Rise of the Wasteland

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Huaxia teaches that even the most sophisticated ‘black claw’ mercenaries are available, even more in number. After all, one is a housekeeping thug, and the other is an assassin of a surprise attack. The assassin is a hard-core thug.

Therefore, when Qin Weidong led the team to launch a raid on Merida, he set a principle of combat-hit fast and slow, and leave in one hit. What he was afraid of was getting entangled by the enemy.

Guerrilla warfare without mobility is to seek death. When Zhang Hong and others were trapped, Qin Weidong never thought of turning back to rescue, but fled directly, at most, and spoke to Zhou Qingfeng. What he can do next is to attract the enemy's large army, and then he can only take orders.

In his heart, Gesar really took a huge chasing team of more than a thousand dogs and walked away like a dog-like Qin Weidong. As for the small army left behind in the city, it was thrown to his brother Hills.

Hills's combat style is similar to his brother, but more vicious. He took several armored vehicles to surround Zhang Hong and others, but after getting on an armored vehicle and being blasted, he gave up the idea of ​​using equipment to consume the other side.

In the last days of battle, the equipment is worn out quickly and it is difficult to add, even a firearm is valuable. However, the military industry either disappeared or was destroyed by a nuclear bomb. Within a few years, except for the inventory, any formal equipment would be difficult to manufacture. Human life can be said to be more valuable than the equipment.

In order to avoid unnecessary losses, Hills ordered his security forces to dismantle the wall and advance, surrounded by iron barrels, and died from Mexican cannon fodder. He didn't even bother to use the mortar, and directly ordered to advance to a certain distance and threw a grenade at the positions where Zhang Hong and others were entrenched.

In the dark night of Hei Gu, the security forces can only rely on torches, and they are not sure where Zhang Hong and others are located. However, there were dozens of grenades littered in the sky, and there was nowhere to hide under the covering throw.

Zhang Hong and others were really miserable and indignant. More than a dozen people were bomb-like hatred and couldn't dig underground. In the end, they decided to fight as soon as they gritted their teeth, and they had to pull a few more backs to die.

"Brothers, goodbye in my next life. It seems that you are not blessed to take care of my four big horses wife." Zhang Hong was now full of smoke, and he unloaded his heavy machine gun from the gun holder and held it in his arms. Here, there is a misery to be generous.

And a dozen other people are also planning to give it a try. Before dying, they all bragged about how their wife was good, because other comrades had no luck. But when these dozens of people wanted to be martyrs, the radio station assigned to them suddenly sounded a sound.

"One row and two shifts? Is anyone still alive?"

"We are all there, except for a few people who have more shrapnel, and everyone's parts are still complete. But we can't stick to it, the big guy didn't want to be bombarded and killed, and decided to launch an assault.

No matter who you are, the wife of our class who stays in Havana will bother you to take care of it. There are about sixty wives in a dozen people, brothers. The correspondent in the class was also determined to die. He didn't care who sent the communication, and he gave a last thought.

It ’s just that the voice of this call did n’t see any mood swings, unhappy and sad, but just said lightly: “My wife ca n’t take care of you enough. Your wife keeps your own support. Now I have hidden it for me. Hold on, I'll save you. "

When I heard someone contacting me, the whole second-row people wondered if they should say something before they **** it? But after the correspondent heard the words of the other party, he asked, "Brother, do you know how many people are surrounded by us? Hurry up and don't get in."

The other side was silent for a few seconds, but said in a deep voice: "I'm Victor Hugo, the head of your legion, and I won't leave you alone."

Lying down! When he heard this, the correspondent was like seeing God. He lay on a few rotten bricks and shouted, "It was the legionnaire who spoke to us. He said that he would come to rescue us personally, and tell us to hide and not die too soon."

Really? It is said that the leader of the legion was courageous, invincible, across New York, and across the sea, even the nuclear bombs could not be killed. A dozen men who had just been full of strength immediately decided to shrink their heads into turtles. Everyone was thinking, ‘hmm ... I can still suffer a little more, waiting for the commander of the army to come to the rescue. ’

So look for the cover, look for the cover, look for the crater. Someone confided and said optimistically, "Who said just now that he didn't want his wife? Give it to me."

"It's Zhang Hong."

"It's Zhang Hong."

"It's Zhang Hong."

A bunch of soldiers waited fearfully to be rescued, and they did not forget to ridicule their companions. Zhang Hong stomped his legs and led his deputy shooter into the crater where the shells had exploded, and countered loudly, "Get out, remember that my wife can turn her face!"

In the surrounding encirclement, Hills, in charge of the command, stared at a battlefield where the grenades flew, staring at the battlefield as idiots and waste. "Where are your grenades? Throw it on yourself. "

Night battles and street battles require a high degree of organization and coordination, but the Mexican security forces are clearly classified as unorganized and undisciplined. They launched an attack with a will to live, but it didn't take long for the chronically malnourished body to be unable to bear it. Vigorous activity caused many people to suddenly faint during a battle, and even die suddenly.

This situation made Hills have to adjust the front line frequently, and had to send his elites to supervise the battle. In the end, he simply organized the daredevil team to advance, and could not consume the bullets of Zhang Hong and others.

But in the end, even the daredevil team was useless, and both sides reached the end of the mountain. One side has no ammunition and no way out, the other side has no physical strength and will, and can't move anyway, at most it is gritted.

"Go and dispatch another batch of security forces. The group that is now surrounded must not move, otherwise it must collapse." Hills also knew that his security forces could no longer be forced. Those Mexicans have not eaten enough for months. Almost tossing all night.

Just with this summons, Hills found that none of the three servicemen who should be used next to him were at all, leaving only fifteen or six armed guards facing each other. He couldn't help but wonder: "How many service men?"

The commander's radio is still on the servicemen ~ www.readwn.com ~ Hills only has a walkie-talkie for internal use. He shouted a few times on the intercom, but got no response.

Is there anything wrong? In this dark night, more than a dozen elite mercenaries of the "Black Claw" unit flew in stray bullets, and the street ruins were full of gunfire. After losing communication ability, the commander who was able to reach hundreds of men immediately felt that he was lonely.

"Things are a little bit wrong. Go back and find them." As a commander, Hills did not place a large number of subordinates around himself, but dispersed and organized attacks. He has been walking around on the battlefield himself, not many people around him. As for the servicemen, they were clearly following.

And when Hills came back, he saw a dark shadow standing in the ruins of the street more than ten meters away. Even with the night vision device, he could not see clearly. After careful care, he found that he was on his head. With a black hood.

"Stop, who are you?" There was such a strange person on the battlefield that Leng Buding appeared. Hills flinched behind and hid behind the guard, yelling loudly. The guards under his command locked the target at each end.

The comer loosened his hands and threw down the corpse. He mocked at the muzzle: "You're too close to me, already dead."

"Arrogant, kill him!"

The sound of gunfire rang ... (To be continued.)

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