"We are all united, brave the enemy's artillery fire, advance, advance, advance~" The loud singing was so loud in the narrow streets of Nha Trang.

It's not just the sound of crawler friction on the concrete pavement when the tank is walking.

Even the abandoned vehicles blocking the road were loudly muffled by the loud noise when they were directly knocked away.

On the entire street of this foreign country, the passionate national anthem of China has become the only sound.

And the reason why such an astonishing effect is achieved is that such a loud singing voice is sung loudly from the mouths of men, women, and children of more than two hundred at the same time.

The tank with its barrel raised, savagely and unjustifiably crashed into everything in its way.

In front of the other, under the full escort of two armored cars, two streets were opened, and they were escorted in the middle of the convoy, and the people who followed the advance were already more than 200 people.

There were gray-haired elderly people and children who needed to be held to keep up with the convoy.

God knows! During the May Day holiday, how many Chinese people came to this neighboring country for tourism.

How many of them chose to go to this popular scenic spot in a neighboring country to enjoy such an exotic atmosphere, and thus fell into this hellish city today.

Therefore, Zhang Wei did not expect that the small team they formed would eventually become like this......

When the convoy started to set off again, it was only less than 200 meters away, and a young couple escaped from a small alley in embarrassment.

Behind them, several thugs were chasing them with a hideous face.

Several thugs were holding various knives and sticks in their hands, and on these primitive weapons, Zhang Wei could clearly see that they were stained with mottled blood.

"Help, help us. When they saw the red flag fluttering on the convoy, the poor little couple shouted desperately.

Without any hesitation at all, the Czech style in Zhang Wei's hand was aimed at those thugs, and several thugs were all put to the ground.

Then, from the crying couple, it was learned that there were still a large number of tourists stranded here throughout the city.

To say it is not an exaggeration, it is not clear that every moment of time, there are compatriots who die in hunt-like slaughter.

After hearing this, Zhang Wei had a headache, but they had just escaped from the tiger's mouth, even if they had the heart, they were powerless to save so many people.

But if he didn't do anything, he would be very depressed.

Fortunately, it was still Ye Feixian, a veteran who raised pigs, who had a brilliant brain, and sang the national anthem at his suggestion;

But soon, everyone present couldn't help but sing along.

The loud singing spread far away, and could be heard clearly even a few streets away, and at this time, to the desperate Chinese tourists, it was undoubtedly the voice of heaven.

So they ran desperately towards the place where the song came, even if there were too many dangers along the way.

When they finally followed the song and saw the red flag that was unfurled.

Even the pure masters, who are usually known as straight men of steel, can't help but burst into tears.

Of course, at this time, the tourists stranded in this small city are definitely not only Chinese, and it is undeniable that the number of Chinese tourists accounts for at least more than half of them.

But visitors from all countries make no difference in the face of the greater number of thugs, who are now all thugs as if they were hunting the prey of a target.

Therefore, in the spirit of humanitarianism, as long as they were trying to get the protection of the convoy, Zhang Wei and others accepted them all.

However, there is a clear difference in the specific treatment enjoyed, such as:

"Comrade, please take us, we are all descendants of Yan and Huang~" The tourist, who was obviously Wanwan, ran outside the convoy and begged with a shout.

Without Zhang Wei opening his mouth, Ye Feixian, who had already comprehended Zhang Wei's spirit, reacted in time.

The goods held the 38 big cover in his hand, and hurriedly greeted in his mouth: "Hurry up and enter the inner circle, it's safer here, remember to go back and stay away from water spinach." ”

"help~" This is the crooked nut tourists who are blonde and blue-eyed, trying to join the convoy.

Suddenly, Ye Feixian immediately replied in fluent English: "Gentlemen and ladies, congratulations on your safety, but it's too crowded inside, and you can only stay on the periphery of the convoy."

That sounded fine, but soon a few more tourists from Pakistan called for help.

Ye Feixian's mouth immediately changed: "Lao Tie hurry inside, you can still squeeze a few people here." ”

Suddenly, tourists from several island countries were not happy: "We are neighbors with a strip of water, Huadao is friendly, and we also want to enter the middle of the convoy." ”

"Stay on the periphery honestly, and if you don't like it, get out. Ye Feixian scolded mercilessly......

To Zhang Wei's surprise, in the heart of the city, the battle between them and the Lonza Society broke out again.

What he was far from expecting was that the process of the battle was so easy.

When they arrived here, the crowd following the convoy was almost a thousand people, and among them, there were nearly a hundred men with experience in using firearms, who were organized by Ye Feixian.

None of them were outside, and they all obtained weapons from Zhang Wei's hands.

Even if it is made in Hanyang with five energy points, this cheapest bolt-type antique rifle occupies the vast majority of it.

Ye Feixian and other veterans of the Chinese Kingdom, even as the backbone of it, were only replaced with an MP18, which is the legendary flower machine gun.

Originally, there weren't even these, but after Zhang Wei urgently went to the roadside toilet, he had these things.

However, it was precisely with their cooperation that the gunners of the Dragon Club just poked their heads out of the window and immediately enjoyed the baptism of bullets.

The remaining people in the convoy had already understood what kind of huge threat they were facing at this time in the caution of Ye Feixian and the others before.

So, while following the advance, these people also volunteered to help observe the enemy situation on both sides of the street.

So the gunmen in the Lonza Club almost cried out the moment they launched the attack, and even if the dense random guns came over, what was the name of the bricks, stones, and high heels smashed into the sky?

During the whole process, Zhang Wei, who was holding the Czech style, had no chance to make a move.

For example, he found a guy with a Molotov cocktail at the three-point location, and he was about to throw the murder weapon in his hand at the tank that hit the head.

As a result, before Zhang Wei could fire, the unlucky guy was knocked to the ground by a brick, and the Molotov cocktail in his hand ignited himself.

In the end, the final struggle of the Lonza Society became a complete joke.

Even two gunners with bazookas fired rockets in a panic.

However, because the timing of the launch was too hasty, both rockets were thrown on the periphery, and in addition to blowing up the unlucky eggs of several island nations, there was no more practical result.

In this way, a large part of the Lonza Club gunners saw that they could not do anything, and did not launch any attack at all as the convoy passed through the street in front of them.

Among them even included the leading head descender: Huang Ma Long......

The convoy spent nearly an hour in the city, and the buildings on both sides of the street grew low and thin.

It also meant that they had traveled through the entire city, and as shown on the map, they had to turn onto the avenue ahead and be three kilometres away to reach their destination.

The uplifting spirit is clearly expressed from everyone's face.

However, the convoy at the junction had to stop again, for on their right, the army that had been large was rapidly approaching.

From afar, it was a convoy of more than a dozen tanks.

The thick barrel was not at all comparable to the old Type 97 tank, and for a while, everyone's faces were bloodless.