"Paratrooper, are you okay?" At this time, Geng Jihui also quickly started calling Deng Zhenhua through the radio.
"It's okay." Deng Zhenhua grabbed the window sill with his hands and jumped down from the third floor easily with a little help.
"Captain, the mortars on the opposite side were handed over to me. How dare you use them to bombard me? I have to kill them." At this time, Deng Zhenhua was filled with resentment.
If he hadn't been so clever just now, he might have explained it directly.
"Your nine o'clock direction, don't be brave, you can't do anything and withdraw immediately."
Luo Beichen did not deny Deng Zhenhua's proposal, and the threat from a mortar to them was not small.
Now Luo Beichen has to organize a defense from the front, and he can't get around to take out the mortars on the opposite side. This task can only be done by Deng Zhenhua.
"Received."
Deng Zhenhua put the gun behind his back, and then climbed onto the roof again using his hands and feet.
At the same time, the militants who had been quiet for a while saw that the mortars were effective and slowly pressed forward again.
Seeing this, Luo Beichen did not choose to defend but took the initiative to retreat.
The area of Majia Manor is not small, and there are many landscaping buildings inside.
Therefore, Luo Beichen directly asked Lao Pao to start laying booby traps based on these buildings, and then took advantage of the terrain to start a guerrilla fight against these militants.
Originally, these armed men were very happy after they invaded the manor. After all, once they entered the manor, they were not far away from rescuing the Ma family and his son.
However, when a few unlucky people encountered the booby traps designed in advance, they realized that they were happy too early.
As the blaster of Lone Wolf Group B, Lao Pao is very clever in laying out booby traps, and the locations he chooses are also very tricky.
Even if professionals come here, it will take a lot of trouble to rule them out one by one.
Therefore, this group of militants began to restrain their hands and feet when taking action, and they had to be careful every step they took, for fear of accidentally stepping on a thunderbolt.
Not only that, they also need to be alert at all times to cold shots fired from the dark.
Luo Beichen spread out the remaining members of Group B in the manor, each occupying a position, and the entire front area was covered within their design range.
The existence of booby traps restricts the movements of this group of militants, but there is really no restriction for them.
They just need to constantly change their positions and then pull the trigger.
Faced with such an offensive, the militants could not figure out the specific location of the enemy in the dim environment, so they could only shoot aimlessly in the direction from which the gunfire came.
This kind of design method does not matter how accurate the shooting is, but the consumption of ammunition is also very large.
For a moment, this group of militants was caught in a dilemma.
On the other side, following Luo Beichen's prompts, Deng Zhenhua quickly found the opponent's mortar location.
After taking one shot, Deng Zhenhua did not take action again. The militants just thought that the sniper on the opposite side had been killed, so they did not leave any manpower to pay attention to him.
There were only four or five people guarding the mortars.
Seeing this, Deng Zhenhua didn't hesitate at all, picked up the gun and started taking aim.
At this time, a militant was picking up a cannonball and preparing to put it into the barrel.
At this moment, gunshots suddenly sounded in the distance. At the same time, two bullets fired from different directions landed on his forehead. Then the militant holding the shell fell down.
Fell to the ground.
Not far away, Deng Zhenhua, who had just fired a gun, immediately noticed this abnormality.
Although the bullet was fired at the same target as him, Deng Zhenhua immediately moved his sniper position for safety reasons.
After finding a safe position, Deng Zhenhua began to observe the situation below.
At this time, several militants guarding the mortars had all been killed.
Seeing this, Deng Zhenhua was just about to find out who did it, when the radio on his body was switched on.
"Yes, if you can be keenly aware of the existence of a third party, and move immediately without knowing whether the other party is an enemy or a friend, to avoid hidden risks, you can be called a qualified sniper." Listening to the familiar voice coming from the radio, Deng Zhenhua's face suddenly showed a hint of joy.
"High school team, you are finally here."
That's right, the person who connected to Deng Zhenhua's radio was none other than Mr. Gao.
After avoiding several waves of fleeing militants, the high school team finally arrived with support from Team A.
"What's going on now?"
After meeting with Deng Zhenhua, the high school team immediately started asking about the situation.
"There was a group of armed men trying to rescue Ma Shichang and his son. For safety reasons, the captain and the others temporarily retreated to Ma's Manor, and I stayed on the outside to control them. Now, most of the remaining armed men in Yuanshan Town have gathered in Ma's Manor.
Near the manor."
Deng Zhenhua briefly explained the situation.
The high school team nodded, then pulled the bolt and said, "Let's go with me to support Team B."
Seeing the sniper team of Group A, Deng Zhenhua directly put the sniper rifle behind him, then happily picked up the mortar on the ground, grabbed a few shells and followed.
In order to support Group B, in addition to the members of the original Group A, this time the high school team also removed several elites from the squadron. A group of more than 20 people spread out in the street, cooperated with each other, and quickly cleared up
The remaining militants arrived outside Ma's Manor.
At this time, the firefight in the manor was still continuing. After all, the high school team had been on the battlefield, so they figured out the situation after just a few glances.
Without too much thinking, the high school team directly chose to attack.
"A group of four people, attack formation, be careful not to step on the booby traps set by the wolves." The high school team made a tactical gesture, and then led the team to rush in.
Seeing this, Deng Zhenhua also quickly set up the mortar, adjusted the angle and stuffed the shells in.
"Grandma, let you blow me up and let you taste the feeling of being bombed!"
Bang!
With the explosion of the primer, the shell was sent out, and then exploded among the militants.
For a moment, several nearby militants fell to the ground, covering their wounds from shrapnel and wailing.
The sudden appearance of the high school team members immediately made the armed elements in the manor a little overwhelmed, especially in the face of the intensive firepower from the high school team. After a brief period of confusion, they all began to flee in confusion.
Seeing the support, Luo Beichen also decisively changed his tactics and began to cooperate with the high school team in double-teaming.
Facing the attack from both sides, the militants who had already intended to retreat lost the mood to resist and began to flee one after another.
Within a short time, the militants in the manor were eliminated.