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Chapter 109 No Shot (2)

Li Chong covered his mouth and nose with a damp cloth, tied two glass bottles with shoelaces and hung them around his neck, holding the glass vessel in one hand, and walked quietly to the bottom of the window along the blind spot of the window.

At the same time, the instructor Liu Yueyang once again shouted to the devils in the room with a metal microphone to reduce the attention of the devils in the house.

Under the window sill, Li Chong could clearly hear a woman whining, her mouth seemed to be sealed.Quietly peeking at the crack of the door, the devils inside were not idle either. The leading devil was sitting on a stool and dealing with the instructor Liu Yueyang. One devil was guarding the hostages, and the other devil was setting up tables and chairs, and went to the room. There was a rope hanging from the beam, as if about to try to exploit the possibility of breaking out from the roof.

Li Chongshi pointed upwards, signaling to the teachers and students outside that the devils might break out from the roof, and let them take precautions.Then gently stepped under the window and came to the gate. There were many gun holes on the gate, and wisps of smoke came out from the reddish ashes, which were obviously just extinguished.

Finally, put the glassware on the small strand of burning ashes, pour the liquids in the two bottles together, and fan the door with the fan used by the fellow to blow the fire, and the bubbles will roll out a colorless stream. But the pungent smell seeped in through the small hole in the door.

In this way, every once in a while Li Chong would pour some ethanol and concentrated sulfuric acid into the glassware. Instructor Liu held up the tin horn and wrangled with the devils inside for seven or eight minutes.

The previous smoky smell was in front, and the devils in the room didn't notice this pungent smell.

At this time, two instructors, Chen Kezhai and Huang Guoshu, with wet cloths tied on their faces and Browning in their hands, quietly came to the eaves in front of the door. Instructor Liu continued to follow the man sitting on the bench outside the enclosure with a tin horn. The devil was talking.

Chen Kezhai pointed into the room, made a movement of thrusting in, and then raised three fingers.

When the last index finger came down, Chen Kezhai rushed to open the door first, followed by Li Chong and Huang Guoshu.

Ishida Ichiro on the bench was feeling dizzy in his head. At first he thought it was because he hadn't slept all night and he was out of spirits. Stand up, the brain can't help but want to sink!

The moment my heart suddenly became alert, the door burst open with a bang!Ishida Ichiro wanted to raise his gun to pull a grenade, but he was already a beat behind.

The two instructors flew up and kicked the two flying off the wall, while the devil who climbed up the beam was confused and frightened and fell directly from the beam. Fortunately, he was caught by the body tied around his waist. Otherwise, it is guaranteed that he can see his own brain.

Then the students who rushed in tied up the three devils inside without firing a single shot, and then removed all the equipment from the devils from top to bottom.

The three devils were dizzy, and they were forced to resist with their whole bodies, because the three of them knew that there would be no good ending if they survived.

The tactical instructor Chen Kezhai found three rags from the corner of the table in the room, and stuffed them into the mouths of the three struggling devils.

Then there was a tooth-piercing "click!", and Huang Guoshu came up and cut off one leg of the three devils, directly cutting off the possibility of the three of them escaping.

This scene made Li Chong finally understand what the instructor Liu Yueyang said before, that it is a kind of happiness for soldiers to die in battle, and even death becomes a luxury if they accidentally fall into the enemy's hands.

The three devils were hoarse, but their mouths were gagged with dirty cloths, and they could only shake and tremble in pain.

In order to prevent the devils from being rescued, the instructors commanded more than 30 Huangpu students who surrounded the courtyard to escort the three devils to a safe area.

The hostage family followed behind, and they had to be taken away. If they stayed, they might become hostages again and become an excuse for the devils to threaten them.

On both sides of the escort alleyway, the instructors were on the roof to guard against possible situations at any time, because when searching the objects on the three devils, a brass five-pointed star medal in Ichiro Ichiro's underwear was enough to prove his identity was not one. An ordinary soldier.

Therefore, the instructors were cautious during the transfer process, and even five instructors cleared the way ten meters ahead of time, and Li Chong followed behind the five instructors.

But Shangwangzhuang houses are intertwined, and you can only see the situation on the bright side. No one knows if someone is watching in the corners of the house.

In the private house at the turn of the alley, there is a hole the size of a fingertip in the corner of the two paper windows, behind which are two pairs of prying and indifferent eyes.

Under the window on the left, a heavily armed devil made a gesture of whether to attack or rescue the captain.

The ghost on the right shook his hand and said in a voice that only two people could hear, "Fujii, there are only two of us now, wait for the Chinese people in front to walk over, let's open the way with grenades, and then I will rescue the captain, you must quickly grasp it Two Chinese people as hostages!"

"Fukuoka, they are a full reinforcement platoon, we only have two people, and throwing a grenade may also hurt the captain."

"So, you have to remember what the captain said before he brought us in, the Airborne Special Forces has no prisoners!"

Fujii gritted his teeth, finally nodded, held a grenade on his body, and pressed his thumb against the pull ring.

When the teachers and students of Whampoa carried the three captured devils through the alley, two arms suddenly popped out from the windows of the houses behind the two low walls, and two black grenades flew over!
"Lie down, grenade!" The moment the pull ring sounded, the instructor in charge of the escort dragged the three devils back quickly and squatted in the corner.

Hearing the sound, Li Chong stepped on the window eaves of the house with sharp eyesight and quick hands. He rolled his body into the air and lay down on the roof. He covered his ears with his hands, and opened his mouth to touch the tiles. "Boom! Boom!" There were two bombing sounds.

What followed was the screams of the three students in the middle. They failed to retreat to the alley in time and were pierced into their bodies by shrapnel.

Another grenade flew over, and at the same time two devils jumped out of the wall, and the people in the turn of the alley where the submachine guns were pressing directly could not lean out.

The bullets of Fujii and Fukuoka missed the Whampoa student who was injured by the grenade and fell to the ground. This is the hostage who will escape later.

At this time, Li Chong on the roof and the five instructors walking in front quickly turned back. The bullets rushed out of the muzzle, and Fujii, who was about to squat down and hold the three wounded Whampoa students as hostages, froze instantly and fell to the ground. Lie next to the injured Huangpu practitioner and moved twice, blood flowed from his mouth.

Fukuoka didn't expect the Chinese people who passed in front of him to turn back so quickly. He didn't break through to the alley to turn around and die together. Immediately, he jumped into the window of the house on the left and broke the wooden window with his head. Of course, Fukuoka's head Wearing a helmet on, so head iron.However, at the moment most of his body fell into the window, two flowers of blood popped out of his calf.

The moment Fukuoka landed, he lowered his head and bared his teeth and looked at his calf, he was hit by two bullets and blood gushed out, he knew he couldn't run away.

After only one glance, Fukuoka sat down on the ground and leaned against the window, raised his hand and held the submachine gun, stabbed the muzzle out of the window with his backhand, and pressed the trigger.

(End of this chapter)