"Sergey, you take four men here to block the reinforcements of the British. Remember, it's going to be dragged until we're done with that damn Ford police car anyway! Ivanovich said, pointing to a bridge on a simple map.

"Head, are you that bad at arithmetic? Where are the four people who have assigned you now? Sergei said as he looked at a group of FSB operatives who were getting ready to go.

"Take him with you, and you'll be able to get together four people!" Ivanovich pointed to Zhu Han, who was busy distributing ammunition to the FSB players.

"Huh!? He? Are you sure? "Apparently Sergei didn't like this iron man they fished out of Scotland Yard.

In fact, Ivanovich also did not want to see the products after the failure of the training of the Central X Bureau, but judging from the information sent back by the team member who occupied the church tower, the pressure of Sergei and their blocking mission this time will be very great.

Well, the pressure is so high that it's better to bring this Tie Hanhan who should be able to shoot in the direction of the guys' shots! Worst of all, can you still help Sergei and them carry more ammunition?

"I'm sure the swarming Britons will soon make you realize that even if he can only be used as a humanoid loader, it won't be superfluous." Ivanovich said.

"Hehe, as you wish. Hey, send that guy a glorious bullet! Sergey pulled over one of the team members next to him and ordered.

Zhu Han, who was already stuffed with bullet clips on his body, was being wrapped in three layers of bullet chains, and he was still carrying two ammunition boxes in his hands.

Zhu Han's physical fitness was not up to par, and after experiencing an indulgent life in London with Zhang Pingfan, he was even more unbearable, and these things were piled up on him, and he couldn't even straighten his waist.

"Take it and save it for the last minute." A Maozi inserted an old long-handled grenade into Zhu Han's arms.

At this time, Tie Hanhan didn't realize the intention of that Mao Zi to insert this grenade with an exaggerated charge in his arms, and was pushed into Sergei's queue with a blank face.

"Brothers, although we haven't figured out what tasks the 'director team' gave to those sissies in the X Bureau, it is obvious that they have jumped out of the encirclement after blowing up the British's radio laboratory, and we can only clean up the mess." Ivanovich has already begun to make the final pre-war mobilization, but it is really debatable who made the mess, and he seems to have forgotten the cloudburst bomb that was detonated in London.

"The bad news is that a British fool with us drove a damn Ford police car into an alley that couldn't turn around as he was walking through town. So, keep up with your leader and kick the antique ass! After speaking, Ivanovich raised the small iron bottle containing vodka in his hand, took a sip, and handed it to the person next to him.

After shouting Ulla, the FSB players also took the small iron bottle from their hands and took a sip. Although they both knew it, it was clear to everyone that the ritual meant that the situation was not good, and it was most likely the last sip of vodka that someone in the room had drunk.

"Sir, give me a gun and a bullet of honor! I'm not going to leave my colleagues alone. Judy, who had just been rescued, said to Ivanovic.

Hearing Judy's words, Zhu Han kicked his eyes, and then he understood the true purpose of the grenade in his arms. Isn't this white-skinned old lady stupid, hasn't she already arranged for her and the man with the calf injury to change into civilian clothes and go out? With the accents of the two of them purer than pure water, they will be done with a stab into the pile, can they do this? Zhu Han looked down at the glorious bullet in his arms and thought.

"No, you have other tasks." Ivanovich rejected Judy's request.

At this point, the colleague Judy was stuck in a guillotine alley in Oxfordtown, and at the end of the alley was a mansion that looked good.

Wall drove another Ford Transit police car, and after turning the last corner of the alley, he realized that there was no way forward, and no matter how much he tossed, he couldn't get out of the alley.

The worst thing was that there weren't many Britons chasing him, but when he stormed the alley, more and more police officers gathered around him, although he couldn't figure out why there were fewer and fewer shots when the other side was getting more and more crowded.

The British tried to snipe Wall with a rifle through the bulletproof glass of the policeman, but after firing a few shots, they found that they couldn't break the glass that made them unbelievable, so they gave up, after which they set up a tin horn and began to brainwash and persuade him to surrender.

The infinite loop of the British's persecution made Wall extremely irritable, and then rewind back to the work of setting up a horn to fool people for a long time is his daily life, and now he has become the brainwashed turtle in the urn!

"Hey! When can you come and give me a word? The British are getting more and more here! Wall shouted angrily.

Just when all the travelers in Oxford thought they were in a passive position, the British policemen here also thought they were on the road to diverting the tiger.

The bombing of the radio laboratory at the University of Oxford, and the looting of even the professors who were in charge of the research, basically took away most of the police forces that the British had previously deployed in Oxfordtown.

Just as the hostage-carrying car was taunting the large number of police officers rushing out of town, the car, which also bears the British police insignia, suddenly rushed into the alley where they had a large police presence.

As for Wall's absurdity in driving the car to a dead end where he couldn't turn around and couldn't get out of the car, in the eyes of the British, it was a premeditated plan.

Why? Because in the big house at the end of this alley, there lived the British Admiralty Minister and a group of technical officers of the Navy!

The prospect of the use of radio technology in military affairs does not need to be argued by the natives of this time and space, and the people of the Great Song Dynasty have reaped too many jaw-dropping brilliant results with their leading technology in the field of communications.

So when Oxford University announced that they had made a breakthrough in the field of radio communications, it immediately attracted the attention of the British Navy, which had always wanted to win back a city in front of the Great Song Royal Navy.

Well, now it seems that this is not just attracting attention, this is especially even the big boss has been introduced, and the desire of the island navy to make a breakthrough in the field of communications is really not to be underestimated!

After the Scotland Yard office building in London was razed to rubble, the British Admiralty bigwigs have kept a very low profile, even if they are going to Oxfordtown, a small thing in the heart of the British Empire.

However, it turns out that the intelligence services are still in the hands of a bunch of scraps! The Admiralty officials had only secretly settled here last night, and the attackers had heard of it in the morning!

Of course, as the foothold of the bigwigs, this mansion must not only have the front door to walk. However, since everyone has played out the tiger and left the mountain, is it still too late to block your back road with one hand?

Anyway, the spies at Scotland Yard would not dare to run away through the back door with a group of bureaucrats from the Admiralty, and they were not sure if they would encounter an ambush by the attackers.

Considering that the bomb that was detonated in London was so powerful that even cockroaches could not be spared, it was obviously not wise to let the bigwigs continue to confront the attackers at the landing point.

Attempts to snipe the occupants of the car and remove it failed after a few attempts, and the car's glass only showed snowflake-like cracks when it met a rifle bullet, which was still far from killing the target.

As for attacking with more powerful weapons, it is really unthinkable, in case this car carries that kind of earth-destroying bomb, who will carry this pot!?

The only thing that is certain now is that the Great Song people must have participated in this series of attacks on the British mainland, and these many unbelievable things are definitely not something that those opponents of Great Britain in the past can make!

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