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Chapter 206 Drive the lambs down the hill

Unfortunately, Huang Qinghe's status as a bandit limited his scope of activities to the mountains. The mountains protected him but also blocked his sight. Even if he was the bandit leader, he was still a bandit.

Huang Qinghe thought of restraint, but he didn't expect that Mo Mao Mao restrained him not because he was afraid of reinforcements, but because he was afraid that he would run away when the situation was not good.

Huang Qinghe, who was unable to move forward and couldn't retreat, felt that his head was big at this moment, but he didn't know that his life was much better than that of his third brother who got up earlier than him and was more motivated.

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He still had time to get a head start. During this period, Huang Qingjiang had already stepped into Liu Dazhu's circle and became a horizontal bar on the butt of recruit Niu Er's gun.

Huang Qinghe, who had thought about it for a long time, had no other choice but to let the gangsters take turns shooting at the opposite ridge in vain, covering each other and moving forward at a turtle's speed. He actually wanted to protect himself and retreat, but Chen Yunfa refused! If it is true,

Because his group killed too many bandits and scared them away, Chen Yunfa shuddered just thinking about Fatty Tuanzuo's spittle.

It was absolutely impossible to run back. Although there was no one in sight, the bandits were not flying on grass. It was impossible not to make any noise. As long as he saw any movement behind him in the forest opposite, Chen Yunfa would fire a few times.

Shoot past them with bursts of fire. A light machine gun with a range of up to 900 feet should not be too easy to hit a target 500 feet away. The bandits who wanted to run back stopped after paying the price of more than a dozen people.

Unexpectedly, it was really possible to advance under cover like this. The mysterious gunner and the machine gunner seemed to be suppressed by a burst of gunfire. They only fired a shot from time to time. Although they were moving slower, they were still walking, right?

Anyway, as long as he goes forward, Chen Yunfa saves bullets and occasionally fires a few shots to prove his existence, regardless of whether he hits anyone. If he goes back, Chen Yunfa will not hesitate to use two magazines to break a few trees on the opposite side to prove his presence.

This road is blocked.

"Look, they won't run away this way!" Chen Yunfa bared his teeth and smiled.

Mo Mao Mao rolled his eyes at him and didn't bother to pay attention to him. Anyway, the tactical goal of restraint had been achieved. No, it was better than expected. They were like two hard-working shepherds, driving a group of sheep that were not too obedient.

Rushing to the slaughterhouse, I don’t know when the gang of butchers will arrive on the battlefield.

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For the bandits who had collapsed and were running around, the machine gunners of the recruit company used their unimaginable firepower to tell them that they could run away if they wanted, but they had to save their lives first.

If you want to survive, don't run. The only way is to raise the gun above your head and kneel down to surrender.

The bandits are very single. When a few machine guns are fired, the more clever bandits will kneel down and surrender. Human beings are a group animal. When they see someone taking the lead, come on, let’s not worry about the face of the green forest hero and survive.

Only then are you qualified to think about face.

Except for a few fierce ones who wanted to jump into the ravine to escape like Scarface, they were shot dead by the recruits who were worried about finding a target. In the end, more than 280 bandits surrendered.

In other words, each of the more than 100 recruits fired ten rounds just now, but they only killed more than a hundred bandits. On average, only one enemy was eliminated every ten bullets. The recruits, company commander Liu Dazhu, almost got angry with his nose.

Crooked.

Although the hit rate of destroying an enemy every ten bullets is actually very good, on a real battlefield, it is not easy to kill an enemy by firing fifty bullets.

However, that is to fight against other people's regular troops, especially the little devils. They are very thieves. Not to mention that when they shoot against you, they are well hidden and you can't hit them. Even when charging, the standard tactical positioning makes it impossible for you to hit them.

It's easy to aim and shoot him.

Who are these bandits who are either hiding behind obstacles and shivering, or are just stupid and don't scream and rush forward? The top of the sky is just a moving target for shooting. And they are still occupying this kind of terrain.

Even though it was cheap, it was inevitable that Liu Dazhu would be extremely dissatisfied with the recruits' first actual combat.

Of course, there is another very important reason. Liu Dazhu has to go straight to another battlefield. Since 280 people in one class are too few, he should make two classes! There are more than 400 bandits over there!

"Why are there so many people alive? I have so many people to take care of them?" Liu Dazhu said angrily when the veteran squad leader counted the number of prisoners and reported to him.

It almost scared the piss out of the bandit captives who were already huddled together like little sheep and shivering. We could eat, warm beds, and work. We were absolutely strong laborers! You can’t just say that no one is watching, so just give us up.

Kill it!

"Sir, if we don't want to run away, please give us some rope and we will tie ourselves up." A bolder bandit knelt down with a "pop" in front of this murderous officer who was more of a bandit than a bandit.

If you don't be bolder, the bandits are afraid that they won't even have the chance to be bold.

He had already seen the fierce look in the eyes of the soldiers in fancy clothes.

"Hey, that's a good idea. Niu Er, take someone to get some vines and tie them all up for me. Remember to string them together for me." Liu Dazhu nodded and accepted the frightened bandit's suggestion.

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The old vines in the mountains were stronger than hemp ropes. How dare the bandits, who were frightened by Liu Dazhu, have any fancy ideas? Binding their feet one by one was stronger than tying wild boars.

There was left one squad plus three light machine guns, and several lightly and seriously wounded people who had been bandaged. The only dead recruit who was unfortunately hit in the head by a heavy machine gun bullet was also covered with a white sheet and placed on a stretcher, parked in a cool place.

Several heavy machine guns and mortars were left behind because they were too heavy to move lightly. Liu Dazhu led the remaining 100 soldiers and marched lightly toward Hutou Mountain, where 400 bandits held by Mo Mao Mao were waiting.

them.

To be honest, Mo Mao Mao and Chen Yunfa were not sure whether Liu Dazhu could contain nearly 400 bandits with two guns. It was a bit mysterious just thinking about it.

However, an hour later, when Liu Dazhu sent the leading soldiers five miles in front of the main force to contact Mo Xiaomao and Chen Yunfa, the 400 bandits that Liu Dazhu saw were completely different from what he had imagined.

If the previous group of bandits who stepped into the ambush were more or less resistant to the green forest heroes who were killing people and stealing goods, then this group of ragged bandits who were in a daze were just like a gang of beggars, and it was still a few days ago.

The kind that haven't even eaten.

Being stared at at all times by a gun that could kill someone hundreds of feet away, the bandits were tough enough to walk on the mountain road for more than two hours without breaking down mentally.

And unfortunately, the very wise Huang Qinghe made a big mistake after all. It was not because he could still show his outstanding temperament as a bandit leader even though he was wearing ordinary bandit clothes, but because the shell gun he was carrying was too new.

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The baked blue on the gun body reflects the sunlight shining through the leaves, showing the style of a new gun. Its absolute value is more than 100 oceans.

Such a gun...cannot be used unless you have a big head!

So, he was shot to death by Mo Xiaomao who accidentally discovered him twenty minutes ago. He was shot in the head with a clean shot.

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