Chapter 359: Guns and Songs in the Plum Mountains

More than two dozen members of the team announced that they had successfully surrounded the two hundred soldiers of the sanatorium and ordered them to surrender, judging by normal reason, those who dared to come to such a conclusion were either madmen or fools.

Colonel Chen Chunlei didn't know how many enemies were coming, he saw the high-rise building collapse a wall, and he was shocked by this strange picture, but after all, he was a well-trained senior federal officer, so it was naturally impossible to just take out Bai *** and raise his hands to announce surrender in front of the golden light of the river.

He slammed down under his desk, ignoring the sewage mixed with tea grounds and glass shards on the floor, and shouted orders to all his subordinates.

"Look for concealment! The people on the other side come out and transfer the prisoners immediately! Assemble in the courtyard!"

It must be admitted that as an excellent commander, he has a very sober judgment of the battlefield situation and has made a very decent response, but unfortunately, the field command system in the sanatorium is suffering from a non-stop redundant signal stuffing invasion, and it cannot be transmitted to the combat units at all.

Even more terrifying was the collapse of the building's exterior walls, leaving forty-seven rooms open in the twilight, and the people in the rooms could not find any shelter at all.

The command system was interfered with, Colonel Chen Chunlei shouted loudly, commanded directly with his voice, and the junior officers also reacted, conveying orders at all levels with sharp shouts, the soldiers in the room on the other side of the corridor began to assemble at the upper level, and the armored military vehicles in the sanatorium also began to roar.

At this moment, the gunfire on the other side of the Jinhe River suddenly intensified, and more than a dozen gorgeous gunfire tore through the powder, instantly penetrating the air, and suddenly attacked the unsheltered sanatorium building.

Compared to the crisp first shot, the subsequent gunfire was much more muffled, like a crafting enthusiast wielding his hammer, and each time he swung a heavy hammer down, it made a muffled thump on the cutting board.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Dense and terrifying bullet rain hit, countless clouds of smoke and dust suddenly appeared on the riverside of the building, and sharp and high-speed shrapnel cut everything in front of it into clear geometry, whether it was a hard lamppost or a delicate plant.

The relatively fragile inner floors and the seemingly sturdy doors were shattered and scattered in all directions under the rain of bullets and bullets of the seven teams, and the interior of the building became brighter than before.

As soon as the soldiers in the rooms across the corridor ran out with their guns in hand, they were pressed to the ground by the rain of bullets, and it was difficult to raise their heads, and the screams of being shot rang out from time to time in several floors.

The silver-plated lampposts broke off in pieces after the crunch of rain against the glass windows, and fell under the carpet, and the greenery, about a man and a half high, was struck and flew everywhere, then turned into dark lumps.

Colonel Chen Chunlei hid behind his desk, listened to the dull and dense gunshots, avoided the branches and leaves that were hit by the shop, gritted his teeth and shouted: "Where is the sniper? Why haven't you fired yet? I want to counter-suppress!"

The fire from the Meishan Mountains on the other side of the river was so fierce that it seemed that the shooting would never stop, and the people in the entire sanatorium who were violently attacking and suppressing could not raise their heads, and if they could not immediately activate the fire countermeasures, then they would always be able to crawl on the ground ugly, waiting to be beaten.

Somewhere in the building, an officer replied in panic: "Colonel, the range is too far to launch an effective fire counterattack on the opposite hillside!"

Colonel Chen Chunlei angrily slammed his fist on the desk in front of him and shouted, "Don't make excuses! Why can their guns come over!"

Across the same river where golden threads swim like ten thousand snakes, the gunfire on Meishan on the opposite side can accurately hit a corner of the sanatorium building, while the long-range rifles in the building cannot counterattack the people on Meishan, even if it is only the simplest suppression.

Colonel Chen Chunlei, who graduated from the First Military Academy with excellent grades, could not understand this situation, and the officers and men of a certain palace of the Fourth Rapid Reaction Brigade in the sanatorium building, as well as the elite of the small-eyed special operations unit, of course, could not understand it.

Because they didn't expect that the seven groups of team members on the opposite side of Meishan were each carrying two TP small red dot modified sniper rifles, and this kind of firearm jointly developed by Philip and Xu Le was very violent.

Smoke and dust were splashing, and miserable howls sounded from time to time, and at this time, Chen Chunlei suddenly noticed that the frequency of shooting on Meishan opposite was gradually slowing down.

He climbed on the edge of the desk, ventured to look at the opposite side, guessed that the opponent's firearm should have entered the cooling phase, and with a fierce look on his face, he gave the order to the herald outside the broken door behind him.

The gunfire from across the river gradually faded away, and a certain combat team on the corner of the fifth floor, which had been on standby for a long time, received an order from its superiors, put on its helmet and ran violently to the top floor, and rushed to a certain room under the cover of the remaining walls.

However, at this moment, the gunfire on the other side of the river rang out intensively again!

As they passed through the doorway quickly, the bullets from the mountains hit their bodies as accurately or sharply as eyes!

