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I rushed down the stairs with two patrolmen who had volunteered to join the sortie, and shouted to the mobile squad behind the apartment building: "Let's attack!" ”

Immediately, everyone responded, and I then reminded everyone: "Pay attention to the three-three formation, the battle groups are scattered, don't huddle together!" ”

Qiao Shan also shouted in front: "Everyone follow your team leader!" Follow me! ”

As a Chinese, I naturally have a soft spot for Marshal Lin Biao's three-three system, so I deliberately added these contents to the training of Chinese Americans. Although I am also a second knife in this regard, it seems that most people still understand the tactical principle of the three-three system. As I kept reminding them, the battle teams distanced themselves from each other, first moving forward against the walls of the apartment buildings on both sides, and then moving sideways after exiting the corridor of the apartment building. Although everyone was a little flustered in the first battle state, it was good to be able to memorize the tactical essentials.

I called Qiao Shan in the headset: "Sheriff, move forward more slowly, and let everyone adjust the interval." ”

Johnson immediately slowed down, and I continued to remind everyone: "Expand the interval between the groups. The group that is lagging behind should pay attention to the observation, find their position, and do not let the person in front of them block the shooting boundary. Don't shoot yet, be careful not to injure ......"

In the process of fragmentation, the teams gradually spread out at a suitable distance, and the three to four members of each group were also distributed at a distance of two to three meters, forming a more reasonable battle formation. Looking from behind, the front of more than 20 meters is full of human figures, as if there are hundreds of people.

Just now, everyone was busy adjusting the formation, which distracted some of their attention, so they still felt nervous. Now that the formation was almost adjusted, and everyone's attention was focused on the enemy not far away, such a slow advance would make many people who were experiencing this kind of occasion for the first time feel extremely stressful, especially when passing through the area where the Mexicans had left a pile of corpses just now. There were a lot of corpses lying here, and some patrolmen tripped and got bloodied. Some Mexicans were wounded but not dead, and the ghosts cried wolf howling "don't kill me" and "help me", and the non-human cries made the scalp tingle. So I told Qiao Shan: "Sheriff, the formation is adjusted, speed up." ”

In order to ease the tension, I asked the two people who came with me, "What are your names?" What is the profession? ”

The first patrol member asked to attack me said, "My name is Bob Lee, and I'm studying architecture." ”

I asked, "Got your degree?" ”

"No, I had this kind of bad luck when I first started writing my dissertation."

Another said, "My name is Wood Chang." It's a swimming coach. ”

I said to them, "Follow me, don't run around." Seeing Bob with a small-caliber shotgun in his hand and Woodwood holding a civilian version of the SKS rifle, I said to them, "If you get a good gun in a moment, let's get another one." ”

The Mexicans, who had been fired from the south patrol through the ditch, had begun to retreat to the south, and their attention was drawn to the south. We advanced to a distance of fifty or sixty meters from the Mexicans, and they only discovered us. When the Mexicans began to shoot at us, Joshan immediately ordered: "Exchange of fire!" Lie down and shoot freely! ”

I commanded the longbowmen through the walkie-talkie: "Now fire strikes!" Shoot flares! Then I gestured at the stunned Bob and Wood to lie down on the spot and shoot in the direction of the Mexican.

Hearing my order, several machine guns on the longbowmen's side immediately fired. Our machine gunners were all equipped with night vision devices, so machine gun fire accurately swept the Mexicans huddled together. Several flares were then fired into the sky by grenade launchers, burning above the Mexicans' heads. A large number of our patrolmen, who were not equipped with night vision equipment, could clearly see the location of the Mexicans and immediately shoot at the Mexicans with various guns.

The Mexicans, on the other hand, could not see what was going on on our side, and most of them were still standing and shooting blindly, with bullets high and flying at least half a meter above our heads. Especially those Mexicans who use submachine guns, they like to fire in bursts, the kind that don't want to release the trigger without emptying the magazine, and they don't know where the bullets are flying when they listen to the bullets. Two Mexicans with grenade launchers were either cleared by the large-caliber sniper rifles on the roof, or the grenades had gone somewhere.

But for those who are experiencing a battle for the first time, it is also a nerve-testing thing to fly through the bullets continuously from a distance of half a meter. I could see that some people were nervously handling their guns and their movements were out of shape, and many people were looking around for a safer place. I'm afraid that now anyone will be tempted to jump up and find cover that seems safe, and instead of looking for a target to shoot, they will keep shouting to the people around them to help them overcome their fears. "Don't stand up, keep shooting! The Mexicans can't see us, they're beating us. Move your position and prostrate yourself, don't stand up! Soon the Mexican fever will be overwhelming......"

People instinctively look for dependence in tension, and I try to make the tone as firm as possible, in fact, to meet their requirements for finding dependence. Probably my fragmented thoughts did the job, until the Mexicans were completely confused, and the people on our side kept shooting in a lying position, no one got up, and no one was hurt.

The Mexicans brought machine guns, grenades, and our flanking attacks from the community held them up for three or four minutes before they completely lost their fighting spirit and scattered into the neighboring neighborhood. Qiao Shan asked me, "Crow, are you pursuing?" ”

I looked around at the people who were already eager to try and said, "Don't pursue, we don't know if the enemy has reinforcements." Just use fire to drive the enemy away. Clean up the battlefield as quickly as possible, gather weapons and ammunition, and prepare for another enemy attack. ”

In this way, everyone got up from the ground and slowly searched forward while firing after the fleeing Mexicans, allowing them to flee faster. After about eight minutes, the Mexicans fled without a shadow, and the longbowmen stopped firing flares, and the entire battlefield was once again darkened.

There must have been many Mexicans on the battlefield who were not dead, and I hurriedly asked everyone to stop moving forward and shouted to everyone: "Everyone shout together to surrender and not kill, let the living surrender." Who knows Spanish? ”

Then I took the lead in shouting surrender or kill, and Marjora, who was in this squad, also shouted in Spanish. After shouting a few times, there were really Spaniards shouting: "Don't shoot, I'm surrendering!" Surrendered! ”

I immediately shouted: "Stand up with your hands up and let me see your hands!" ”

Soon, two people stood up with their hands raised. Presumably seeing that we really didn't mean to shoot, more people stood up. Qiao Shan immediately led a few people to rush them together, pointed their guns at them, and guarded them.

When these people first arrived, they shouted and screamed, as if they were holding a parade of floats during the festival, and they all hung their heads and were as gentle as lambs.

I shouted to the others who were still stunned: "Hurry up and clean up the battlefield and collect weapons and ammunition." Stay safe! ”

Only then did the others walk over and examine the corpses on the ground and pick up the guns, and the strong smell of blood immediately made people vomit. At first it was one or two, and then almost everyone threw up. Since they took up arms, it was impossible not to get bloody, this was a process they had to go through. So I ignored the matter and went straight to the captives and asked a man in a brightly colored plaid shirt: "Are you gang members?" ”

The man looked frightened but ignored me, and a short, stocky bald head next to him cautiously said, "He can only understand Spanish." ”

So I turned to the bald head: "Tell me which gang you belong to." ”

The bald head immediately replied, "We're all from the Mexican gang." ”

I asked, "How many of you are here?" Do you have any follow-ups? ”

The bald head said, "We have about six hundred, maybe seven hundred." At this he became angry: "Our leader told us that the Tequila Gang sent someone to help us, so we are enough. But as you can see, the Tequila Gang didn't show up at all. ”

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