Chapter 209: The Last Battle of Black Dragon Mountain (3)
Since the mountain eagle can climb up, the soldiers of the independent regiment can naturally climb up too, especially after the mountain eagle hangs down two pure natural ropes woven by mountain vines from the top of the cliff.
Twenty soldiers with mountain climbing experience living in the Guangyuan area were selected from 400 people, and under the leadership of Ling Hongling, the commander of Ling Hongling, who gritted his teeth and wanted to fight for the little white faces, he risked his life and climbed to the top of the cliff with the help of mountain vines.
Because the terrain is too difficult and dangerous, a negligence may be lost under the cliff, the soldiers of the recruit company can not all be rock climbing masters, the more people who go up, the greater the chance of missing, these 20 soldiers plus Ling Hong and Shanying a total of 22 people are already nearly 400 recruits selected in the strongest lineup of "climbing the mountain".
In order to ensure the firepower of these two squads, he gathered all the shell guns issued by all the squad leaders of the two companies forward, and each of them was equipped with one, bringing five magazines of 100 rounds, and each of them also brought a full six grenades. As for the rifle, the 1.2-meter-long thing was a complete burden for the soldiers climbing the cliff, and twenty shell guns and a light machine gun and 120 grenades were enough to let the bandits know what a regular army was.
Yes, and a primitive-level bow, although no one cares about it at the moment.
However, due to the lack of numbers, the forward means that these twenty people should be on the mountainside to attack and harass, or find an ideal place to defend the danger, so that the bandits feel that the enemy is on their backs, and the main battlefield is still to attack the mountain road, as long as the bandits are divided, the small detachment of these twenty people to attack the cottage will play the greatest role.
It wasn't until it took a full hour and a half that Ling Hong and the others, who finally came to the mountainside under the leadership of the mountain eagle, finally encountered the first enemy------ a bandit who suddenly came out of the grass.
This is only a position of more than 100 meters away from the cottage, since Ling Hong wants to make a sudden attack by the bandits in the village, he is naturally cautious and careful, and he can't wait to crawl forward in the low bushes.
Moreover, the mountain eagle who is most familiar with the terrain has also reconnoitred, and the bandits in the stockade have focused their attention on the only mountain road that can go up the mountain, but they never thought that the bandits would be so careful, and there are still hidden piles in the grass more than 100 meters behind the cottage.
Ling Hong secretly complained in his heart, and raised the shell gun without hesitation, leaving and right to show traces, and now he can only kill the cottage.
Even if there is no gun, the roar of the bandit's big mouth that is trying to open wide to show the thyroid gland is estimated to be more than a hundred meters away, how far can the screams of people under the horror of people can be transmitted, as a veteran of a hundred battles, Ling Hong knows better than anyone else.
Before he could pull the trigger, he saw that a long black arrow had penetrated the bandit's mouth in advance, coming out through the skull, blocking the bandit's cry in his throat.
Ling Hong was terrified, for the first time he was afraid of the big bow of the hunter in the mountains, that thing was by no means for retro styling, and killing people was no slower than the gun in his hand, and even, faster.
From the time he drew his gun to the time he opened the safe, Ling Hong dared to guarantee that it would take him only 1 second, but the mountain eagle was actually faster than him, even though the big bow had already been carried by him in his hand.
This is not only a handsome scumbag, but also a handsome archeryman, no wonder he has been fighting hundreds of bandits in the mountains alone for several years.
Ling Hong quickly adjusted his position as a hunter in the mountains in his heart, and the previous unhappiness from male instinct had long since disappeared.
What determines the social status of men is never their appearance, but their ability, which has been the case throughout the ages.
Otherwise, the fat man has long been wiped out, whether on the battlefield or in real life. Whoever asked him to hook up with a white rich beauty by his face, anyway, Fat Tuanza has always thought so.
"Sir, he's not here to keep watch." The mountain eagle who took the bandits with one arrow reacted quickly, and jumped over with a big bow to look at the location where the bandits were hiding, and raised his head and reported to Ling Hong in a low voice.
From the bandit raising his head and glaring and opening his mouth to being killed by an arrow, it is actually a matter of a second in a moment, in which Ling Hong was frightened, and the mountain eagle shot an arrow to prove his ability, but the most unlucky and the most aggrieved is probably the bandit armor.
As a guy who just showed his face and didn't even shout, as Shanying said, he was the hidden stake of the wool, he was just because of diarrhea, and because last night Uncle Huang had a special meal because he was going to fight with the so-called regular army today, and each person was given a big piece of bacon.
The poor dragon set was disgusted by his companions because it was too smelly, so he ran away to fertilize the flowers and plants, but he was killed by an arrow like this, where can he be reasonable?
"Well, it seems that the bandits are confident that they will hold their lair! I had a meal last night. With a stick, he flicked the fresh and steaming substance left by the bandit's armor, and Ling Lian Commander pursed his lips disdainfully.
"Sir, how do you see that?" Some of the recruits are curious babies.
"Stupid, the green ones are wild vegetables, the black ones are meat, I don't see the green ones less, the black ones are more! Well, there's still something incomplete there, which should be the reason for this product's diarrhea. Ling Hong glared at the recruits and taught them experience.
"Forehead 。。。。。" The recruits were almost disgusted by the unique color analysis of their own commanders.
"This is a bird, and when you are drilled a few more times by the group, you will know what it is like to jump into a dung pit to avoid bullets." Ling Hong thought about the nightmarish month that he and Liu Dazhu and the others were personally trained by the regiment, and he was also grinning, so it was really cool to the bones, relatively speaking, the three months of training for the recruits were simply in heaven.
"Evil 。。。。。" The faces of several recruits suddenly turned a little pale.
It's not the first time they've heard of the notoriety of the fat group, but they didn't expect the evil to be so ruthless, no wonder the chief is so good at studying a certain substance?
Shan Ying's eyes flashed with a strange light and glanced at Ling Hong, and for the first time he had a trace of admiration for this white young chief. As a hunter, it is common to judge the whereabouts of wild beasts by looking at the feces of wild beasts, but it is really the first time to see Ling Hong, who can judge the psychology of bandits by the slightest trace left by humans, especially since he is also a commander who commands more than 100 people, which is even more rare.
Perhaps sensing Shan Ying's gaze, Ling Hong focused his gaze on Shan Ying and asked gently, "Brother Shan Ying, what do you think we should do next?" ”
"Sir, since the bandits didn't expect us to come up from here, we should stab them in the ass and block their back roads, and don't even think about running away."
"Well said, Lao Tzu is going to let the dog know what it feels like to bloom in the butt this time, I'm sorry to the company commander, this time I have to give me Ling Hong." Ling Hong smiled lightly, then his face turned grim, and he ordered in a low voice: "I order, before attacking the cottage, all the bandits I encounter will not use guns for me, and give them to the Shanying brothers from afar, and give me this thing if they are close." ”
Ling Hong pulled out the three-edged military thorn tied to his calf, and the unopened military thorn was gloomy in the light of the setting sun.