The blood hole bloomed on the soldiers' bodies like flowers, and they fell down with a muffled grunt, and then rushed forward by inertia, stirring up clouds of dust.

From entering the top floor to starting the sprint, this elite special operations team only sprinted less than 20 meters away, and then it was completely annihilated!

Confirming the news, a series of panicked screams rang out in the building.

"It's the army out there! it's definitely the army!"

"Where are the troops!"

"Imperial people! Imperial Royal Battalion!"

Bullets from the mountains on the other side of the river rang out in a dense or sporadic manner, and some of their companions fell to the ground in pools of blood, snorting and screaming.

There was absolutely no excess coverage of the gunfire in the mountains, and it was precisely controlled to the perfect extent, and the federal troops in the sanatorium building were directly stunned.

There is no outer wall, the inner wall is festering and the door opening is broken, and the world around you is open, too open, terrifyingly bright, and so bright that it makes people panic.

Everyone felt that they were standing on the top of a desperate peak with no place to go, and no one dared to make any moves, only lying on the ground and looking helplessly at the sky outside the building.

Chen Chunlei screamed frantically, took out his pistol, and continuously pulled the trigger at the red and bright twilight and the enemy who could not be seen at all in the opposite mountain, and used all the bullets in the magazine as if venting.

It wasn't madness that responded to him, but a cold shuttle of bullets, the cold metal shrapnel splashed deep marks on the ground, and the half-cut glass teacup that landed at his feet was blown away with a thud and slammed into the wall.

Chen Chunlei sat on the ground in embarrassment, his pale cheek, cut by the fragments of the teacup, dripping with warm blood, looking extremely helpless and desperate.

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Among the plum blossoms in the mountains, the mountain artillery of the seven groups of members aimed at the building in the distance, and from time to time they struck a conversion, shooting a bullet, and the cigarette that had not been lit between their lips did not tremble, whether it was the reaction force of TP snipering, or the sound of those humming and chirping.

Under the plum tree more than ten meters away, the team member Zhu'er chewed the bitter tobacco shreds in her mouth, and joined the chorus in a vague way, and then several nearby team members also joined in, and the small song gradually became louder.

"We're all sharpshooters, and every bullet kills an enemy. We are mercenaries, and the boss takes us everywhere to beat people. There are no guns and no cannons, and our own leaders and Lao Bai help us do it, and when it comes to why they are so economical, it is because they are too impulsive. ”

Compared with the smoke-filled and desperate scene in the sanatorium building, the seven groups of team members in Meishan looked very relaxed, not at all like a fierce battle and more like a tea party.

Zhu'er snorted the cigarette mixed with saliva in her mouth and muttered in the system: "Why don't those guys in the building get up anymore? Especially those small-eyed idiots, I haven't shot for a long time." ”

Xiong Linquan, who had always been silent, tore off a red plum in front of his helmet, and reprimanded him unhappily: "It's over! Give me a serious one! This is a war!"

This is a habitual battlefield lecture, and there is also a certain real seriousness, Xiong Linquan He knows that the current situation is very good, and the team members have successfully completed the order of comprehensive suppression in the plan, but the purpose of the team's attack on the sanatorium is not to suppress the other party, but to enter the building to save people.

Forcibly breaking into the sanatorium building, the effect of long-range fire suppression in Meishan will be infinitely weakened, and at this time, the Fourth Brigade that looks extremely embarrassed and vulnerable and those small-eyed special operations elites will definitely bring a lot of trouble and danger to the team members in close combat.

His eyes fell, and among the ruins and broken trees on the other side of the river, Xu Le's figure quietly appeared, Xiong Linquan's pupils shrank, thinking about the incredible link in the plan, even he felt irrepressible excitement after a hundred battles.

"The head is in place. ”

The confirmation of the observation post sounded in the battlefield infantry command system, Xiong Linquan took a deep breath, put his hands on the handle next to the Darling cannon, and pulled the trigger with a loud roar, and the thick arm muscles burst out!

The barrels of the six black holes hummed and spun at high speed, and the bullets poured out shot at the river side of the sanatorium building like a storm!

The Darling cannon, which has an effective range that is definitely not so far, has turned into a terrifying long-range burst firepower under Xiong Linquan's strong control and inhuman shooting accuracy, and what is even more terrifying is that the bullets sprayed are forcibly limited to a very small range, and the lethality increases suddenly.

Sharp shrapnel blasted into the building at high speed, the alloy interlayer, the hard solidified cement, and the steel beams in the cement broke in response to the sound, and suddenly cracked and splashed!

It seems that back then, on the bank of the 3320 River, the layers of mountains and forests were cut into two worlds of bullets and rain stretching white lines, and today's Darling machine shell rain turned into a terrifying cutting machine, directly from the riverside ground, up and longitudinally cutting the sanatorium building!

At the top of this terrifying smoke cutting line, there is a figure running at high speed with a marching backpack on his back, what an incredible picture, that figure seems to resist the ubiquitous gravity with the power of the majestic rain of bullets!

Xu Le runs in the twilight.

Running on the walls of a dilapidated sanatorium building.