Xia Xin, one of the twelve squad leaders of the Praetorian Guard, is also the squad leader who protects Xie Yuxin and Chen Ruijun in close quarters. Through the holoscope, he could see clearly the door panel that had been removed from the passage.

And the red hearts in the whole range of scopes are aimed at the big-footed girls who pop up from time to time under the door panel. Because the door panel was grabbed, it was out of the ground, and the people walking behind the door panel unconsciously exposed their feet to the eyes of the guards who were hiding in the various firing corners of the courtyard.

"Shoot!" Seeing that the other party was about to walk out of this passage leading to the inner courtyard, Xia Xin shouted loudly. While speaking, the index finger of his right hand did not pause, and directly pulled the trigger. The firing pin hits the bottom edge of the shell, hitting the primer, triggering an instantaneous explosion of gunpowder in the case, and the instantaneous explosive force pushes the warhead away from the case. The warhead shot out in an instant, running towards the two exposed big feet in the passage.

"Ahh A wail came out, blood and fire splattered, and the white man holding the door panel was instantly weakened by the sudden sharp pain, and his feet were directly bent down, and the heavy door panel had fallen forward. By the time he did, it was too late, and the door had slammed in front of his eyes, exposing him and the agents behind him directly into the passage.

Without giving them a chance, the other six assault rifles simultaneously erupted tongues of fire and opened fire on the agents in the passage.

Suddenly there were gunshots in the cottage, and those agents let them solve them one by one before they could make effective covert movements. Originally, a sniper hiding behind the door panel raised his gun and aimed at Xia Xin, and was about to pull the trigger. Suddenly, a bullet hit him in the head. He swayed, then fell under the tree. It was one of the four members of the condolence group who fired the shot, don't think that the four of them belong to the civilian staff of the logistics department, but they still have a few brushes on their hands. After all, it took two years to come out of the Red Police Barracks, and even a small student can become a killing god.

In less than thirty seconds, the agents in the first door panel had them all settled.

In the back, there are two more door panels, and behind them, there are still agents. They counted on the door panel to block the bullets at the same time. The door panel also blocked a lot of their view.

However, they have not yet been able to understand the cause of the incident. Two grenades struck one after the other, and the first grenade exploded directly in front of them, tearing apart from the grenade despite the sturdy door panels. The white agent clutching the door panel. Killed on the spot.

The second grenade exploded directly between the four agents hiding behind the door panel. Not very wide passages. Four agents risking hiding behind the door panel, before it became clear what was going on, the grenade exploded. Let their brains go blank. By the time the second grenade exploded, they had already gone to see God or their Aunt Amaterasu.

In the last door panel, Wushi Zhutou has already seen all this in his eyes.

"Kill, give, rush." In an instant, ten agents fell in front of them, and behind them was a long passage, unobstructed, equivalent to death. If you charge quickly now, you may be able to find a hiding place in the inner courtyard. Wushi Zhutou, who made a judgment in an instant, shouted inside.

The five agents next to him were heartbroken, but they couldn't think too much about why. A dense burst of gunfire rang out, and the white man holding the last piece of the door panel was covered with bullet holes, and the door panel he was holding with both hands was also full of bullet holes. Cool to the heart.

Small-caliber bullets are not equal to poor penetration. Wushi Zhutou only fully reacted this time. The other agents all reacted at this point.

No one paid attention to the white man who had been reached through the sieve, but they all stepped over his corpse and ran towards the exit of the passage.

However, their actions were in vain, because by the time the grenade was placed in the middle, the other Praetorian guards were ready to clean up the last man behind the door panel.

"Leave the little devil with the katana hanging on it, and break his limbs is enough." When Xia Xin saw the shape of Wushi bamboo, he hurriedly ordered.

Bullets flew in the passage, and ten seconds later, Wushi Zhutou looked at the lonely person in the passage, and suddenly became angry, pulled out his katana, and roared angrily: "Eight Ga presses the road." ”

Just as he was about to rush out, a crisp gunshot rang out, followed by another gunshot.

Wushi Zhutou knelt directly and looked at the blood flowing from his knees. He put his hands on the ground with knives and tried to stand up. However, two more gunshots rang out, followed by a clang, and the katana in Wushi Taketou's hand fell in front of him. At this moment, blood was gurgling from his two arms.

With difficulty, he stretched out his hand and pulled out the Wang Ba box on his waist, and shouted: "Your Majesty, the board." Gritting his teeth, he was about to give himself a happy Wushi bamboo head, and he heard a gunshot again, and then felt a sharp pain in the palm of his gun. The Wang Ba box was knocked away by the opponent's bullets.

