Lu Chengtai's temporary headquarters was very close to the blast point. Although they were not injured due to the protection of the tunnel, they also suffered varying degrees of shock injuries due to the closed environment in the tunnel - bleeding from the nose and eyes,
Those who fainted were considered lucky, but those who were more unlucky were directly washed up by the air waves, so there were several people who had their heads broken and ended up directly.
Just as the explosion subsided, Ding San immediately shouted: "Hurry and save people!"
Everyone ignored their "heart blossoming" and immediately rushed forward to dig out Liang Shaolian and others. The medical soldiers ran up and immediately gave first aid to several seriously wounded people. While they were giving the wounded
While bandaging, I suddenly heard someone shouting: "No, the Koreans are going to run away!"
The first to escape were the members of the death squad that Lu Chengtai finally organized. They had no determination to die in the first place, but now they saw such a tragic scene of suicide, let alone launching a suicide attack, they even continued to hold explosives.
The courage was gone. "I don't want to die yet!" I don't know who shouted this first, and it immediately resonated. The stickmen looked at me and I looked at you, and suddenly they pointed the explosives in their hands towards the ground.
As soon as he let it go, he ran towards the place he thought was safe without saying a word.
After the previous shelling, Jiangshan City's defense system was already incomplete. If they wanted to escape, they would inevitably have to pass through some blasted tunnels. Their figures fell into the eyes of the students, and their traces were immediately exposed.
"Brothers, stop standing there stupidly, burn them to death!" the commander of the Spitfire Troops, a major named Zhang Quanli, shouted. A dozen Spitfire troopers responded in unison, and then under the cover of snipers,
He ran towards the blasted tunnel.
When the Spitfire troops launched another attack, Lu Chengtai just woke up. Because he fell directly on one of his subordinates, he did not suffer serious external injuries, but internal injuries were inevitable. After being shaken awake by his subordinates, he was confused.
He stood up and felt something sticky under his nose. He stretched out his hand and found that it was all blood, and then he woke up with a start. Thinking back to the scene just now, Xiaobangzi was still frightened, so he smeared the nosebleed on one of his hands.
On the body, his eyes glanced at the gap that appeared about thirty meters ahead, and he cursed angrily: "What are you doing standing here stupidly? Organize troops to defend immediately, the Chinese will definitely attack through the opened hole!" He just said this!
After saying that, he found a ball of fire suddenly flashing in the gap, and a scene of burning people howling miserably appeared in his mind. He instinctively threw himself towards the ground, and at the same time exclaimed: "Lie down, lie down quickly!"
Lu Chengtai jumped quickly and shouted in time, but for a flamethrower, is there any difference between lying down and standing in a sealed underground facility? A fire dragon roared in, and the stick closer to the gap was the first to
It was ignited, and amid their hysterical howls, a smell of meat spread out. These sticks who loved to eat barbecue now smelled the smell of themselves being roasted.
As we all know, people like to eat barbecue. However, when the fat explodes, Lu Chengtai, who is not yet ignited, feels unbearably hot. In addition to feeling the fear of the end of the world, how can he think about Armani?
Barbecue? In a third of a second, the clothes and hair on his body were ignited, and then his whole body also burned.
The student who was pressing the switch of the flamethrower outside did not know that he had just burned a brigade commander to death. For safety reasons, he sprayed one round and then another until there was silence inside, then he got in.
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Focusing on the gap that was opened, the students began to attack the depth of the tunnel. Because there were flamethrowers opening the way in front, some of the tunnel tactics that the sticks had racked their brains to come up with almost all failed. After ten minutes, there was a stick.
After witnessing too many Burning Man performances, his psychological defense collapsed and he directly put the gun into his mouth and committed suicide.
The way the flamethrower kills enemies is too terrifying. While the stickmen are deeply stimulated, the trainees are also under a certain amount of psychological pressure. In particular, the pressure is particularly high on the recruits who are on the battlefield for the first time. For example, a man named
Yang Chunhui was trained as a basic-level sniper. He was covering a flamethrower named Huang Jiaming when he entered a tunnel. When he saw several sticks burned beyond recognition at the gap, he suddenly held on to the wall of the tunnel and started vomiting.
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From the moment he saw the first burnt corpse of a stick, Yang Chunhui began to feel sick, and for the sake of face, he had been gritting his teeth to hold it back, but now he finally couldn't bear it anymore.
Huang Jiaming himself came here in this way and was not surprised when he saw this. He took a vigilant look into the tunnel and found nothing unusual. He took off the water bottle and handed it over. He said with a smile: "It's not a big deal. In the words of the commander-in-chief.
——I’m used to spitting and spitting. Come on, squirt!”
He didn't know whether it was because he was vomiting too hard or because he was embarrassed. Yang Chunhui's face turned red at this moment. He said softly "Hmm" and raised his head to pick up the kettle. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he felt something move in the tunnel.
, he was shocked and shouted anxiously: "There is something wrong," while lifting the gun with his left hand, he reached for the trigger with his right hand.
Huang Jiaming's heart trembled when he heard his shout, and a thought flashed through his mind: The liquefied bottle must not be hit. While the nozzle of his right hand was facing the tunnel, he also turned around - with a "hoo", a fire dragon shot
Almost at the same time, Yang Chunhui yelled "no" and a gunshot rang out. Huang Jiaming was shot in the left chest, and the blood spurting out instantly turned his chest completely red.
"Ah -" A miserable cry suddenly sounded in the tunnel, and a fire man ran towards the gap in the flames crazily. He fell to the ground after a few steps and lost his voice.
Yang Chunhui didn't care whether the stick in the tunnel was dead or not. He threw the gun behind his back, rushed up to support Huang Jiaming, pressed his left hand on his chest, and shouted in a hissing voice: "Brother Huang, don't scare me!"
Huang Jiaming could no longer feel the pain at this time. He felt that the world around him was turning black, as if the cold winter was coming. His body was shaking unconsciously, and he opened his mouth vigorously and said: "Take the - liquefaction bottle -
——" He just opened his mouth, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth. Before he could finish the sentence, the look in his eyes disappeared, and his body immediately softened——
When receiving the training of the Spitfire, the instructor focused most on how to protect the liquefied bottle when it might be attacked. Huang Jiaming kept this in mind from beginning to end, so the tragedy of the liquefied bottle being exploded did not happen. Yang Chunhui as the Spitfire
The soldiers' "personal guards" had also been taught relevant knowledge. Therefore, although Huang Jiaming could not finish the sentence, he still understood the meaning of this sentence. Because of this, he felt more and more guilty, and suddenly felt extremely hateful.
My own cowardice——
"If I had been braver, if I had not vomited, then Brother Huang would not have died!" This thought kept coming over and over in his mind, and he felt so embarrassed that he punched the ground hard, raised his head and roared sadly -