hills did not arrange a large group of subordinates around him, but dispersed them to organize attacks. He himself had been walking around the battlefield, and there were not many people around him.
As for those orderlies, they were clearly following behind just now.
When Hills turned around, he suddenly saw a dark figure standing among the ruins of the street more than ten meters away. Even with night vision goggles, he could not see clearly.
Wearing a black hood.
"Stop, who are you?" Such a strange person suddenly appeared on the battlefield, and anyone's heart would be chilled. Hills shrank back and hid behind his bodyguards, and shouted in a vicious voice. While his bodyguards
Firearms from all ends locked onto the target.
The man's hand loosened and a corpse dropped with a plop. He faced the gun and taunted: "You are too close to me, you are already dead."