In the past, when Chen Shen practiced CQB, he often said to his players, that is, "your corner skills are too poor".

But now, he really saw what it means to be poor in corner technique.

No, it's not bad, it's not at all.

A stairwell, a crossfire, 5 grenades, harvested at least 11 lives.

The Burmese platoon, which defeated the company he was in, lost more than a quarter.

Such a result made Chen Shen a little in a trance, and he even began to wonder if his arrangement was necessary.

If the opponent is so dish, just don't think about the dead, find a corridor to squat, engage in three-stage strike techniques, and the opposite side may even line up to die, right?

----But at the end of the day, he wouldn't have done that.

After a brief exchange of fire in the stairwell, he rushed to the third floor.

That's right, there is no one on the second floor, this is a psychological tactic.

Just experienced the tragic casualties on the first floor, and then gave them an empty city plan on the second floor, and when they searched for the third floor, the concentration and vigilance they had just mentioned were partially worn out.

Fighting a war is a matter of calculation, and CQB is even more important.

But on the third floor, the firepower point designed by Chen Shen is different from that on the first floor.

There was no one on the stairs, and there was no one in the classroom facing the stairs, and the only defense was a thunderbolt.

When the enemy enters the hallway sandwiched between the two classrooms on the left and right, it will be their real nightmare.

Two people in a classroom, diagonally crossfired.

After they fire, two other people behind the three toppled bookshelves at the end of the hallway will fire at the same time.

Immediately afterward, the last two people arranged upstairs will rush down and harvest from behind the enemy's back.

Of course, Chen Shen was among the two people who harvested.

He is definitely not greedy for life and afraid of death, because the position he chose is actually the most dangerous.

Needless to say, there are many natural bunkers in the classroom, and the enemy's shooting range is wide, and the enemy's shooting range is narrow.

The fire point at the end of the corridor is blocked by books---- yes, stacked books can block 7.62mm bullets.

Knowledge is power.

---- there are only two people on the stairs who are taking the back road, there is absolutely no cover, and the only thing they can do is one thing:

Use the fastest and most ferocious firepower to take down all the enemies in front of you.

Either the enemy dies, or he dies.

Chen Shen's heart was beating violently, not because of nervousness, but the result of the crazy secretion of adrenaline.

The company commander on the side finally regained some of his instinct as a "warrior", although he was trembling, he still squatted firmly beside Chen Shen, without any intention of escaping.

"Don't be nervous, relax, after the first round, they will have to slow down for at least a few minutes before they can attack."

"I'm not nervous, I'm not nervous......"

The company commander was giving himself psychological hints---- which were very useful psychological hints.

His hands really steadied and his breathing slowed.

Five minutes passed, and there was a slight sound of footsteps downstairs.

This time, the enemy was not stupid enough to open fire again, but their voices were still a little too loud.

A few seconds later, the sound of a grenade explosion sounded downstairs, the company commander's body shook, and Chen Shen pressed his shoulder.

"Wait."

Next, there was an explosion every few seconds, and the whole building was trembling, but to Chen Shen's surprise, the six people downstairs actually listened to him and didn't shoot.

Cursing began to appear, and the enemy began to let their guard down.

The footsteps were getting closer, and they began to go up to the third floor.

The thunder did not sound, which is normal.

The sound of grenade explosions also stopped---- this building has a total of 6 floors, and they probably want to save a little and save it for cleaning the upper floors.

After all, if there is no one on the second floor, how can there be on the third floor?

They should all hide on the sixth floor, or on the roof, right?

The narrow exit there is the most suitable for ambushes.

That's probably what the enemy thought, so as soon as they entered the hallway, they began to pay for their mistakes.

Dense gunshots rang out, and at this time there was no ammunition management at all, Chen Shen did not hesitate, and rushed to the stairs as soon as possible.

The capacity of the Bayi bar ammunition is 30 rounds, and the team on our side does not even have a light machine gun, and the firepower of the friendly troops downstairs can last up to 10 seconds at most.

He only had 10 seconds.

Go downstairs, show up, shoot, dig ass.

Chen Shen first cleaned up the three people who retreated to the stairwell, and after a long shot was put down, the only 86-style handleless grenade in the team that he was holding in his hand was thrown down.

He then dodged into the classroom across the hallway, dodging the range of the shrapnel, and then poked his head out of the way as the friendly forces ceased fire behind the bookshelf bunker.

Fully automatic, fire with all your might!

When the bullets were finished, he threw away the gun and replaced it with another gun that he had touched from the corpse of the creep.

In just 10 seconds, the hallway had been filled with corpses.

At least 15 bodies.

"Don't stop, follow me!"

Chen Shen shouted loudly.

The survivor at the end of the hallway ran first, and the last person in the classroom who survived the dense explosion of enemy grenades followed.

The Burmese army downstairs had begun to retreat, but Chen Shen still adhered to the basic rules of the CQB, so when he rushed to the door, all he could see was the back of the Burmese army fleeing in the direction of the bunker.

"Don't let any of them go!"

He shouted again.

The gunshots around him rang out, and Chen Shen calmly shot.

His thoughts even began to wander a little.

How many casualties do you have in an army that begins to flee and is it considered an elite?

This Burmese army platoon only started to flee after more than half of the deaths, is it considered elite?

And what about the platoon you are in?

Killed three-quarters of the way, and also fought back with a 6-30 battle loss......

Well, the best of the best.

........

After dark, the 1st Support Army finally arrived.

Bai Suocheng's henchman Ming Xuechang personally led the team and came to collect the corpse.

He knew that there was no way anyone on the Confederate side would survive this battle.

Because it was he who leaked the information to the Burmese mountain troops, it was he who personally planned the siege, and it was he who issued the order that "no support is allowed if the situation is unknown".

Of course, he also regretted the sacrifice of those good boys, but who let them into the wrong team?

There's no way, the military can't be honest after all, exchange your lives for a bright future, rest in peace.

Ming Xuechang took a deep breath and squeezed out two tears in his eyes.

"They're all in this building? Did anyone survive? ”

"I don't know, we just arrived, and we didn't have time to see it, but it shouldn't be, the Burmese army has withdrawn, and it's probably over."

"Okay."

Ming Xuechang paused for a moment, and then continued:

"We must treat their families well, don't be greedy for subsidies, we have to be good people in this matter, and the responsibility must be pushed to the Peng family."

"Also, there should be some corpses on the Burmese side, these are all outside."

"Our warriors are so good, they can kill so many enemies......."

"But you better arrange for someone to personally send the body of the Burmese side back......"

As he spoke, Ming Xuechang strode into the building.

The surrounding private soldiers flashed flashlights and lit up the halls of the school building.

Then, Ming Xuechang was stunned.

A corpse in one place.

Behind the corpse, there were several people crouching, standing, or sitting.

And their eyes ...... It's like cannibalism.