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Two Japanese were knocked down, and I also saw the position of the enemy. Although he was very experienced and did not stick the muzzle out of the window, I could see a faint muzzle flame. I immediately fired a shot at that window and shouted, "Powell, grenades!" ”

Powell lay on his side on the ground and fired a grenade into that window. The grenade exploded in the house, directly lifting a person out of another window.

A rifle came out from the roof of the building and fired a shot, the bullet jumping off the ground not far from Powell. Immediately, Komatsu and the others fired several guns at the same time, suppressing the place. Marjola took advantage of this opportunity to rush into the courtyard, and I rolled and followed, rushing downstairs to the villa and standing up against the wall.

Just as the broken glass of one of the windows above me was shattered from the inside, and before the people inside could shoot, Marjora jumped up and shot the window with a shotgun, and half screamed from inside. We immediately left this window and felt the door of the villa.

On the roof

Marjora looked at me, and I ripped two grenades from my body armor and nodded at him. Marjora dodged away, and I threw the grenade through the large hole in the glass of the door. As soon as I pulled the door open, Marjora rushed in and bombarded it with a shotgun. Two Japanese, who had just rushed to the door, rushed in with rifles with bayonets on them. I

Marjora reports: "The foyer is secure. ”

I finally rushed in, but a Gatling gun above my head suddenly roared furiously, and the bullet casings clanged the platform above the door. Komatsu, who had just rushed through the gate of the villa, and another Japanese were directly beaten into minced meat, and a Japanese who ran in front of them was lucky enough to rush through the door.

I burst through the door as several grenades exploded above my head, and the Gatling gun fire stopped abruptly. The two Japanese who stormed into the building had already returned from the back door and reported to me that there was no one in the backyard. The places where I heard the shots just now were all on the second and third floors and on the rooftop, so I pointed upstairs: "Let's go up." ”

With that, I rushed up the stairs first, and had just reached the turning platform before the two stairs, when suddenly two grenades clanged and rolled down. I yelled "grenade" and jumped over the handrail of the stairs to the floor on the first floor and rushed into the room to take cover, while everyone else rushed to find cover.

As soon as the two grenades exploded, a Japanese man burst out of the house, took an angle under the stairs and fired continuously upstairs, and Marjora rushed up the stairs with a shotgun and fired two shots with a boom. I also got up and followed the stairs and threw a grenade at each side of the staircase on the second floor. A militiaman who had fallen to the corner of the wall had just risen from the ground, his limbs hollowed by steel nails fired from the blast of a defensive grenade, and he had fallen to the ground again. I rushed up the stairs and shot him to end his pain, then back-to-back with Marjola to control the corridors on either side. Someone stuck out of the room trying to shoot, and was startled back by a shuttle of bullets, but a grenade flew out of the door.

There was no hiding at the staircase on the second floor, and if we had to rush down the stairs to dodge grenades, we would be pushed back to the first floor. I'm very unwilling.

In such a small space, the brave wins. I judged that the two sides had just exchanged fire, and it was impossible for the other side to delay before throwing the grenade, the distance was close, and the time for the grenade to fly was also short, so the grenade could be thrown back. I took the grenade in my left hand and took a small step forward, throwing the grenade directly back into the door with my belt and arm. The grenade exploded as soon as it entered the door, and the blast of the explosion pushed me into the wall.

The Japanese squeezed past me, threw grenades directly into the door, and then rushed through the door, shouting "yaa" instead of hearing them shoot. Could it be that they are using bayonets to deal with the remnants of the enemy? Isn't this a brain disease? Save time with a gun.

