Doomsday: I, Commander of the Red Police

When Boss Xie walked out of the door, he saw a blinding scene.

A screech sounded, followed by a boom, kicking up a large amount of dust, shrapnel, and the person who was directly hit was squeezed into pieces like a rag doll.

The flames created by the explosion were like lighting, illuminating Jinsha Lake Prison.

“Save me! Help me! Yes!!! ”

Some of the thugs who were hit by shrapnel wailed, praying on the ground who would save him.

But no one dared to brave artillery fire to pull him back.

“Where was the cannon fired?” Elder Xie was furious, and Wang Yong, the second in command of the troops, asked.

Faced with Boss Xie’s question, Wang Yong swallowed his saliva and gave a negative answer.

“I don’t know, boss, it should be from the mountain.”

Hearing this answer, Boss Xie became even more angry, and he grabbed Wang Yong’s collar and questioned him irritably.

“What do you eat?” I asked about the specific location! Where did it come from? ”

Wang Yong was also helpless.

“Boss, it’s not even dawn yet, it’s hard for the brothers to identify, I’ve sent some brothers out, there should be news soon.”

Boss Xie let go of Wang Yong, he had few talents who could command, Wang Yong was a drug transport business at the border before the end of his life, and he was an armed drug dealer.

Therefore, he is one of the few talents that Boss Xie has military talent and command ability.

There was no one to use, and it was impossible for Boss Xie to move this only officer.

If the Sands Gang had professional officers or veterans at this time, they might have been able to quickly determine the approximate location of the Renaissance Army, but now they can only catch blind.

On the hilltop positions opposite Jinsha Lake Prison, the second lieutenant captains who served as commando captains were observing the situation in Jinsha Lake Prison with binoculars.

While observing, instructions were given to the mortar team to report new coordinates for the attack.

Six PP87 mortars were attacking almost in an orderly manner, creating the illusion that Jinsha Lake Prison was constantly being shelled.

This continuous but intensive shelling tested the nerves of the Sands gangsters.

As the saying goes, recruits are afraid of artillery, veterans are afraid of machine guns.

These Sands gang thugs have never seen what modern warfare is, and if they die, they will be gang shootouts with guns.

Where have they seen this kind of formation? Another air strike, another shelling.

At this moment, they would have already panicked, if not for the fact that the gang boss is still there, the commander is still there, and this is their lair.

It is estimated that in another place, they have already collapsed.

Most of the mob now huddled on the facades of buildings, praying that they would not be targeted by the Ba’ath Army.

In addition, there are some places in Jinsha Lake Prison where survivors and civilians have been entrapped.

Usually, they exist as laborers and coolies, and even as cannon fodder to drive away zombies, and these civilians can only build some log cabins and earthen houses outside the prison.

The homes of these civilians were not shelled at all, but the residential buildings, office buildings, and the main location of the prison occupied by the thugs were blown up fiercely.

Seeing this, some rioters wanted to run to this area and take the civilians as hostages, so that the Baath Army would be afraid.

However, before they could touch it, suddenly on the nearby heights, machine guns sounded.

“Tap-da-da, da-da-da.” The Type 12.7 heavy machine gun of the caliber 85 had a sharp short spot.

The fire of the light bomb exposed the location of the defense point, but the dense rain of bullets directly nailed the few thugs who wanted to touch the civilian area to death in the clearing.

To run to the area inhabited by the enslaved civilians, the thugs had to pass through an open space of at least 400 meters, which became a fatal distance.

After killing almost a dozen thugs, no one dared to run over in the rain of bullets.

That’s a dead end, a 12.7-caliber bullet hits a person, basically hitting there and breaking there.

The hands and feet were hit, maybe they could live, but they directly became crippled, and the torso and other parts were shot, directly broken into two, at least a hole the size of half a watermelon.

The bullet looked very miserable no matter which part it hit, especially if several thugs were hit and did not die.

Lying on the ground and constantly wailing, bleeding alive and dying.

Seeing such a scene, almost all the thugs who rushed to take civilians as hostages were terrified.

The most terrifying thing is the shelling of mortars, and the non-stop shelling tests the nerves of every mob every moment.

Even if the shelling did not hit itself, in fact, many of the rounds fell on the open ground without causing any casualties.

But this shelling is the most terrifying, because you don’t know if you’re the next to win.

“It’s so dark now! How could they blow us up! That machine gun was also too accurate! From here to that mountain, there is at least a little distance of a few kilometers! ”

A sharp-eyed thug spotted the fire of the machine-gun position and judged the specific location, but he was helpless.

At a distance of more than a thousand meters, the thugs in Jinsha Lake Prison were very desperate, and they simply did not have any firearms on hand to fight that far.

Maybe only a few sniper rifles can go that far, but it’s four or five o’clock in the morning.

In autumn in Handong Province, the nights are particularly long, and it doesn’t dawn until at least around 7 o’clock.

Now at this time, you can’t see it, you can’t fight at all.

Instead, the Baath Army bullets seem to have eyes, and whoever appears in the open space will be killed.

And they will distinguish who is a militant, who is a civilian, and thugs who stay in their so-called core area will not get by at all.

If the Sands Gang is a mixed military-civilian residence, the Ba’ath Army may still have a headache and will it hurt civilians.

But their method of distinguishing like this, the Baath Army almost laughed out loud and hit casually.

The thugs’ every move was too easy to recognize in the eyes of the revival army equipped with night vision devices, 4x optical sights, and telescopes.

Under the uninterrupted shelling, many thugs even began to break down their wills.

They huddle in the solid physical building of the main prison body, curled up and holding their heads.

The thugs watched the incessant shelling, and one could not help shouting like crazy.

“Stop blowing up!!” Then he ran out frantically.

After a rain of bullets, there was no sound again.

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