Such patrol cars are actually a trap set by Li for small armed refugees. If they think that the advantage of numbers can make up for the gap in firepower, then most or even all of the people will become corpses, which is the price the refugees need to pay for.

With a sound of jam, Su pushed a bullet into the chamber.

It's dusk.

The patrol car that should have returned to the base has not returned yet, but the lieutenant on duty in Zhong Pendulum City today was not worried at all. It was dinner time, and he had a lot of food for himself in the officer's canteen, and he ate it happily. Just by looking at how fast he eats, he knew that the lieutenant was in a good mood today. In fact, the lieutenant remembered the food of the mob I saw when I was sweeping the mob a few days ago. With comparison, the food tonight naturally seemed particularly delicious.

In the wilderness, a plate of food in front of this lieutenant can indeed be exchanged for a beautiful girl's dedicated service for several nights. If the year is not good, it is possible to directly exchange for a few young female slaves.

In the past, patrol cars returned late. If this happens, it means that a group of armed refugees with poor eyesight will be in trouble. There are many refugees? The lieutenant never worried about this. The body of the patrol car actually contains a total of 1,000 anti-aircraft machine gun bullets and another 2,000 machine gun bullets. These things can completely eliminate a company of refugees. Therefore, the lieutenant's appetite is as good as before.

When the afterglow in the sky was about to dissipate, the patrol car slowly appeared in the vision of the sentry in the pendulum city. Unlike the momentum of the fierce battle when he returned from a fierce battle, the patrol car slowly drove towards the pendulum city at a speed of more than ten kilometers, and its swaying posture seemed to be on an outing. On the body of the car, the shooter sitting behind the anti-aircraft machine gun also leaned listlessly against the gun.

"Hi! Look, Charlie and the others are back! After so long, they must have achieved many results. Why didn't I have such good luck? I haven't even touched a bird's hair when I went on tour!" A young shooter sitting behind the machine gun at the sentry said with envy and jealousy.

The sentry is built on the top floor of a ten-story building with a very wide view, and the shooting positions are made of concrete, which are much better than chest strands made of sandbags.

Behind the protective wall, a veteran with a frost-faced face was sitting against the wall, smoking a cigarette leisurely. The rf010 assault rifle was thrown randomly on the ground beside him, but once there was a situation, the veteran could touch the gun by reaching out.

"Boy! If you participate in a few more battles, or when you reach my age, you will understand that being able to do nothing all day is the greatest happiness." The veteran said casually.

The young soldier obviously disagreed. His face, which was still a little childish, was full of desire for victory, honor and wealth. He looked at the patrol car slowly returning with jealousy, and maliciously speculated that they must have achieved brilliant results, so that they could come back in this abnormal way to attract more attention and attention, and maybe even imagined that they would be favored by General Li!

When he thought of Li Hun's round and perky buttocks and slender and straight legs, the young soldier's blood flowed quickly. When he looked at the patrol car, there was a hint of hostility that he didn't even notice.

In the pendulum city, Li's strength is unquestionable, unchallenging, and has no reason to say. However, in this era, women are men's accessories, the concept of venting desire tools and reproductive mothers has long been deeply rooted in people's hearts. Although young soldiers are just the lowest-ranking privates in the class, they also have the urge to throw Li to the ground and ravage them fiercely. Of course, such thoughts can only be hidden in the deepest part of their hearts. Not only can they not be expressed in front of Li, but they must not be said even when they are talking nonsense among their colleagues.

The soldiers who wanted to fight General Li through various strange ways, whether they were pretty, slender, weak, rough, strong, and chest-haired soldiers, had a surprisingly high mortality rate on the battlefield, without exception.

The veteran finally finished smoking cigarettes, lazily stretched out his head from the guard wall and looked at the patrol car. Although the sky was very dark and the patrol car was still a distance away from here, with his rich experience, the veteran still saw at a glance that the archer's posture was very problematic. He suddenly stood up, grabbed the night vision telescope, and looked at the patrol car. After a glance, the veteran immediately turned around and shouted: "Alarm! Alarm! Alarm! Alarm! Alarm and the others are all dead!"

A harsh alarm sounded. The moment the alarm sounded, the lieutenant, who was about to swallow the last spoon of beef, bit it firmly on the steel spoon. He was slowly shaking his hand at Faser, who had added sugar to a cup of rich coffee. Half of the candy can be poured into the coffee, completely destroying the cup of high-quality Jamaica. Ligaole hid alone in the dark office, smoking cigarettes one by one. When he heard the alarm, the fireworks that flickered no longer jumped, but remained firm until they were extinguished. Lize was stuffed in the underground shooting range, challenging Su's modified pistol amid the deafening gunshots.

The veteran lit the searchlight, and a strong beam of light shot up on the patrol car that was slowly moving in a straight line, illuminating the body and the people on the car.

The archer leaned against the gun seat, his head hanging on his chest. Under the strong light, it could be seen that the military uniforms on his chest were stained with dark colors. The two soldiers in the cab leaned their heads on their seats, staring blankly at the sky and the roof of the car. Their chests were covered with dark stains.

The patrol car roared in a low voice and continued to crawl towards the pendulum city where the alarm was long sounding at less than twenty kilometers. The barracks in the city were crowded with people, and soldiers rushed out. A group of night patrol soldiers with live ammunition rushed over and greeted the patrol car. A brave soldier jumped onto the patrol car, pulled out the dead soldiers in the cab, and stopped the patrol car that was set up to drive automatically.

The patrol car was parked fifty meters away from the entrance of Zhong Pendulum City. An experienced officer had long thought about whether there would be bombs installed on the car, so he summoned electronic experts to scan the body of the car with special instruments.

Fortunately, there seemed to be no damage in the patrol car except for the disappearance of the anti-aircraft machine gun, and there were no bombs or other traps. In addition to the two soldiers in the cab and the shooter on the roof, there were two bodies stuffed into the rear compartment, all of whom were out of the same car. Most of the ammunition in the car was well preserved, but there were fewer anti-aircraft machine guns. I don’t know if they were fired or taken away. The count was that the anti-aircraft machine guns were not very few, just one or two hundred rounds.

When Rigaole and Faser arrived, the patrol car had been parked aside, and the bodies of five soldiers were placed side by side on the ground. More than a dozen soldiers were cruising around with guns and setting up a cordon.

Ligaole threw the cigarette butt that had sucked to the end on the ground, rubbed it with military boots a few times, and said, "Did you see it? This is our third-level sheep."
Chapter completed!