The alarm suddenly sounded over the prison, and groups of heavily armed prison guards stood neatly on the playground. However, they were driven back to their cells by the guards.
Speculations were heard in various cells, and most of the old prisoners speculated that someone was going to rob the prison again. The last incident excited these people who admired underground power for a long time, and they talked about it for a long time. Some people even threatened to wait until the news came out.
I joined this organization after I was imprisoned.
But they were ridiculed for a while. Everyone knows that not everyone can join such an organization. It doesn't mean that they are not afraid of death.
The discussion was still going on, but no one was paying attention. This was something that had never happened before.
The dark clouds gathered thicker and thicker, and suddenly a bolt of lightning pierced the sky. Boom! The thunder shook the earth as if it was shaking.
Then there was a loud noise and flames shot up into the sky. The prison door, made of seven-inch thick steel plates, flew up with the loud noise and hit the ground with a bang.
A sharp whistle sounded in the sky, and Jin Hai looked up at the sky, his pupils shrinking for a while. A surface-to-surface conventional missile landed on the watchtower with its tail smoke. Boom! There was another loud noise, which was made of reinforced concrete.
The watchtower broke in half and collapsed suddenly. At this time, heavy rain also fell.
The curtain of rain that covered the sky blocked Jin Hai's view, and the sound of a car engine could be heard in his ears. After all, soldiers in peacetime, although they had received the news and were prepared, were caught off guard by this powerful firepower.
Ta-ta-ta! Ta-ta!!!!
Boom! Boom!!!
Heavy machine guns and rockets rained down on them. Jin Hai lay on the ground and shouted: "Lie down! Lie down quickly!" But in the open playground, with such strong firepower, lying down was of no use.
The lives of those young soldiers were ruthlessly harvested. Heavy machine guns beat them to bloody pulps. As rockets fell around them, their limbs and broken arms flew into the sky.
Jin Hai's eyes were bloodshot, and he jumped up with an angry roar: "Fuck you, raise your gun and shoot in a burst." The prison guards around him also started to fight back.
"Haha! Captain, these Chinese soldiers are simply vulnerable. Bringing us all here is a waste of our time."
Weiss heard the voice coming from the headset saying: "Harry! Shut your stinky mouth, or be careful about stray bullets blowing your head off." Weiss didn't expect that the Chinese soldiers would be so miserable. But they didn't know that the Chinese soldiers
Prison guards are not real soldiers, but internal security forces, also known as armed police, commonly known as armed police. Although they are soldiers, they are still far from a real field force.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier. Jin Hai watched his comrades fall down one by one, and his heart ached. He was lucky to be standing there and was not hit by bullets.
In my blurry vision, I finally saw a black man on the roof of an open-top off-road vehicle, shooting wildly with a high-altitude dual-purpose heavy machine gun.
Ignoring the bullets whizzing past his ears, Jin Hai calmly raised the gun and gently pulled the trigger. Bang! There was a gunshot, and the sound of the heavy machine gun suddenly stopped.
Jin Hai could clearly see that a ball of blood exploded on the black man's head. It was then washed away by the violent rain without a trace.
Harry's laughter suddenly disappeared from Weiss' headset, and the sound of heavy machine gunfire also suddenly disappeared. Turning to look at Harry, he saw him lying on the roof of the car with his head tilted.
Weiss shouted angrily: "Harry, you bastard, I told you to be careful, but you just didn't listen. You were shot in the head by these Chinese garbage soldiers." As a real soldier, from the day he formed the Fire Mercenary Group,
, has been wandering between blood and fire, life and death, and has become numb to death. But today it is angry, because Harry died at the hands of Chinese soldiers whom he had always regarded as trash.