The death of their companion made them even more nervous. Regardless of their own discomfort, they fired at the ventilation window.
"Da da da!"
"Da da da!"
It took another lot of effort, but unfortunately no one was hit.
Instead, it was because the bullet ricocheted and hit one of his own people.
"ah!"
One of them was hit in the throat by a ricocheted bullet and fell down with his eyes wide open.
His eyes were filled with hatred for the operator.
Maybe he was still blaming the operator. If they had listened to him and surrendered, they would have survived.
If you choose to resist at this moment, the chance of survival is zero.
"brother!"
"brother!"
Another person yelled, slapped his forehead bitterly, and shouted helplessly to the sky.
"ah!"
"ah!"
"Why?"
"Why?"
Because he accidentally injured one of his own, the operator also stopped shooting.
However, they don't understand that the money outside is waiting for them to cease fire.
Qian Cheng is like a ghost in the night, lurking beside them all the time.
And at the most critical moment, give them a fatal blow.
Qian Cheng dodged past the ventilation vent and aimed his gun at the militants who were shouting in the sky.
"Click!"
"call out!"
"Tsk!"
The bullet passed through his throat, and his body shook suddenly. He swallowed half of what he said, and then fell to the ground.
"Boom!"
The corpse hit the instrument and let out a final cry, seemingly to see him off.
"No!"
The operator shouted and fired wildly at the ventilation window.
"asshole!"
"You devils!"
"Ah! I'm going to kill you!"
The operator went crazy, he was under too much pressure, and he fired wildly, as if he was venting the pressure.
He clearly owned a large and heavy weapon like a tank, but he was crippled by the opponent, tortured himself, and killed his brothers one by one.
"You beasts!"
"You shall not die well!"
"Da da da!"
"Da da da!"
The militants' psychological defense collapsed, and after a few rounds they found they were out of bullets.
Changing the magazine in a hurry.
Suddenly, there was a creaking sound above the head.
"Squeak!"
The iron lid is opened.
After changing the magazine, he quickly fired over his head.
A barrage of bullets hit the iron window.
He Yan stood leisurely behind the iron window. He knew that he didn't need to do anything himself. All he did was attract the attention of the militants.
really.
The next second, a whine came from inside, followed by the sound of heavy objects hitting the instrument.
Qian Cheng took the opportunity to shoot the militants in the head while they were beating the iron cover.
He Yan jumped into the tank, checked that they were all dead, and drove away with Qian Cheng.
"Buzz!"
"Buzz!"
He Yan contacted Gu Jingze, "Sir, we've got it done here. All the militants have been killed."
"knew."
Gu Jingze responded simply and continued his actions.
General Butt successfully entered the tank, and the tank's fire continued.
Obviously, General Bart was filled with anger, "I'll do it!"
General Bart took the Gatling and fired outside.
"Your sister!"
"This general will beat you to death!"
"You group of invaders, I am fighting my war, what does it have to do with you!"
"have a finger in the pie!"
"I hate nosy people the most!"
"Da da da!"
"Da da da!"
The bullets don't stop.
General Bart also knew that if he kept attacking like this, he would be doomed when he ran out of ammunition.
So, he asked his men to immediately mobilize reinforcements.
"Quickly, call your camp and ask everyone to come over."
"Today I will kill them all."
General Bart roared through gritted teeth.
"Yes, General."
The subordinates quickly called for help, but the call was not received for a long time.
"General, no signal."
"What?"
General Bart turned back and cursed, "Fight! Keep fighting until we get through!"
"yes!"
"Brothers, how many more pills are there?"
"General, there are seven missiles left."
"Twenty grenades."
"Three boxes of Gatling bullets."
"One dozen AK and pistol bullets each."
After everyone checked, they reported quickly.
"Can!"
"We should be able to hold on until reinforcements arrive."
Bart said to himself, and after a while, he continued: "Come on, let's unite and cease fire now."
"What?"
"Why, General?"
The militants looked at him in confusion.
There were three militants in the tank, General Gabat, a total of four.
"Our ceasefire is to make the other side think that we are out of ammunition. This is to lure the snake out of its hole."
"The reason we were shooting like crazy just now was to cover me getting on the tank. It will definitely not work if we continue to waste it indiscriminately."
"We need to use our ammunition where it counts."
"Everyone reload the missiles and bullets now, and when they show up, we will open fire again."
After listening to General Bart's explanation, the three finally understood why the ceasefire was necessary.