At this time, two janissaries suddenly emerged from the corner of the wall and came to Wushi Zhutou's side, ignoring his dead fish-like eyes. One squeezed the muzzle of his arms one left and one right, ignoring his pig-like screams, dragging him into the corner again.

Then came a few dull crashes of flesh from the corner, accompanied by a shrill wail, and after a minute, silence was all restored.

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Directly in front of the cottage, Yagyu Jubei and John Chris hid to the side, watching the fierce exchange of fire in front of them, they were waiting for good news. But one minute passed, two minutes passed, five minutes passed, and ten minutes passed. It's still the same as always, without the slightest change.

At this time, a figure hurried in.

"Dazuo, it's no good, all the people who just turned into the backyard were killed." The visitor couldn't wait to take a soothing breath, so he said hurriedly.

"Nani, Yaga." Yanagi Shibei grabbed the person and snapped two big-eared stickers up, and the latter hurriedly bowed his head.

I was expecting the breakthrough in the backyard to bring me a little comfort, but now this comfort has turned into another disappointment, which makes Yanagi Shibei able to endure it again.

"Half an hour has passed, we must make a decision as soon as possible, we can't stay here any longer, otherwise not only will our mission not be completed, but I am afraid that even those of us will not be able to leave if they want to." John Chris on the side was speechless about the disappointment again, and after looking at the time, he said thoughtfully.

"It is impossible for me to give up, the Empress of China is here, and there is a very likely future Emperor of China, which is very likely to be the only chance for our two countries. How can we give up easily, even if all of us die here at that time, we must let everyone inside bury us for us. Hearing John Chris's words, Yagyu Jubei retorted excitedly. At the same time, I felt extremely unhappy with John Criss's words of fear and retreat.

"You're just causing unnecessary casualties, and I'm not going to allow my men to fight meaninglessly. The Chinese army will come at any time, and our time is running out, and I won't die with you anyway. "John Chris doesn't back down either.

The two of them began to widen their eyes. Two different ideas, two completely opposite outlooks on life.

This is also the reason why in the Pacific theater of World War II in later generations, the soldiers on American warships often looked at the Japanese warship that was about to sink and felt very puzzled. Because on these Japanese warships that were about to sink, not a single Japanese sailor escaped, but sank into the sea with the warship. And if the American warship sinks, the soldiers will be able to escape quickly, and finally the co-captain and captain will escape with the warship flag. That's the biggest difference between the two different cultures. In the eyes of the Americans, warships can be rebuilt if they are gone, and if there are people, they are not afraid of not having warships. But the Japanese soldiers were already dominated by bushido, and it was a twisted bushido. Naturally, the performance is also different.

"Cowards, deserters, you are not qualified agents at all, but a bunch of incompetent cowards." Yanagi Shibei also showed no weakness.

"Falk squid." John Criss was furious in his heart, and he directly pulled out his pistol and pointed it at Yagyu Jubei's head.

Such a move immediately stunned the surroundings, and Yanagi Shibei also quickly pulled out his katana and crossed John Criss's neck. It's just a matter of time, and the two sides have not forgotten the two years of fighting each other.

The other people next to the two also took out their weapons at this time and aimed them at the nearest "enemy" around them. Three-on-three, with Yagyu Jubei and John Chris on their side, there happened to be only two guards left.

At this time, Zhang Ning, who was quietly lurking next to him after the infighting, was slightly stunned when he saw such a situation, and then made a decisive move.

This is the best chance, and there is a kind of God helping him. Both sides are on the lookout for each other, and the vigilance on the side is minimized.

"Bang! Bang! Two gunshots rang out, followed by a flash of white light, and the three guards fell straight down.

Before the other three people could fully react, Zhang Ning's figure appeared in front of them, and shot the last guard's head again, not looking at the brains sprayed by the other party, but focusing on Yanagi Shibei and John Criss, and the pistol in his hand was also pointed at the two of them.

"You." Looking at the other party's complicated tactical attire, John Chris didn't know what to say for the first time.

However, Yagyu Shibei was not stunned, seeing the camouflage uniform that made him extremely unhappy, he was vicious, and he was about to slash at him with a katana.

There was a flash of fire in the distance, and the sniper struck. Yagyu Jubei then covered his hands and took a step back, his katana already falling on the grass.

"You've been taken captive." Zhang Ning didn't talk too much nonsense, but just when his words fell.

In the southern sky, there was a sound of dense propeller turning, and more than a dozen large transport helicopters, accompanied by six or seven armed helicopters, came to this battlefield.

There is not much suspense left in the outcome. (To be continued......)