About two hundred meters away from the position of the guard company, Li Qianye stopped. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 The sound of gunfire and explosions in front of him made him frown.

"What the hell are you doing, Wood?" he grabbed the walkie-talkie from the guard's hand and roared angrily.

"Report to the regimental commander, the enemy has set up a mortar position outside the gate, which poses a great threat to our defensive positions. The positions of the platoon were destroyed, and the enemy's firepower was so strong that they had no way to carry out a counterattack. I'm working on a second line of defense, but if the enemy's mortar positions move forward, we'll probably not last long. The commander of the guard company replied dejectedly.

"You have to resist me! That mortar position, I'll find a way to solve it for you!" Li Qianye roared.

"Yes, Commander!" replied the commander of the guard company.

"Lao Ruan, you bring your brothers over to help. I'll send someone to kill that mortar position! Where did the hell get so much equipment from this Huaying Society? And he got it right under our noses!" Li Qianye sighed.

"This matter, I suspect that it has nothing to do with Qin Tian's gang. He is the captain of the Flying Eagle Clan, and it shouldn't be difficult for him to get some equipment from Xuanyuan Country!" Ruan Qinghe replied.

"They have the goods in their hands, and Lao Tzu also has the goods!" Li Qianye snorted coldly, "Since Hua Ying will be interested in sending me equipment, how can Lao Tzu let them down!"

"Okay, I'll take someone up first. After Ruan Qinghe finished speaking, he took dozens of Shahe gangs and ran quickly towards the position of the guard company.

"Rotten boy, go to the arsenal and drag those two big guns out for me, and then blow up the mortar position outside the gate for me!" Li Qianye, who had a fierce look in his eyes, said viciously with a walkie-talkie.

"Yes!" came a man's excited voice on the phone.

"Wood, I'll ask Ruan Qinghe to bring someone to support you. In addition, two more companies will be in place at once, and they will attack from both flanks of the enemy. You wait for my order to launch a counter-attack. Once the enemy's mortar position is destroyed, I want you to move forward as quickly as possible, cooperate with the troops on both flanks to complete the encirclement of the enemy, and wipe out the enemy who entered the stronghold in one fell swoop!" After issuing a series of combat orders, Li Qianye found the commander of the guard company again and asked him to prepare for a counterattack.

"Understood!" replied the guard company commander dryly. From the beginning of the battle until now, he has been in a state of depression. The existence of that mortar position caused serious casualties to his company, and also made him very aggrieved. As long as the regimental commander sent someone to take out that position, he had absolute confidence that a wave of attacks would leave all those daredevils who had almost consumed ammunition on the battlefield.

Lao Ba stood outside the gate, looking at the enemy position that had been blown up beyond recognition in the distance, and gave a thumbs up to Long Qiuyang, who was squatting on the ground to adjust the mortar.

"Cool!" Long Qiuyang wiped the sweat from his forehead and waved his fist vigorously, his eyes full of excitement. A long time ago, the eighth didn't know where to get a thing and then taught him how to operate it. At that time, he was just trying to be fresh, and he felt that it was very cool to fiddle with this thing, and he never dared to imagine that he would one day use this guy in battle to harvest the lives of the enemy himself. After all, he is a bastard, not a soldier who is ready to go to the battlefield at any time, and it seems a bit unreasonable to use mortars to deal with other gangs.

But today, he not only shot, but shot again and again. I don't know if it's because Lao Ba taught it well, or if he was lucky, he shot quite accurately every time. Eight mortars, after he carefully calibrated them, and several waves of attacks completely tore apart the enemy's defensive line.

Another wave of shells whizzed down on the enemy's positions. Lao Ba looked at the sky and suddenly frowned.

"Gun!" he held out a hand to the side.

A sniper rifle was handed to him.

With the gun in hand, the eighth man seemed to have changed into a different person, his expression was calm and solemn, there was a cold murderous intent looming in his eyes, and his thin body seemed to be filled with some kind of magical power for a moment, and the Huaying Club members beside him were excited.

It's been three years, and no one has ever seen the master do anything with someone, let alone use a knife or a gun. Who would have thought that the master would be able to do it today, and the first time he made a move, he was carrying a gun to kill someone! The gun in his hand was not an ordinary gun, but a sniper rifle that looked like a bull's fork to the extreme.

With a gun in one hand, Lao Ba walked towards the stronghold with a steady pace, and his figure quickly disappeared into the sound of gunfire.

"Master, how deep the hell is your water!" Looking at the murderous old eight, Long Qiuyang shook his head with a wry smile. At this moment, he really wanted to follow up and see what the master would do next. However, it is a pity that as the commander of the reserve, he cannot leave his post at the moment, and can only watch him disappear into the distance.

"Is that the master? What is he going to do?" Zhong Zheyuan, who was lying behind a bunker and was changing the magazine, couldn't help but let out an exclamation when he looked at the fleeting thin figure behind him. It was said that he would stay in the rear and take care of the reserves, why did this guy suddenly have a convulsion, and he went to the battlefield alone with a gun. Moreover, after he went to the battlefield, he did not come to join them, but slipped into a dark corner alone, what kind of medicine was sold in this gourd?

"It's him!" beside him, Qiao Sinian nodded in surprise, "Master, what is this going to do, is it going to stage the first drop of blood?"

The eighth man walked through the battlefield, and his body was like a ghost.

An anti-government soldier who ran out of nowhere confronted him. The panicked soldier had not yet raised the gun in his hand, and the figure of the old eight appeared in front of him in a flash, and the butt of the sniper rifle hit him in the face like lightning.

"Click-" With the crisp and grueling sound of broken bones, the face bloomed like a watermelon, and the bloodied soldier fell to the ground, instantly exhausted.

"Okay!" the old man looked at the blood-stained butt of the gun, and a cruel smile appeared on his face.

Wipe the butt of the gun on the corpse, and the eighth continued to walk forward.

Along the way, three more rebel soldiers died under the butts of his guns. The sniper rifle became an alternative killing weapon in his hands, and the smile on Lao Ba's face became more and more cold.

Walking to the back of a barracks, the eighth finally stopped and stood against the corner. Then, he threw a punch into the corner.

"Phew!"

There was a loud bang, and a large gap appeared in the corner of the wall. Lao Ba picked up the sniper rifle, stuck the body of the gun into the gap, and pointed the muzzle of the gun at a building in the distance. (To be continued.) )