Winners often succeed by holding on to the last five minutes. -- Newton

Pushing the door into the house, I saw Zheng Sanpao being naked, five or six women who were also naked around him, flattering and flattering, a woman with her ass cocked, lying on Zheng Sanpao's lap, her mouth was spitting, Zheng Sanpao was holding a glass of red wine in his left hand, and his right hand was caressing the woman's smooth back, closing his eyes and enjoying all this.

"Damn, what's going on so flustered?" When he opened his eyes and saw the second master pushing the door in, disturbing his good deeds, Zheng Sanpao scolded.

"Big brother, it's a good thing, there are beautiful women." The second master curryed favorably.

"Beauty, here's it." Zheng Sanpao pointed to the women beside him.

"It's different, it's definitely different, it's a female soldier, a beautiful female soldier." The second master explained the situation he found when he changed the salt just now.

Hearing this, Zheng Sanpao's eyes suddenly lit up, "Damn, don't say it earlier, female soldier, don't hurry up and catch it back!" Zheng Sanpao slapped the second master.

Although the thin second master turned around on the spot where Zheng Sanpao was photographed, he was not annoyed, but thought happily: "This time I made the boss happy, will you reward me with a beauty?" The second master stared at the naked girls around him.

Seeing the second master staring at him, these women not only did not have a shy expression, but scratched their heads even more, they knew that the second master in front of them was the number two person in the refugee camp, and everything that Zheng Sanpao was in charge of had to pass through the hands of this second master, and if they could catch this second master, they could eat well and dress well.

The second master ran out of the room in a hurry, beckoned the people and horses, and rushed to the gate of the refugee camp with weapons. However, before they could get close to the checkpoint, Li Baoqiang shot two of his men with a machine gun.

The second master hid, but ordered his subordinates to continue to rush forward, but unfortunately a few people who rushed out were still shot dead by the other party, and the other militants did not dare to rush out at the second master's beating and scolding, after all, this is a group of rabble.

"Damn, I've got a hard stubble. Turn the cannon over for me and kill them! The second master scolded viciously.

A team member drove a car to pull food at the front of the team, the victims who helped the old and the young followed the car in panic, Zhao Xiaoxiao and the female soldiers were vigilantly holding guns on both sides of the team, and Candy ran excitedly next to the team, deterring the wild dogs and wild cats who were waiting for an opportunity to attack in the distance.

As they got farther and farther away from the refugee camp, hearing the gunshots coming from behind them, Zhao Xiaoxiao and the female soldiers looked back worriedly from time to time.

Li Baoqiang lay behind the sandbags at the checkpoint, cautiously observing the situation in the refugee camp, and the team members also stared ahead, aiming and shooting from time to time, killing several militants who rushed outside. The scene was stalemate for a while, which was the result Li Baoqiang wanted to see the most, and he must fight for a few more hours to let the refugee team go further.

Li Baoqiang handed over the machine gun to the fat man Wang Zhiming and said, "You lead ten people to hold on here, and the others go back to protect the team." I'll go to the front and have a look. When the fat man heard this, he was anxious and said: "It's too dangerous, as far as I know, there are about two hundred militants in this camp, as well as artillery." ”

"I'll pay attention, and you guys should be safe!" Li Baoqiang picked up the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle, jumped out of the sentry post with his bow, ran towards the collapsed building on the side, and disappeared into the building after a while. The fat man reluctantly arranged for several other team members to chase the refugee team, telling them to ensure the safety of Zhao Xiaoxiao and the female soldiers.

Li Baoqiang stealthily advanced about sixty meters before lurking, now his position is in the middle of the militants and the outpost, forming an equilateral triangle between the three points, so that he can take care of both sides, not only to support the fat man's side, but also to fight the militants, Li Baoqiang patiently lurked, observing.

The second master had already fled at this time, ran to a place two hundred meters away from the outpost, and continued to hide, he anxiously waited for the artillery attack, and finally he saw fifty or sixty brothers pulling a cannon behind him. "Grandma's, hurry up and, I've hit a hard stubble this time."

Li Baoqiang finally saw what this so-called artillery was, it turned out to be an anti-aircraft gun. Several militants flattened the barrels of the anti-aircraft guns, loaded the shells, and prepared to shoot at the outposts in the distance.

Li Baoqiang suddenly became worried, anti-aircraft gun eggs are generally flowering shells, relying on fragmentation shrapnel to attack aircraft, this will hit people, not tear people apart. Li Baoqiang pulled the bolt of the semi-automatic rifle, aimed at a shooter and fired a shot, and the shooter on the anti-aircraft gun fell to the ground in response.

The other militants saw their brother suddenly burst his brains and lay on the anti-aircraft guns, looking at the scattered brains in horror and lying on the ground in fright, and some of the militants hid behind some collapsed buildings. "Not good, there are snipers." The second master understood that he had kicked a steel plate this time.

Li Baoqiang unhurriedly shifted the firing position, continued to search for the militants, and fired a shot from time to time, either hitting the exposed leg or shooting at the corner of the exposed clothes, those militants in the distance were desperately hiding, and several militants who were shot and wounded were holding their injured arms and legs in pain and howling, but unfortunately no one went over to help them.

Li Baoqiang enjoyed this feeling very much, the feeling that he had not seen for a long time, and for a while Li Baoqiang seemed to have returned to the scene of the mission, chasing the enemy with bullets. Suddenly, there was a whistling in the air, "It's the sound of mortar shells." Li Baoqiang secretly screamed badly, and hurriedly rolled to the side to hide.

An explosion came from the place where Li Baoqiang was hiding just now, and Li Baoqiang was rejoicing while pondering: "It seems that this refugee camp has relatively strong firepower, and it should be seized here in the future." Four or five mortar shells whistled in, landing at different points, Li Baoqiang heard that the other party should be four mortars, firing non-stop, "Mortars, good things." ”

Li Baoqiang dodged the shells and had no chance to shoot. This gave the other side a chance to counterattack, and the militants, who were about sixty or seventy meters away from the checkpoint, began to shoot at the post where the fat man was located. Under the temptation of the second master, several militants rushed to the anti-aircraft guns, fired continuously, and the anti-aircraft shells roared and rushed to the outpost.

Li Baoqiang thought to himself, the sandbags at the outpost could not stop the impact of the explosion of anti-aircraft shells. Li Baoqiang was anxious, and the team members could not make any mistakes. Li Baoqiang picked up the gun, stood up, and as soon as he took a slight aim, he shot near the anti-aircraft gun, and Li Baoqiang's appearance finally attracted the attention of all firepower.