At this time, the voice of the wild boar sounded in the headset: "Crow, the militia who came out of front is retreating towards the villa." I'm trying not to get them to go back. How are you there? ”

I said, "I have stormed the villa and am eliminating the point of fire." ”

The boar said, "Kill the enemy as soon as possible." There was a militia in the villa that began to move. ”

I saw the Japanese rush into the room at the end of the corridor and turn to Marjora's side to take his place in suppressing the militia who were shooting out of the house, and Marjora immediately retreated to the other side to change the magazine. He then plucked two offensive grenades from the militia who had been killed at the top of the staircase and threw one into a gaping door. At this time, Powell and three Japanese rushed upstairs, and I ordered them: "Clean up the remnants of the enemy with grenades!" ”

Then I pulled Powell and prepared to continue up to the third floor, but the stairs on the third floor had been sealed with two rifles and could not be approached at all.

The boar told me that Angelia and the non-combatants had made peace with him and told me again that the militia had been dispatched and that there had been an exchange of fire. He told me not to delay any longer and get out of the fight as soon as possible. But I suspect that there are still high-velocity grenade launchers on the roof, and if we don't destroy it, we may be bombarded when we evacuate. So I told the boar to top for a few more minutes and I was going to find a way to destroy the heavy weapons in this villa.

It's a pity that we don't have explosives, otherwise it would have been nice to blow up the building. Thinking of this, I looked at the walls around me. Haha, the rich are luxury, and there are high-end woods everywhere as far as the eye can see. Wooden ceilings, wooden floors, wooden door and window furniture, it seems that the owner of the villa is more old-school and likes wood.

I stopped Powell and Marjola, who were shooting at the third floor, and said, "Don't attack." Go and find gasoline, we set fire to them. Marjora immediately turned around and called the Japanese to find the ignition object.

But it takes time to set fires, so I decided to try persuasion. Hiding in the shooting corner on the third floor, I shouted to the third floor: "Don't shoot!" Listen to me. Give you one last chance to surrender. Otherwise, we'll set this building on fire and burn you!" ”

I shouted several times in a row, and the shooting on the third floor really stopped. A hoarse voice shouted: "Everyone is in it for money, there is no need for you to live or die, let's each give way." Those big guys are yours. I agree that you will leave with those big guys, and I will not shoot you. ”

What does that mean? I didn't understand, and my first reaction was that the people upstairs wanted to play tricks. What if he shoots himself in the back while we leave? I continued to shout, "You must surrender!" Otherwise, I will burn you. ”

The voice from upstairs shouted back: "Impossible, I don't believe the damn Mexicans!" ”

Fack! After fighting for a long time, he still thinks we are Mexicans? I immediately shouted, "I'm Chinese, not Mexican!" You've got to figure it out! ”

"Are you working for the Mexicans?"

"We're here to save people. It has nothing to do with Mexicans. ”

There was silence upstairs for a while, when Marjora and two Japanese came up with a pile of books and a few oil drums: "It's too much trouble to pump gasoline from the car, here's the best olive oil." We also turned off the fire alarm system in the villa. ”

A large pile of cooking oil was thrown on the ground. I saw not only olive oil, but also sunflower oil, palm oil, corn oil, butter oil, etc. Each variety is one or two barrels, the kind of barrels of three or five liters, a total of a dozen barrels, and it is enough to set fire.

I shouted upstairs, "Give you thirty seconds more, and we're going to set the fire." It's the best olive oil, palm oil, and you'll be roasted to a fragrant finish! ”

Then the same hoarse voice shouted, "Looks like there's a bit of a misunderstanding between us!" So be it, I can give you a large sum of money, and I won't shoot you when you leave. ”

I didn't want to stall, so I picked up a copy of the Divine Comedy, and Powell immediately pulled out the lighter he had lit and lit it. I used this book to ignite a few more books and threw them under the stairs, and the fireworks went out, and two Japanese people excitedly carried oil cans and shouted something in Japanese, just waiting for me to give the order and threw the oil cans into the fire.

I shouted to the above, "Now you have thirty seconds to decide whether to surrender or not." Don't test my patience! ”

At this time, the upper part was really nervous, and the hoarse voice shouted: "Okay, okay, let's surrender." Can you keep us safe? ”

I said, "I just want to get out of here without threat." We Chinese don't like to kill! ”

And then shouted from above: "Okay." Don't shoot, we surrendered. ”