It was normal for the sixteen soldiers who originally belonged to the special operations team to have such an awareness, but the other fourteen soldiers had joined the independent battalion for less than three months, and it was really surprising to Xu Zhi to have such a determination to die.

Although Xu Zhi only said that he wanted to detonate explosives in the crowd, he did not say that these people must also die together; But in front of the enemy's guns dozens of times larger, it is almost impossible to rush in alive, and who can come out of it alive?

It's just that he ignored a problem, Song Wen and the soldiers of the independent battalion experienced the previous battle with Lin Guozhong and Zhou Zuopeng, and their psychology will naturally change.

And they have all been practicing martial arts with Song Wen since childhood, and their personalities will inevitably be influenced by Song Wen.

Although Song Wen has no culture and doesn't even know a few words, the position of the word "righteousness" in his heart is very important.

If he promises something, he will never break his promise.

Moreover, in his cognition, those who have gone through life and death side by side are siblings.

He regarded Liu Cheng as a brother, and these apprentices he brought out naturally regarded his comrades-in-arms as brothers.

Maybe they don't know each other's names yet, but they can definitely give each other's backs with confidence.

This is a unique feeling on the battlefield, and those who have not experienced it will never be able to understand it!

Xu Zhi's gaze swept over the faces of the thirty soldiers in turn, and he felt a little more confident in the success of this mission.

In fact, he hadn't even thought about being able to drive a few of the tanks back, and if he could blow them all up, he would be satisfied.

But at this moment, he wanted to give it a try.

Xu Zhi's fingers tapped in front of the ten of the fighters in turn, and said in a deep voice:

"This sneak attack is initiated by the ten of you; Remember, your success is also the key to the ultimate success of our mission! Six of you had joined the Independence Battalion not long ago, and I shouldn't have sent you there;

However, our mission this time is to make the enemy tanks as our own as possible, and you can't control the tanks, so I have to keep more people who can control the tanks and let them complete the mission! ”

One of the thin warriors said at the moment when Xu Zhi's voice just fell:

"Company commander, since we people have decided to come with you, we haven't thought about those complicated things, and we don't need to explain these things to us at all, what do you say, we can do it!"

"Good! Now, the ten of you will set off immediately, so that these traitors who eat people and don't pull can see the power of our independent battalion! Xu Zhi's voice trembled a little.

At this moment, he seemed to understand Liu Chenggang's mood.

It is true that bloodshed and sacrifice on the battlefield is inevitable, but that sacrifice is not the same as what they are facing now.

In the face of such a task that is impossible to complete alive, whoever the commander lets go is equivalent to letting whoever dies.

In positional warfare, a certain team is required to charge, and although it is dangerous, it is not dead, so the commander will not create pressure and obstacles when giving orders.

But this kind of task, which is to name people to die, is equivalent to the person who gave the order to end the life of a person or a group of people with his own hands.

At such a time, the heart of any commander who treats the warrior as a sibling brother will be as tormented as Liu Cheng.

Watching the ten warriors turn over and get on their horses and rush towards the enemy camp without looking back, Xu Zhi gritted his teeth and tried to widen his eyes so that the tears in his eyes did not remain.

While it is highly likely that he will be like them in the near future, that will be for later.

At least for this moment, he's alive and well!

"Huh......" Xu Zhi exhaled a long breath and ordered the remaining twenty soldiers in a deep voice:

"Everyone be ready to fight, as soon as there is an explosion on their side, we will immediately rush over from the front!"

The ten fighters worked in pairs and quietly dived to a position about five hundred meters away from the enemy.

The sides and the eight people who were about to cut off the back side were fine, the slopes on both sides and the weeds more than half a man tall were able to provide them with a natural barrier that was not easy to spot.

However, the two fighters in charge of attacking from the front could not continue to sneak closer, and if they got closer, they would surely be spotted.

The two applied pine oil to the horsetail, looked at each other, and at the same time lit the horsetail.

Together, the two horses let out a long neigh, throwing out two flaming rays of fire and charging towards the enemy.

The sound of German submachine gun gunfire pierced the silence of the night, and the puppet army who had been ordered to protect the eight tanks was suddenly startled.

The two fires in the distance rushed like lightning, and the puppet soldiers at the front immediately raised their guns to aim and shoot, but in panic, their marksmanship was inaccurate.

Originally, the distance that could be seen at night was not far enough, and the speed of just two fires was too fast, and the bullets rained over, which made those puppet soldiers even more panicked in their hearts.

But the closer they got, the more and more bullets flew towards the two warriors.

To make sure they didn't fall off their horses, the two warriors tied their belts directly to the saddle so that even if they were shot, they wouldn't fall off their horses.

A bullet passed through the right side of the warrior's chest, and the tremendous force of inertia caused his body to fall backwards in an instant, but it could not stop the horse's momentum.

The soldier who had been wounded by the bullet was forced to lie down on his horse, but his left leg and back were shot one after another, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, leaving a bloody mark on the ground.

The same was true of the other fighter, whose German submachine gun could only shoot at the enemy on one side of the horse.

Although the two war horses were shot several times, the frightened war horses did not fall to the ground, and rushed into the crowd with the two soldiers who had fallen into a semi-comatose state.

At this time, the remaining eight warriors were also about to rush into the puppet army camp, they had already seen the impending death, but none of them flinched.

"Boom! Rumble! ”

After two loud bangs, the more than 200 puppet soldiers on the frontal defense were almost completely killed and wounded, and the shrapnel and strong air waves generated by the simultaneous explosion of dozens of grenades instantly turned a radius of sixty or seventy meters into a Shura killing field.

The mutilated corpses, the red blood, and the countless severed limbs seemed to prove the power of the explosives pack.

The deer-haired tiger sitting in the jeep clenched his fists tightly, and his two eyes stared at the fire in front of him without blinking.

Although he couldn't see what was happening there, he knew that the explosion must not have been caused by his troops.

"Yaga! Why hasn't there been any news from the front?! The deer-haired tiger male yelled angrily at a soldier next to him.