He Er, who was already dead, didn't know that his mobilizer not only roasted four Black Hawk Empires alive, but also stored dozens of 57mm shells in the 89 tank. The Black Hawk infantrymen were shocked by their colleagues who were steaming hot and smelling meat, and even forgot that there were even more terrifying shells there.

The 57mm tank can easily destroy houses, and the explosion of dozens of shells is even more terrifying. The 89 tank weighing more than ten tons is blasted five or six meters above the ground. The "little chiji" poked on the huge body and the turret flew out more than twenty meters away. Not only did it smash the roof of a house, but it also crushed the unlucky boy into meat sauce.

Not to mention the Black Hawk Empire people within a dozen meters around, and the flying steel debris completely buried them.

He Er's record all fell into Qingpi's eyes more than 300 meters away. Although he could not know who the comrade who had been burned to black but still bravely threw out the mobilization bottle and ignited the entire Black Hawk Army tank, he knew that it was his own people who ignited the tank and killed a circle of Black Hawk Empire Black Hawk Empire people.

"Boy, Ala doesn't know what you are doing, but remember that the tank and more than a dozen Black Hawk Empire soldiers were killed by my brothers from the Huangsucheng Security Group. It was our own people in Huangsucheng. He did not embarrass the people in Huangsucheng." The green skin spotted the fire in the ruins in the distance, and patted the melon-pie child who was lying underneath and looking out through the gaps of the wooden boards.

"Yes!" Xia Qiusheng nodded fiercely.

The remaining 89 tanks on Pizhou Road in Zhongling finally escaped the disaster and hid in the shops on the street. However, the Black Hawk artillery soldiers were not so lucky. Those who were slow to react and stayed on the street were shot into "meat parts" all over the ground by two unscrupulous machine guns firing forward and backward. Those who were quick to react and hide in the houses on both sides were actually not much better. Most of the mortar shells that were shot desperately fell into the houses. Even if they couldn't kill people, they could still blow up the houses.

Staying there was a bet on luck, but many Black Hawk artillery soldiers looked bad. With the ignition of the tanks as guidance, the mortars pouring fire into this area were shot very accurately. With the destroyed 89 tanks as the center, they were constantly being visited by shells within a radius of 1,000 meters. The Black Hawk artillery soldiers hiding in the house were either bombed to death or buried alive by the collapsed house.

After more than 20 minutes, the mortars in Huangsu City and Shouhuai City seemed to have exhausted enough and gradually stopped.

The Black Hawk infantry, who were still alive around, gathered here under the loud command of commanders at all levels, and they were cautious and did not dare to gather too much, so as not to let the kingdoms slap again.

As the squadron leader of the 7th Infantry Squadron, Fang Chaowu was also very frustrated. Although the empire's artillery was far stronger than the kingdoms, in this area, the kingdoms could fire unscrupulously, but they could not. There were not many kingdoms in this area, but there were many Black Hawk Empire people. When the empire's large-caliber artillery shells came, the biggest possibility was that they were bombed into the sky.

After finally moving a few small caliber cannons! Look at the mess on Zhongshan Road Street, Fang Chaowu wanted to cry. A 89 tank was left with only a pile of scrap iron, and a little wife who had been ravaged by several hooligans and hid until now, but there was still one tank left, but those precious infantry artillery and war defense cannons were thrown on the street for the artillery fire to trample on them. Although they were not blown to pieces, you can tell that they must be the bastard who was broken, at least they can't be used now.

Even if it can be used, what about the people who can shoot artillery? He was hiding from the corner and directing his subordinates to poach people in collapsed houses everywhere, scanning the artillery soldiers with no more than 30 people, all of whom were covered in dust. He was so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood.

This marked that when he continued to search forward and fought against the kingdom people ahead, he had no more heavy weapons to help, at least within an hour.

The Black Hawk Army Captain who lost his heavy weapon soon encountered a tough guy.

As the Black Hawk Army continued to resume its search formation and advanced forward, as the gunshots of resistance in the ruins became weaker and weaker, Qingsie, who bent down and leaned against the stone tower wall, pulled out a few sips of smoke. His eyes were like a wolf, and even the "little melon skin" beside him couldn't help but sit back.

"Brother, what do you want to do?" The 10-year-old boy was instinctively afraid of this somewhat fierce look.

"With this little courage, I sneaked in and beat the Black Hawk Empire Black Hawk Empire?" He slightly stopped his anger, but Qingpi grinned.

"Ala...How did Nong know?" The little boy couldn't help but become curious. He was lying to this person just now.

"Little Broken Child, who can you hide from me?" Qingpi smiled brighter. She didn't say the reason for how she guessed. She pointed out with her hand and said, "You didn't leave at first, but now it's too late to leave. I'm going to kill the Black Hawk Empire. Are you brave enough to get bullets on me? If not enough, I'll just lie down and hide from me and don't move."

"How can Nong underestimate people? Of course Alah dares..." Xiao Guapi blushed and raised her chest angrily, reached out and picked up a rifle that was taller than his body. After a long time, she asked with a red face: "Brother, how can I get the bullet?"

I don't know if it was because of disappointment or pity, so I shook my head and sighed. Qingpi, who had made up his mind, was patiently teaching the child in front of me who was only in his teens to put bullets on the rifle and the shell gun. He had no choice. The child in front of me was his only helper. When he started to fight, he would have no time to put bullets on.

However, Xiaoguapi has the unique intelligence of the southerners. He quickly learned to put bullets on rifles and wrench guns. Qingpi put all the bullets and guns on his body, including grenades, and reached out to pick up the light machine gun, put the magazine on, and looked back at Xiaoguapi, "Wait and start fighting, remember it for me, and don't call me to hand me the gun, just lie on the ground and don't move."

The next moment, gunfire sounded suddenly on the top of the 46-meter-high tower in the Buddhist temple.

Fang Qiaowu was only 100 meters away from the Buddhist temple. The bullets spurted from the sky made a small team marching in the alley lying on the ground. They were all veterans, and they quickly determined that the bullets hitting the walls and on the ground in front of them were shot from the sky. The bullets shot at this angle were terrible. They were not safe to lie on the ground. They were not hit by bullets, and they were also likely to be hit by jumps that changed directions on the walls.

However, the damn kingdom alley is too narrow and there is no place to hide around, unless they stand against the wall and become a mural. Don't say that, there is really a Black Hawk Army doing this, pressing against the wall and moving forward slowly, silently chanting whether "God" blessing or "can't see me" or "can't hit me" or "can't hit me".

Anyway, after being attacked for half an afternoon, the Black Hawk Army infantry no longer shouted "Long Live the Emperor". His Majesty really couldn't control the kingdoms who were hiding in every corner to shoot black guns. This has become the consensus of all Black Hawk Army officers and soldiers. Moreover, those who shouted "Long Live the Emperor" often attract more bullets.

The only Black Hawk infantry worthy of the 7th Infantry Squadron of the 11th Infantry Brigade is glad that the gunman of the kingdom who was hiding at a high place to shoot black guns was bad enough. At least he had shot a magazine bullet, and he had not heard the numb screams.

"Damn Niliangbi, this broken gun." Qingpi on the top of the pagoda was so angry that he cursed.

If you can't beat the gun, the instinct of the green-skinned gangster is back.
Chapter completed!