Huaxia taught even some weapons, elite 'Black Claw' mercenaries, and even more and more complete in number. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoAfter all, one is a thug who watches the house, and the other is an assassin who raids, so the assassin is a tough thug in front of him, but he can't do it!

Therefore, when Qin Weidong led his troops to launch a surprise attack on Merida City, he set a combat principle - to fight fast and slow, and to leave with one blow. What he feared was being entangled by the enemy.

Guerrilla warfare without mobility is to find death, when he noticed that Zhang Hong and others were trapped, Qin Weidong didn't think about turning back to save them, but directly cut off his tail and fled, at most to talk to Zhou Qingfeng. The next thing he can do is attract a large army of the enemy, and then he will have to resign himself to his fate.

And Gesar, who thought that he had made a great contribution, really took a huge pursuit team of more than 1,000 to chase Qin Weidong like a dog. As for the small force that remained in the city, it was lost to his brother Hills.

Shears' fighting style is similar to that of his brother, but more ruthless. He took several armored vehicles to surround Zhang Hong and the others, but after getting on an armored car and being bombed, he gave up the idea of using equipment to consume the other party.

In the post-apocalyptic battles, equipment is worn out quickly and it is difficult to replenish, even a firearm is precious. However, the military industry has either disappeared or been destroyed by nuclear bombs, and in a few years, it will be difficult to manufacture any regular equipment except for stocks, and human life can be said to be more valuable than equipment.

In order to avoid unnecessary losses, Shears ordered his security forces to tear down the wall and advance, surround it with iron barrels, and die Mexican cannon fodder. He didn't even bother to use mortars, and directly ordered to advance to a certain distance and then throw grenades at the positions where Zhang Hong and the others were entrenched.

In the night of the black rumbling dong, the security forces can only rely on torches for lighting, and they don't know where Zhang Hong and the others are? But the grenades scattered all over the sky were dozens of them, and under the covering throwing, there was still nowhere to hide.

Zhang Hong and others were really sad and angry, and more than a dozen people were blown up like rats and couldn't dig holes into the ground. In the end, they gritted their teeth and decided to fight for their lives, and they had to pull a few more pads to die.

"Brothers, see you in the next life. Looks like you're not blessed to take care of my four Yanma wives. Zhang Hong's face was already full of gunsmoke at the moment, and he unloaded his heavy machine gun from the gun rack and held it in his arms, looking miserable as if he wanted to be generous.

And the other dozen or so people also planned to fight, and before they died, they all bragged about how good their wives were, and other comrades-in-arms were not blessed. But just when these dozen people wanted to be martyrs, a voice suddenly sounded on the radio station assigned to them.

"Two shifts in a row? Is anyone still alive? ”

"We're all here, except for a few people who have some more shrapnel on them, and everyone has some parts on them. But we couldn't hold on anymore, and the big guy didn't want to be blown up and killed, so he decided to launch a surprise attack.

No matter who you are, the wives in our class who stay in Havana will trouble you to take care of, there are almost sixty wives in the dozens, brother, you have to take it easy. The communication soldier in the squad was also determined to die, and he didn't care who sent the communication, and he confessed his last words with a big grin.

It's just that the voice of this call didn't see any mood fluctuations, unhappy or sad, just said lightly: "My wives are too many to take care of, and your wives are kept by you to raise them yourself." Now it's all hidden for me, hold on, and I'll save you. ”

Hearing that someone contacted him, the whole platoon and second shift people wondered if they should say something before they died? After listening to the other party's words, the signal soldier asked rhetorically: "Brother, do you know how many people we are surrounded by?" Get out of here, don't get trapped. ”

The other party was silent for a few seconds, but said in a deep voice: "I'm Victor. Hugo, you are the commander of the legion, and I will not leave you alone. ”

it! Hearing this, the communications soldiers felt as if they had seen God. He leaned on a few rotten bricks and shouted, "It was the Legion Commander who spoke to us, and he said that he would come to rescue us himself, and told us to hide and not die too quickly." ”

It's true? It is said that the commander of the regiment is coaxing, invincible in the world, crisscrossing New York, rampaging all over the world, and even a nuclear bomb can't kill him, and a dozen or so men who were still full of toughness just now immediately decided to be a turtle with a shrunken head. Everybody was like, 'Hmm...... I can still suffer a little longer, waiting for the Legion Commander to come to my rescue.' ’

So those who are looking for cover are looking for cover, and those who are looking for craters are looking for craters, and after someone hides it, he shouts optimistically: "Who said just now that you don't want your wife?" Give it to me. ”

"It's Zhang Hong."

"It's Zhang Hong."

"It's Zhang Hong."

A bunch of big-headed soldiers waited in fear to be rescued, while not forgetting to tease their companions. Zhang Hong limped and jumped into the crater opened by the previous shell with his co-shooter, and fought back loudly: "Get out, I can turn my face if I think about my wife again!" ”

In the outer encirclement, Hills, who was in charge of the command, was staring at the battlefield with grenades flying with a night vision device, angrily scolding the security forces for being idiots and rubbish, "Where are your grenades thrown?" It's all on your own people. ”

Night and street fighting require a high degree of organization and coordination, but the Mexican security forces are clearly unorganized and undisciplined. They attacked with a will to live, but it didn't take long for the long-term malnourished body to be overwhelmed. Strenuous activity caused many people to faint suddenly during the battle, or even die suddenly.

This situation made Hills have to adjust the battle line frequently, and he had to send his elite to supervise the battle, and finally simply organized a death squad to rush forward, and if he couldn't rush up, he could consume the bullets of Zhang Hong and others.

But in the end, even the death squads were useless, and both sides fought to the point of exhaustion. One side has no ammunition and no way out, and the other side has no physical strength and no will, and it can't be moved no matter what, at most it is gritting its teeth and holding on.

"Go and transfer another batch of security forces, and now the group that is surrounded cannot be moved, otherwise it will have to collapse." Shears also knew that he could no longer force his vigilantes, those Mexicans had not eaten for months, and they were almost exhausted after a night's toss.

With this order alone, Hills found that none of the three orderlies who were supposed to be with him were there, and only fifteen or sixteen armed guards were left looking at each other. He couldn't help but be surprised: "What about the few orderlies?" ”

The radio used for command is still on the orderly, and Shears only carries walkie-talkies for a small area of use. He shouted a few times over the intercom, but received no response.

Is there any mistake? On this dark night, more than a dozen elite mercenaries of the 'Black Claw' unit were flying in the ruins of the streets with stray bullets and gunfire. The commander, who had lost the ability to communicate and had just been able to contact hundreds of his subordinates, immediately felt so lonely.

"Something is wrong, go back and find it." As the commander, Hills did not place a large number of men around him, but dispersed to organize the attack. He himself has been walking around the battlefield, and there are not many people around him. As for those orderlies, they were obviously following behind just now.

And when Hills turned around, he saw a black shadow standing in the ruins of the street more than ten meters away, even with night vision devices, it was hazy and couldn't see clearly, and after careful care, he found that the other party was wearing a black hood on his head.

"Stop, who are you?" When such a strange person appeared on the battlefield, anyone would have a chill in their hearts. Hills shrank back behind his guards, and asked in a vicious voice. His guards locked on to their targets with their guns.

The visitor's hand loosened, and he threw down the corpse with a thud. He sneered at gunpoint, "You're too close to me, you're dead." ”

"Hubris, kill him!"

Gunfire rang out ....... (To be continued.) )