Huang Qiuchen stood up and threw the electromagnetic gun aside. He felt dizzy. Blood was splattered all around the walls. There were corpses on the ground. Seven Chinese warriors stood at the door, supporting each other, and they stood at the door with their flesh and blood connected. They were not dead until they died.
They fell down. The soldiers who followed immediately laid their bodies down flat, but they could not let go of their hands that were tightly clasped with each other.
Looking at the dozen warriors in front of them, they left forever in an instant, with smiles still on their faces.
In the sky, helicopters exploded one after another. The shock waves generated shattered the glass of the surrounding windows. The fragments fell like rain. Metal fragments fell from the sky like sharp knives. The Japanese soldiers below
The policeman ran away for his life, but the unlucky man was shot and sent directly to hell.
Huang Qiuchen gave a standard military salute, picked up his rifle, and shouted loudly: "Chen Feirong, contact the headquarters immediately. The rest of the team members avenge their comrades, come with me..."
Before the Japanese police and military guards on the platform could recover, about twenty people rushed over and showed their fearless spirit. The helicopter had just been destroyed, and the Japanese were still shocked by this unknown fear. Faced with it,
The Chinese soldiers with red eyes and fear of death obviously lacked confidence.
Huang Qiuchen knocked the PTU to the ground with the butt of his gun. He ignored the bullets coming from around him and continued to hit the unlucky PTU on the head with the butt of his gun. He shouted and cursed at the same time: "Get up, you guys."
Aren't you known as the world's best soldier? Get up and give me a dozen. Where is the Bushido spirit? You stupid Japanese are just stupid dogs hiding behind elite weapons. Without advanced weapons, you are nothing. From now on
It was like this 70 years ago, and it hasn't improved at all now. If you have the guts, come here..." He patted his chest with one hand, while the other hand still held the barrel of the gun.
The instructor went crazy. The team members had already cleaned the Japanese on the platform. The remaining PTUs who were about to surrender were held by soldiers with guns and jumped off the platform. One team member said that this way they could not kill the prisoners but also relieve their hatred. Below
They are all Japanese. If God doesn't let them die, they will naturally survive... They looked back at the somewhat crazy instructors and looked sympathetically at these PTUs who were about to jump off the stairs. Falling into his hands would be worse than death.
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Two team members hugged the instructor, and one of the remaining soldiers grabbed his gun over his head. When the other soldiers saw the Japanese soldier's body, they felt retching in their hearts. The unlucky Japanese soldier's head had been smashed into a picture by the gun butt.
Blood, brains, and bones were mixed together, exuding the smell of blood.
The soldier holding the rifle in his hand muttered: "Boss is really powerful. He uses the gun as a fire stick..."
While everyone was still pulling, there was a gunshot behind him, and a soldier fell to the ground.
"Sniper, lie down!" the team members shouted.
On the rooftop of the building opposite, there were flashes of light everywhere in the room. Soldiers crept forward to the rooftop wall. A helicopter appeared on the other side of the building like a ghost. The soldiers leaning against the rooftop wall had just escaped the threat of snipers.
But they encountered another heavy pressure from the helicopter. The helicopter's tongues of flames shot along the wall, and one after another fell into a pool of blood.
Huang Qiuchen broke free, with blood streaming from his eyes. He took out a grenade, pulled out the fuse, and ran quickly to the opposite side. The sniper's bullets followed Huang Qiuchen's footsteps like rain.
When the helicopter saw him running over, it lowered its height and prepared to escape from the building. However, Huang Qiuchen unexpectedly jumped out of the building in the direction of the helicopter. After an explosion, two propellers were broken, and the helicopter fell like a piece of iron.
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Hong Mao rubbed his eyes and woke up from a coma. Several heads suddenly appeared in his eyes. Zhao Yongbo, Duanmu Xianglong, Xu Tongyue, Su Peng, Wei Yanbo, Yu Chenglong and others gathered around him, looking at him excitedly, their faces
A joyful smile appeared on his face.
Hong Mao rubbed his still aching head, remembering Huang Qiuchen's hammer-like fist before coma, and said in a low voice: "Call the instructor, I want him to taste the fist too."
When Huang Qiuchen mentioned it, the faces of the group of people in front of him immediately darkened. Su Peng's eye sockets actually contained tears. He panted and said: "Captain, you can't take revenge. Instructor... Instructor... Brother Huang died.
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Hong Mao was stunned for a moment, but his head seemed to wake up in an instant. He sat up and grabbed Su Peng's collar and said: "This is impossible... He still owes me a fist, how can it be allowed?"
After a while, Hong Mao let go of his hand, his face turned into infinite sadness and sorrow, and he said: "I'm sorry, I was too excited just now. How did the instructor sacrifice his life?"
Duanmu Xianglong patted Hongmao's shoulder and said understandingly: "We all feel as heavy as you. Let Su Peng talk about it. He was an eyewitness at the time."
Su Peng nodded and described everything on the rooftop at that time in a heavy tone.
As he spoke and reminisced, tears flashed in his eyes and flowed down his eyes and cheeks. The man didn't shed tears lightly, just because he hadn't reached the point where he was sad. The tears of a heartbroken man were as surging as the Yellow River.
Su Peng choked and said: "The instructor saw Japanese snipers in front and helicopters behind, especially that helicopter. Many brothers were killed by bullets. He watched more than 20 brothers fall to his knees in a few minutes.
The instructor in front of me was a little crazy. He took out a grenade, ran over, jumped off the building, and died together with the helicopter in the air..."
There was silence in the stairwell. No one else saw it, but Su Peng witnessed all this with his own eyes. Listening to his personal experience, everyone seemed to have returned to the scene at that time. A god-like figure stood on the stairs for the sake of his comrades and victory.
From the top, he looked back with a smile full of hope, and jumped down, like a flaming meteor rushing towards the helicopter that was escaping ferociously downwards...
Such a picture appeared in Hongmao's mind, and he said: "The flame, the blazing flame, the instructor is like a burning wood, bursting out with amazing energy, burning himself and the enemy, he is like a man in the sky
Meteors, underground volcanoes, use their own lives to compose a hymn of the Chinese nation, and use their own light and heat to illuminate the grace of the entire Longfeng Special Forces team. This is our Longfeng team, this is our Chinese people
.How is the situation now? Instructor Huang’s sacrifice is not to make us sad, but to make us work hard to survive..."