"Tell Fan Yanfei that he must hold on and not evacuate without orders." Hong Mao said firmly.
"Old Hall Master Meng Deli has already reached the eighth floor." Yu Chenglong suddenly said cautiously.
"What? This..." Hong Mao was a little confused. This old man was really messing around. There were more troops on top than the first seven floors combined. He asked Zhao Yongbo to lead the charge first, just to disrupt the enemy's deployment, otherwise
It is not an easy task for hundreds of soldiers to organize a resistance. There is no news from the eighth floor that the fight is still going on. What should I do if the old man is in danger when he goes up there?
Thinking of this, Hong Mao said anxiously: "Leave two people here to support Platoon Leader Fan, and the rest of the team members will rush to the eighth floor with me."
Duanmu Xianglong suddenly interrupted and said: "Fan Yanfei and his platoon only have more than 20 people. Although we destroyed the elevator, there are still four stair entrances and exits on each floor. Each entrance and exit is a defense point. On average, one defense can only have
Four or five soldiers, I'm afraid they won't be able to withstand the enemy's attack."
Duanmu Xianglong got his words to the point. Hong Mao nodded and said subconsciously: "Duanmu, please do your best and bring ten men to support Fan Yanfei. The rest of the soldiers will rush forward with me."
There were only a few people on the sixth and seventh floors. Those who had a little bit of resistance had long been lying in the charge of the team members. The pent-up fighting desire of the passionate Longfeng team members was released by the blood, but before they could fight properly, the enemy came.
All were wiped out, and the team members had nowhere to vent their burning desire to fight. When they heard that they were about to rush to the eighth floor, they were eager to fight. Just after Hong Mao gave the order, the team members said "yes" and moved forward under the leadership of instructor Huang Qiuchen.
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Hongmao smiled bitterly, but saw the eyes of the two soldiers left behind showing signs of fighting, and said hurriedly: "You two, don't be idle. No matter which department in Japan this is, burn all the information and documents for me.
We must completely paralyze Saga Prefecture."
The two team members looked at each other and finished the task dejectedly.
Hongmao sneered and walked towards the eighth floor.
Zhao Yongbo comes from the mountainous areas of Guangxi. It is very difficult in the mountainous areas, and children from poor families also mature early. After graduating from junior high school, when he saw the high school admission notice, he had to give up the opportunity to continue studying in order to reduce the burden on his family.
While running around, Zhao Yongbo still obtained a high school diploma through self-study. When he was 20 years old, he joined the army.
In rural areas, it is a common thing to eat military rations to ease the family's livelihood. It is a very helpless thing for a young man to live in poverty.
The military camp is a big family that brings together soldiers from all over the world. Unlike those urban soldiers who do not go to school well and have no choice but to be sent to the military camp to fool around, Zhao Yongbo cherishes his military career. In the eyes of the soldiers, Zhao Yongbo is a very kind man.
The eldest brother, in the eyes of the officers, he is also a very serious soldier.
Zhao Yongbo retired from the army three years ago. In order to make a living, he was later recruited to the Longfeng Team by Ren Xiaoyao. After nearly three years of special training, his special warfare skills and martial arts have made a qualitative leap. This time he joined the Red Hair Team as the team leader.
He was selected to join the Dragon Wind Team.
When Hong Mao entrusted him with the task of attacking the command center, Zhao Yongbo could only repay Hong Mao's promotion with enthusiasm. All he wanted in his heart was to complete the task as quickly as possible and occupy the command center.
However, when Zhao Yongbo led his team members to attack the eighth floor, he suddenly realized that this task was not easy because the enemy's counterattack was much greater than he imagined.
When he first rushed to the eighth floor, Zhao Yongbo thought it was nothing. When officers and soldiers from room to room rushed out frantically, fighting with the members of the Longfeng Team with pistols, Zhao Yongbo felt that it was difficult.
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There is no essential difference between automatic rifles and pistols within twenty meters, except that the rifle fires faster and is more powerful.
However, the number of enemies made up for the difference in firepower and rate of fire. There were soldiers rushing out of every room or hiding in some unnoticed place to shoot.
It can be said that the enemies who rushed out were committing suicide to the Longfeng team members. With their relatively hard armor, the Longfeng team members killed Japanese soldiers one by one with pistol bullets. However, the Japanese soldiers who used black guns ordered Zhao Yongbo and him to
The comrades were disgusted.
There was no one inside when he rushed into the house, but as soon as he turned around, several bullets hit his back and head. Just because he couldn't die doesn't mean that the Chinese soldiers were not afraid of pain. Several bullets hit their armor and helmets, and their bodies were in excruciating pain.
After being beaten, he turned around and killed the Japanese soldiers who were shooting black guns. However, this took a lot of effort and also angered the Chinese soldiers. Whenever he entered the room in the future, he would first shoot at the corners where the Japanese might be hiding, or directly shoot at the corners first.
Throw a grenade.
Even so, after rushing to the eighth floor, the Japanese still poured in like a tide, and Chinese soldiers also suffered casualties. One soldier did not stand up after being knocked down by a bullet.
Zhao Yongbo saw a bullet stuck in the armor at his waist, and blood flowed out from the gap between the bullet and the armor. The soldier's eyes disappeared, and his breathing was a little confused. There was only air coming out and no air coming in.
Zhao Yongbo was a little anxious. He walked over and slapped the team member's face several times. Blood appeared on the soldier's face and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. However, the soldier was still shocked and his eyes recovered.
Zhao Yongbo cursed: "Fuck, the bullet only scratched a little skin, don't let me be lazy, take a break from now on, and then rush to me later, the Japanese have not been wiped out, no one can rest, do you hear me."
"Yes!" The team member responded quickly. He tried to get up, but more blood flowed from the wound. The pain made him temporarily stop moving, but he tightened his grip on the rifle again.
Zhao Yongbo patted his shoulder with satisfaction, turned his head and sighed.
Su Peng asked in confusion: "His injuries are serious. Although the bullet did not penetrate his body, his organs were damaged. Why do you still treat him like this?"
Zhao Yongbo looked back at the soldier and said sadly: "Why didn't I know this? Even if he could survive, he would definitely not be able to fight anymore. But when he fell down just now, he gave up. I must encourage him."
He wants to survive, so he can only inspire his sense of survival through orders and battles, and maybe he can still survive..."
However, Zhao Yongbo still adjusted his tactics. After all, after several battles, his armor was more or less damaged. If he continued to rush and fight like this, bullets would inevitably hit weak links and penetrate the armor, causing casualties. Therefore, during the Japanese counterattack
Next, Zhao Yongbo asked the soldiers to find hiding places to deal with the enemy and shoot at them.