The tribal warriors climbed up one by one, their faces with scorched beards, eyebrows and hair filled with incredible excitement - We are alive?! We are not dead?! The excitement is passing on, and people's joy is spreading to each other.
Infected, the soldiers almost jumped up and cheered "Long live the chief!"
But no one dared to shout out! Zhou Jiping was lying on the ground, his charred face no longer showing the true color of his skin, but his sharp eyes were staring at the soldiers in the field platoon, forcing people to cheer.
He suppressed it until Pengre also carefully crawled to Zhou Jiping's side and quietly gestured to the tribe warriors, indicating that the enemy was approaching step by step from the hillside. When the tribesmen were dizzy with the excitement of being alive, they were stunned.
The soldiers realized that the danger was not completely over yet
Zhou Jiping looked a little miserable now. The beard on his face that had not been shaved for many days was scorched, and his face was dark and blended into the night. There was no trace of yellow skin color at all, and the entire face shape appeared.
It creates an asymmetrical abstract beauty. If Picasso saw it, he would definitely use him as a model.
Zhou Jiping didn't care about studying his own image. He took Galil into his hand, touched the hot gun body, and naturally put his middle finger into the trigger ring. Then, kneeling in a shooting posture, he patted the gun next to him.
Not far away, Gudili, Buco and Muen, his three temporary ammunition men, motioned for the three of them to imitate him and follow him closely.
It is not a pleasant thing to crawl on the land that is still warm after being burned by the fire. But at this moment, people can hear the voices of the enemy soldiers chatting at the bottom of the hillside and gradually approaching towards the mountain.
The soldiers of the surviving field platoon became unusually calm at this moment, and like veterans, they silently approached the edge of the platform.
The enemy troops at the foot of the hillside formed a skirmish line and walked lazily up the mountain. From time to time, some people complained about being burned by sparks. No one thought that anyone could survive after such a fire, especially from a close distance.
After seeing the scene of the fire demon raging, even the enemies couldn't help but sigh for their opponents on the mountain. The smell of barbecue was filling the air, but no one would think of the fragrant barbecue. They all knew: it was the death of their own party.
The inevitable smell of comrades and rivals on the mountain being burned to death
Now, these enemy soldiers who were slowly climbing the mountain were trying their best to avoid the corpses on the ground. Those were their former comrades who had just been killed by the field platoon soldiers. In just a moment, the former comrades turned into blackened tree stumps.
——This method of death makes it difficult for these enemy soldiers who just set fire to wantonly to accept it.
Judging the enemy's situation, some enemy soldiers carried their gun belts on their shoulders, with their AK47 assault rifles tucked diagonally under their armpits, and the muzzles pointed diagonally towards the ground. This was already good enough - as long as there was any sign of trouble, the left-hand handle
Just raise the muzzle of the gun and pull the trigger with your right hand to shoot. The key is, is it possible to be dangerous? Others who are more "daring" have the gun slung behind their shoulders. In their opinion, they will go up to the mountain and pick up a few items.
Weapons that have become deformed and hot can be returned to work.
The fire on the top of the mountain is still burning, but the fire has lost the fuel of gasoline and has become much smaller. The fire on the hillside has gradually dimmed. The sun's rays have begun to shine on the earth. A new day is coming in the East African grasslands.
Most of the enemy troops on the hillside have no chance to see the sun this morning.
Click, click, click... The Galil in Zhou Jiping's hand first screamed crisply. Then, before the enemy soldiers walking halfway up the mountain could raise their heads, there was a series of clicks and a hail of bullets.
poured down unceremoniously
Even if some enemy soldiers reacted faster, they only had time to raise the muzzle of the gun, and then their whole body was hit by the huge momentum of the AK47 or Galil's body at close range, and the whole body was driven towards the target.
They fell down the hillside. Then, after their bodies fell, their bodies were shattered by bullets, and the flying human tissues were sprinkled on the ground further down the hillside, cooling the still warm hillside.
The soil emits the same smell as their dead comrades...
The soldiers of the field platoon still fired indiscriminately and without accuracy, but they beat the enemy troops who were close at hand and had not noticed them, and drove them down the hillside in a haphazard manner. This lasted for half a minute.
Zhou Jiping couldn't believe that these enemy soldiers couldn't even fire a single shot, but he had to sigh: After the fire, there were amazing changes in the field platoon soldiers.
Zhou Jiping, who was originally lying on the edge of the platform, didn't expect to be able to fire the first shot. He thought that there must be a guy who was dizzy from being roasted and fired a whole magazine of bullets into the enemy's army before he could.
There is nothing to be prepared for at this time. No matter how you fight, you will fight. As long as you catch a few guys who are counterattacking and kill them, then, when the enemies are beaten to the point of confusion and your side first sees the results of victory, you can lead the field battle.
The remaining twenty or so people in the platoon fled.
Unexpectedly, the Damon soldiers who had experienced the "baking test" of the fire had become amazingly strong-willed. Zhou Jiping kept silent and did not fire. They were able to endure their anxious mood, until Zhou Jiping picked the best opportunity to kill him.
Galil fired, and they poured down the bullets at once