Niu San rushed out of the cornfield with the militia like a tiger descending from the mountain.

In the canal, the Union soldiers were dazed by grenades.

Some of them didn't even know which direction the attack was coming from before they were blown to the ground by the explosion.

The dust kicked up and covered their faces at them.

A soldier staggered to his feet.

The whole world before him was shaking, and he couldn't hear anything in his ears except for a shrill beep.

"Franz! Franz!" The soldier shook his head at the dirt and called out the name of another soldier.

But no sooner had he staggered a few steps forward than he tripped over something.

The American soldier looked down and found that the "Franz" he was looking for was lying at his feet, his face covered in blood, only breath coming out, not in.

He crouched down and picked up the rifle that had fallen to the ground.

But when he looked up again, he found a Chinese soldier descending from the sky, jumping into the canal, and standing in front of him.

The American soldier hurriedly raised his rifle and prepared to shoot.

But he didn't think about it, the Chinese soldier on the other side didn't even think about it, raised his hand in his direction, and "bang" was two shots.

In his hand, it was a shotgun.

This gun looks different from all previous shotguns, with a long barrel recoil design that fires 20-gauge shotguns.

Most crucially, it can shoot continuously, it is a semi-automatic shotgun.

Commonly known as "continuous spraying".

Needless to say, this is also a masterpiece of Browning.

This brilliant gunsmith worked tirelessly to design a variety of automatic and semi-automatic weapons, among others, to meet Chen Jianqiu's demand to be "faster and more reliant".

He named the gun "AUTO-5".

Niu San and his assault soldiers were equipped with this weapon, which was originally intended for them to fight the enemy in the cornfield, but they did not expect the battle to take place directly in the canal.

The power of semi-automatic shotguns has become even greater.

Under the trolls, there is equality for life; But if it's spraying, God will have to shed a layer of skin when God comes over in the trench.

The American soldier who was hit quickly fell to the ground.

His chest had been blasted open, and his flesh was a lake, and he couldn't live when he saw it.

The Chinese soldiers did not stop, and went directly along the canal with their guns in search of the next prey.

Such scenes take place everywhere in the canals.

Among the soldiers of Wiltord, except for the colonel himself, who had a little experience with the Indians in close hand-to-hand combat, the others were rookies among rookies.

After a tragic baptism of grenades, they were tragically overtaken by Chinese soldiers who carried a series of sprays.

Wiltord reacted faster than his own men.

He soon spotted a Chinese soldier moving in his direction.

After all, the aqueduct is not a trench, and it is still easy to spot if you don't bend down and move in it.

The colonel hid in a corner against the mud wall.

He pulled out the revolver at his waist, and when the Chinese soldier appeared around the corner, he shot the daredevil's heart in the rear.

The Chinese soldier fell to the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Wiltord was just about to reset the hammer and clean up another one, but a gray-haired Chinese man suddenly rushed out of the corner.

The continuous spray in Niu San's hand sounded four times in a row without mercy.

When he flashed into his position, he aimed at the corner where the colonel was hiding.

Niu San followed behind the soldier in front of him just now.

He just wanted to remind the young man in front of him to bend down to search the spot, but he didn't think that the latter had been ambushed.

Each of the four bullets hit the colonel.

Wiltord didn't even snort before he was beaten into honeycomb coals and put in the corner.

Niu San stepped forward

, squatted down, and from the breast pocket of Wiltord's clothes, found the leather identity tag.

"Yo, it's still a big official." Niu San looked at the sign and pouted.

He slipped his badge into his pocket, then looked at the Colonel's corpse again and went on to look for his enemies.

There is still a fierce battle on the cornfield, and there is already a one-sided trend on the farm.

The U.S. soldiers who were barricaded on the farms quickly lost their fighting spirit.

They had never seen such firepower in their lives.

Thirty percent casualties in a unit usually cause a demoralization breakdown, and this team that came for looting and killed its commander obviously didn't need that much.

Under the suppression of hellish fire, these soldiers were completely unable to organize a decent resistance.

They have no second thought but to live.

If this continues, the battle on the farm will turn into a one-sided massacre!

But in the loudspeaker on the farm, Chen Jianqiu's voice suddenly came:

"Everyone, I have eaten breakfast, whether it is barbecued pork buns or peanuts, I know you don't want to die, if you want to surrender, please throw your gun away from yourself, then take off your pants and wave it, we will accept your surrender according to the situation."

The American soldiers, who had already lost their souls, heard this radio as if they were hearing fairy sounds.

They threw their weapons out of their hands and began to scramble to take off their pants and wave them in surrender.

The gunfire on the farm quickly subsided.

The militiamen emerged from the ambush and began to accept the surrender of the bare butts or pants-clad Federation soldiers.

The fighting on the farm had subsided, and the victory had been divided on the cornfield.

Inside the canal, the corpses of American soldiers lay outside the canal, and in some narrow places even blocked the canal.

Some of them were killed directly by grenades, some were sprayed by trolls, and some were hacked to death by the broadswords in the hands of Chinese soldiers.

The rest also quickly surrendered.

Other than that, they have no choice.

During the whole battle, there were very few people who escaped, and the three or four hundred soldiers who came to grab the food either died on the spot or were directly captured.

But everyone who can speak is dead.

The militiamen began to clean up the battlefield.

"Boss, what do you do with those corpses?" Li Sifu walked up to Chen Jianqiu and asked, "If you want to gather all the corpses, it may not be easy."

He said to Chen Jianqiu with some embarrassment:

"After all, some of their corpses may not be complete, and I am afraid that if they are returned to their relatives, their psychological quality will collapse."

Chen Jianqiu raised his eyebrows:

"Then pick out some complete "parts" for them to keep, so that they can keep a memory when the time comes, all the ID badges and uniforms will do."

"And what about the rest?" Li Sifu continued to ask, "We don't have natural handlers such as vultures, hyenas and coyotes in this place."

Chen Jianqiu looked at the bloodstains on the ground and the corpses lying all over the place, and sighed:

"The rest, bury it in my field as fertilizer, I can't see such a tragic scene, hurry up."