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Mao Zi, who has never fought with the regular troops of the Crossing Public, regarded the two Makqin machine guns placed in the warehouse of the foreign bank as a big killer to turn the tide of this armed conflict.

In short, the leader of the Maozi Escort Co., Ltd., who had secretly hidden these two Makqin heavy machine guns in the warehouse of the foreign company, waited until the appearance of this group of nearly 100 men and horses with formal British military training, and then set them up in an attempt to reverse the unfavorable situation.

The battle is like this, and of course the Manhattan tattered quartet will have to come and see the field. Of course, the Crossing Crowd originally used this place as a training ground for homemade weapons and newly trained squads, and John and the others hid there to observe the records after occupying the favorable terrain, so as to provide a basis for the improvement of self-made weapons and future training of the squads after the war.

"Everett, I'm at 4 o'clock, about 300 meters, and Maozi seems to be setting up a machine-gun position." Mia informs Everett, who is a sniper, of Maozi's actions through a headset.

"Hey, Maxim heavy machine gun. Rookie, I'll order one first! Everett said as he shot a man who was busy setting up his machine gun.

Eferet's sniper point was on the third floor of a small western-style building, with a small hole in the wall, and the sniper rifle he used was also equipped with a silencer. There was no loud gunfire, no bright fire, and the hairy man who was fiddling with the Maxim machine gun tripod fell like this. Maozi, who has been fighting with the indigenous squad recently, has not seen long-range sniping, and thinks that this unlucky guy was hit by a stray bullet. After dragging the body out of the simple machine-gun emplacement, which was made of a few sandbags, the Russians continued to set up the machine guns. However, when the second person was directly hit by a shot and was about to die, Mao Zi found that it was not a stray bullet, but his machine gun position was targeted by sharpshooters.

Sharpshooters were no strangers to these Europeans, as early as the American Revolution, there were skilled marksmen who used front-loading rifled guns with slender barrels to shoot enemies at long distances. Now that the era of smokeless gunpowder has developed, the range and accuracy of the rifle have developed considerably, and it is not uncommon to be targeted by sharpshooters on the battlefield.

But it was terrible to be targeted by a marksman who shot with a rifle that could not see the light of fire and could not hear the sound of a gunshot. By the time the fourth man was shot, Maozi was still unable to locate Everett's sniper position. At this time, no one dared to step forward to set up machine guns, they were only salaried thugs, not soldiers with a sense of honor. Besides, being targeted by the sharpshooter who doesn't know where to hide, who can control this machine gun unharmed? There is no longer any point in erecting machine-gun positions here.

A hairy man, unable to resist the temptation of a large bounty, crawled and dragged the Maxim machine gun back to the corner of a building around the corner. Everett, who had no anti-materiel weapons in his hand, could only curse in a low voice, watching Maozi shift the machine gun position.

"Maozi has moved with a machine gun, and it looks like we're going to have to get some big guys." Everett said to the radio microphone.

On the other side of the street, another Maxim heavy machine gun shot through the window on the second floor of a building, constantly spraying ammunition at the action team and peripheral intelligence officers on the street, and a large number of indigenous personnel were injured and fell to the ground for a while.

The members of the squad from Thirty Mile Fort were okay to say that they immediately fell to their knees as soon as they found themselves under machine-gun fire. Even those who were wounded endured the pain and waited for their comrades to come to their rescue, and having seen the powerful firepower of the traversals, they knew that shouting for help or even groaning could lead to even more frantic strafing.

But the perimeter intelligence officers, who had received intermittent military training in the British Concession, almost collapsed, and when they were first fired, they tried to suppress the Maxim machine gun hiding behind cover with the rifles in their hands. Then, after discovering that his side was being slaughtered, he ran backwards regardless of it, completely ignoring the orders of the rear commanders to shout in Chinese and English to lower their bodies and find cover.

"I'm going to wipe it, what are you running around, get rid of that machine gun position quickly, or we'll have to finish all the new recruits." John was also speechless at the periphery of the periphery.

"I'm coming!" With that, Mia flashed out of the corner with an RPG-7 in her hand.

"Rear security!" John shouted.

Sou! Hearing John's prompt, Mia pulled the trigger, and a rocket trailed its tail flame towards the Maxim machine gun, which was hiding behind cover and firing frantically. Rumble! With a loud bang, the machine gun on the second floor was torn off, along with the sandbags that sheltered it, and a large hole was blasted out of the wall of the window.

The Maozi who saw the outlying natives cheering loudly because they were being strafed were like a flock of ducks choked by the neck, and the shouting stopped abruptly. The squad members armed with replica PPS-43 immediately fired wildly at the exposed hairs, while the others took the opportunity to drag their wounded companions back.

Mia didn't stop doing anything, and two more RPG rockets came towards Maozi's stronghold, and Maozi's escort began to retreat. There's no need to play this, we still plan to hide two heavy machine guns on the opposite side, but I didn't expect people to be even more excessive, the infantry guns have been pulled out, hurry up and retract back to the British Concession, even if the British pull the bias, it's better than eating shells here! The leader of Maozi's escort thought to himself.

In these years, the caliber of infantry guns was generally 70mm caliber, and the power was about the same as that of the RPG-7's 85mm rocket-propelled grenade. It's no wonder that Mao Zi thought that the infantry cannon had been brought through the crowd.

"Tian, you actually used artillery, this is crazy! We had a consensus to control the scale of the conflict. "The American Concession and the British Concession are next to each other, and of course Ogna heard the loud noise of the RPG-7 rocket explosion.

"Mr. Consul, why do you think that we used artillery? It was both of us who reached a tacit understanding, and the polar bears did not reach a consensus with us to control the scale of the conflict. "Tian Buzi doesn't care what happened to the explosion in front of him, we can't eat the loss anyway.

"Well, what you said is also very reasonable, maybe I should mobilize the garrison of the British Concession, in case that polar bear is not good for us, you can let your people retreat to the British Concession. There is an old saying among the Chinese people, a hero does not suffer immediate losses, and when it comes to fighting back against polar bears, you can plan slowly in the future. "Seeing that the contradictions between the Great Song Dynasty and Tsarist Russia had intensified, Ogener sold it well.

In fact, the action team was also retreating to the British Concession with the wounded, although Maozi was also withdrawing from the war zone, but because of the appearance of the Maxim heavy machine gun before, John ordered the pursuit to be stopped in order to avoid an ambush, and let people evacuate to the British Concession with the wounded.