Xiang Ziyu rushed across the spacious airport runway with a rifle and a hunched waist. According to normal practice, there was no difference between him doing this and dying.
There were indeed dwarf soldiers shooting at him, but the bullets fired by the Mosin-Nagant rifle were unable to effectively intercept the fast-moving Xiang Ziyu.
He braved the enemy's bullets and rushed to the other side, and then hid under the wing of an IL attack aircraft parked next to the airport.
Facing the direction where he had just fired, Xiang Ziyu emptied his magazine and then changed the bullets.
At this time, large and small battles had broken out in the airport. The dwarf guards were not prepared at all, so they were forced to launch defensive operations.
They didn't know where the enemy was coming from, and they didn't even understand the size of the Tang Army's troops until now. Even some senior officers at the airport naively thought that the enemy was just a "small unit" of the Tang Army that came to harass the airport.
The Tang Army was also a little embarrassed, because they had indeed misjudged the size of the dwarf troops deployed in Saint Luo. It was originally expected that there would be only about 20,000 enemy troops in the direction of Saint Luo, but now it seems that there are at least 30,000 more.
Because of a misjudgment, Tang Jun never thought before airborne that more than one regiment of garrison troops would be deployed at a small airport. With a team of 1,500 people, it was indeed not that easy to fight.
Under such circumstances, both sides encountered some difficulties. The Tang army's attack speed was not as fast as expected, and the dwarves also really felt how powerful their opponents were.
"Thud, tut, tug!" Xiang Ziyu bypassed an airplane and approached an anti-aircraft gun position built with sandbags. He fired a hail of bullets at the dwarf soldiers who were shooting inside.
Those dwarves were firing at the Tang Army's flank advancing on the other side of the airport runway. They seemed to have forgotten that there was also a lone madman approaching on their flank.
Unexpectedly, a row of bullets flew from the side and hit them. Several dwarf soldiers immediately turned forward and backward, some fell on the sandbags, and some fell directly back to the fortifications.
Just in case, Xiang Ziyu took off a grenade, tore off the safety ring, and threw it directly into the ring-shaped anti-aircraft gun position.
The flames of the explosion illuminated the 40mm anti-aircraft gun with its barrel raised. After Xiang Ziyu climbed into the defensive position, he found that there was no one alive here.
The corpses of about ten dwarves lay scattered on the ground, some of which were artillery and some of which were infantry. These dwarf soldiers fought to the end, and it was obvious that they wanted to hold on to this unimportant defensive position.
"I have captured the anti-aircraft gun position opposite! Don't fire at me! Damn it!" Xiang Ziyu could feel the bullets flying towards him, and he was afraid that friendly forces would fire a grenade at him, so he shouted on the intercom.
During the attack, they restored communications, and the signal corps also contacted the regiment headquarters. About 500 paratroopers were attacking the airport from all directions, and the scene was really chaotic.
The lights in the building that were already in front of us had been turned off, and the dwarf soldiers stationed on the periphery were not fools. If the lights were turned on, those windows would probably become targets of attack by the Tang army.
The heads sticking out of the lighted windows are the best targets. When the lights are turned off, these windows naturally become eerie shooting holes.
It's a pity that the weapons of both sides are really no longer products of the same era. Most of the weapons of the Tang Army's paratroopers are equipped with small parts such as flame suppressors. Of course, the weapons in the hands of the dwarves cannot have such things.
Therefore, in the dark night, the muzzle flames of the Tang army always flashed by, appearing so erratic. As long as the dwarf's muzzles were fired, the flames would shine, as obvious as stars.
With another explosion, the rifle grenade landed next to a luxury car parked at the entrance of the dwarf building. The fragments shattered the car's glass and killed several dwarf soldiers hiding behind the car.
With the bright light ignited by the explosion, the soldiers of the Tang Army began to violently attack the building. Through the night vision goggles, Xiang Ziyu could even see soldiers throwing grenades at the window.
The explosion in the room was dull and depressing, and the resistance of the dwarves completely collapsed with the explosion. The battle began to become one-sided, with fewer and fewer people resisting and more and more people surrendering.
But at this moment, a group of elf troops with fairly good combat effectiveness joined the battle, relying on the tenacious resistance of the buildings.
Unfortunately, their firepower is very weak. Although many soldiers are equipped with submachine guns, their ammunition is indeed not sufficient.
Of course, it was impossible for these Van Crouse's guards to have enough to eat and carry full magazines and bullets, or even follow the commander with their backpacks on their backs. At most, they only carried a few magazines and remained lightly armed.
Unfortunately, those fighting them were heavily armed Tang paratroopers. Therefore, although these guards were brave, the problem of lack of supplies was quickly exposed.
After emptying out a magazine, several elven soldiers guarding the front door realized this serious problem: they would soon run out of ammunition, but there was really no way to provide them with enough supplies.
You know, the submachine guns that the dwarves are equipped with are Bobosha, which uses 7.62mm pistol bullets, and the elves are equipped with P40 submachine guns, which use 9mm pistol bullets.
On weekdays, the elves can get some supplies of their own, and just supplying them to the guard troops is not a big problem. But now that it's time to actually use them, the supply problem is suddenly exposed.
"I need more ammunition!" A guard removed the empty magazine, took out a new magazine from his body, inserted it into his gun, and shouted to his companion not far away.
After his companion fired a few bullets at the door, he replied angrily: "I need it too! You'd better look for it on the dead people!"
While they were talking, an elf soldier leaning against the wall was hit in the head by a bullet and fell to the ground. Blood spattered everywhere, along the edge of the familiar-looking M35 helmet.
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"Take it from him! Be careful of their grenades!" The guard who had just shouted loudly reminded his companions. What he didn't know was that on the other side of the building, soldiers from the Tang Army had climbed into the house through the window.
The dwarf soldiers over there have already handed over their weapons. Next to several warehouses filled with various equipment, the soldiers of the Tang Army have begun to plan how to give the stubborn enemy a little help from the side.
