"Ten o'clock, machine gun fortress!"

"Boom-"

Amid the deafening sound of artillery, the tank moved on. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The distance is less than 500 meters, so there is no need to worry about missing the shot.

Besides, it's just a machine gun fortress, what threat can a machine gun have?

This is a Type 59 tank, even if it is an old product of the "grandfather's generation", the steel plate hundreds of millimeters thick can easily block machine gun bullets.

"Cool! Reload, hurry up and reload! ”

The most excited person was definitely Luo Qing, because she was sitting in the position of the artillery commander.

"Watch out for the armed men in front."

Wang Dong still served as the commander, responsible for observing the situation on the battlefield and guiding Luo Qing's goals.

"Da Da Da ......"

Side-by-side machine guns erupt tongues of fire and shoot deadly bullets.

More than 100 meters in front of the tank, several armed men who were running were like rice in a paddy field, cut off by the swept bullets.

"Reloaded!"

"Bang-"

The loader was Zhang Zilan, and while shouting, he closed the bolt with force.

"One o'clock, bunker!"

The turret turned, and the muzzle of the gun rang at the flame-spewing bunker.

True, it was indeed a bunker, the part that was exposed to the ground was less than half a meter high, there were several firing holes, and a machine gun was firing at the tank.

The bullet hit the turret of the tank with a crackling sound, but it was not threatening, not even tickling.

"Boom-"

Tank guns spoke, and machine guns in bunkers turned mute.

The high-explosive bomb may not have penetrated the bunker, but a violent explosion would certainly have killed the armed personnel in the bunker, or at least rendered them incapacitated.

"Ten o'clock, RPG!"

"Man's wife, reload quickly."

In fact, Zhang Zilan's movements were already very fast, but unfortunately this was only a Type 59 tank, and it took at least ten seconds to load a shell.

The turret began to turn, just not very fast.

It's not that Luo Qing doesn't want to be faster, but he can't be fast at all.

This tank, which has been in existence for more than the age of any of them, can travel dozens of kilometers in the jungle, which is already very good.

Two armed men have already rushed out and are loading RPG-7 rocket launchers.

Wang Dong dared to hesitate, and immediately lifted the hatch above his head and drilled out of the turret.

While Wang Dong was operating the heavy machine gun mounted on the turret, the armed men acting as shooters were already carrying the RPG and aiming at the tank.

"Tom ......"

"Whoosh-"

As the machine gun roared, rockets fired.

Fortunately, the rocket missed the tank and flew straight into the night sky.

Wang Dong was startled, but did not retract, and continued to strafe the armed men around him with heavy machine guns.

"Boom-"

The tank guns fired again, this time hitting a house where armed men had gathered.

Shells exploded inside the house, killing more than a dozen armed men.

Although more armed men rushed out, in the face of the rampaging tanks, armed men with rifles rushed out and were killed.

This is not a battle at all, it is a massacre.

It's just that these drug dealers' subordinates are crazy, and they are desperately charging at the tanks one by one, as if they are all invulnerable.

Actually, it also saves a lot of trouble.

It was only after fighting all the way to the campfire that the tank stopped.

The last group of armed men gathered near a wooden building, one by one, as if they had been beaten with blood, still resisting stubbornly, without the slightest intention of surrendering.

It's not chicken blood, but an overdose of drugs.

Zhang Zilan jumped out of the tank first, and the shells had already run out, so there was nothing to do with him.

"Tom ......"

"Da Da Da ......"

Although the shells were gone, there were more bullets for the machine guns.

Lei Dong also got off the tank and copied the bread to the west of the wooden house with Zhang Zilan.

After draining the last box of ammunition, Wang Dong got off the tank.

Luo Qing followed, and the two of them copied towards the east bread of the wooden house.

The drugs caused the armed men to hallucinate, to be extremely excited, to take death and danger completely unseriously, but not much of a threat.

If drugs could improve combat effectiveness, they would have been popularized in the armies of various countries long ago.

The armed men had been firing, but all of them were shooting blindly, and some even fired into the sky, apparently as a result of hallucinations.

When Wang Dong and the others were "named" the armed men outside the wooden house, a person flew out of it.

"It's Brother Chu, don't get hurt by mistake!" Zhang Zilan reminded in time.

Of course, it was not Xie Chuyue who flew out, it was Da Bangkala.

When Wang Dong and the others drove the tank to kill, Xie Chuyue went around to the other side of the village to prevent Bang Kala from taking advantage of the chaos to escape.

It's just that Bangkara did not flee and there was nowhere to run.

The armed men outside the wooden house stared at the tank, and no one noticed Xie Chuyue who came up from behind.

"Da Da Da ......"

As the last armed man was killed by Luo Qing, the battle outside the wooden house ended.

Wang Dong and Luo Qing did not stop, the task of the two was to enter the house to search, confirm that there were no enemies in the wooden house, and collect some useful things by the way.

Zhang Zilan and Lei Dong are outside, and they are responsible for cleaning up the battlefield and killing the armed personnel who have not yet died.

The wooden house was not large, and the girl was lying naked on the edge of the bed, with a bullet hole in her forehead, and was executed at close range, which must have been the murderous hand of Bonkala.

It was messy, with household garbage and dirty laundry everywhere, and a pungent stench.

The furnishings are also very simple, with only a TV and a VCD player that has become extinct in China, and dozens of plastic boxes containing CDs.

"Don, come and see."

Hearing Luo Qing's greeting, Wang Dong walked over.

Outside, Xie Chuyue built seven mounds of earth on the ground, on which were each planted with three cigarettes, and Bonkara knelt in front of the mound, Xie Chuyue grabbed his hair and made him face the sky on his back.

"Team Li, Hanzi, Xiaohu, Big Crab, Boge, Machine Cannon, Jiang Wa, you can look at it!"

When Xie Chuyue sliced Bonkara's neck with a dagger, Wang Dong turned his head.

Xie Chuyue didn't let go, so he grabbed Bang Kala's hair and let the blood spurt on the mound in front of him, making his comrades drink the blood of the enemy.

It wasn't until Zhang Zilan walked over and grabbed his shoulder that Xie Chuyue let go of his hand.

He cried, and two tears welled up in his eyes.

It's been five years, and the revenge has finally been avenged!

"Hey!" Luo Qing sighed before he said to Wang Dong, "Next, where are we going?" ”

"Japan."

Luo Qing was slightly stunned, obviously not understanding what Wang Dong meant.

Wang Dong didn't explain much, and handed the disc in his hand to Luo Qing.

It is a CD of a small Japanese movie.

When did Wang Dong become interested in this thing?

Of course, it's not surprising that adults are interested in small Japanese movies.

After taking a closer look, Luo Qing realized that Wang Dong was not interested in the small movie stored in the CD, but the promotional slogan on the CD.

"Produced by Haotian, it must be a high-quality product".