Han Feng and Liu Zhe didn’t bother to put a fart. They took a group of people and ran to the helicopter crash site. It was lucky that the helicopter fell into the river and didn’t catch fire and burn quite completely. Of course, they were lucky, but it should be fine inside. The weapon control officer was miserable. The metal door of the deformation engine room was flooded and the river was drowned alive. Liu Zhe swam over and took a look. Without saying anything, he pulled out a large-caliber self-defense pistol and hit the bulletproof glass with a few large-caliber steel core bullets, leaving spots and cracks, but he couldn’t break through. He said to Han Feng, "
Han Feng’s eyes glowed green. "Get it back and study it slowly!"
Liu Zhe ordered a "no serious damage, there should be great research value", pulled out the tiger blade combat knife, inserted it through the gap of the hatch, saw the hatch made of high-strength aluminum alloy with serrated teeth on the back, cut it like tofu, dragged out the two dead bodies inside which were not pleasing to the eye, rushed up by the river, and then got into the engine room to check to see if there was any right self-explosive device. This plane is old! Han Feng checks to see if there is any damage to those precious equipment.
The instructor of Evil Willow told him that once the aviation system broke down, even the best planes were scrapped. More and more scouts jumped into the river and feasted their eyes, then tied special nylon ropes to the helicopter landing frame. Everyone tried their best to pull ashore. It was called a hot battle. The artillery fire on the battlefield a few kilometers away did not affect their concentration on their work. Even the shells hit the river and blew up into the sky. They didn’t frown. Just don’t blow up the plane.
Yang Yang made a great contribution this time. The helicopter was killed by the pilot and plunged into the river. It was hardly damaged. A helicopter expert in the delegation got in and knocked a lot of tools, plus a number of "fuck your mother". Liu Weiping got into the plane and skillfully fiddled with a lot of equipment. The propeller whizzed and spun, and the wind blew, which drove people around him backwards. He controlled the helicopter to take off slowly, and made a series of clever maneuvers that showed excellent performance and strong maneuverability. Everyone cheered and unanimously decided to take the plane back to China to imitate it. If it would bring trouble to the country, they would not consider it.
It rained heavily, which is a good thing for these clowns, so that the Citi Army would not come to blow up this precious helicopter. It is also a good thing for the soldiers of the Annan Liberation Front. The rolling dark clouds are their best cover for the Citi Army. This kind of weather is generally afraid to send heavy rain, but it is conducive to their military action. For the Republican government troops in the city, the heavy rain is simply disastrous! The continuous heavy rain means that they can get the support and face the surging attack of the liberation front alone
Thunder rumbles and rain flies like an arrow, and the world is white, and you can’t tell the southeast and northwest.
Another armored force rushed out of the hidden area, and the tank crawler rolled up high mud and rushed towards the damn city. Behind it was a whole regiment of regular army troops. This is the famous "Tiger Regiment", which is fully staffed and well trained. In the battle sequence of the Northern People’s Army, it has always been the blade to win quickly, and this field trump card has also been put into a bloody battle. With more than 4,000 troops in the city, it should be able to chew this hard bone.
The main target of the Tiger Regiment is the general office of the municipal government. This is a five-story building with a wide range of puppet troops stationed in it. There are more than a dozen companies with 2hb heavy machine guns alone, and individual shoulder-fired missiles are a tough nut to chew. Previously, the troops have launched more than a dozen attacks, each time with heavy casualties. The Tiger Regiment succeeded in the attack and failed. A battalion launched a fierce attack, and several machine guns swept at each emplacement, splashing bricks on the walls.
There were screams, but unfortunately, just after charging, the Tiger’s tank was greatly unloaded by the "Tao" type individual shoulder-fired anti-tank missile. The 13mm cannon could not be transported for a while because of the enemy’s sniper. Even if it could not be transported, it might not be able to endure this solid fortress fortifications. As soon as the artillery power of the Tiger’s original tactical initiator, the sea assault machine, stopped, the whole company of infantry shouted slogans and rushed to the government office building. Before it ran out of the 20-meter-2-HB heavy machine gun, it roared 127mm heavy-caliber bullets. Jumping out of the barrel of a gun is like a group of bloodthirsty elves rushing through the rain curtain to attack the crowd. In no particular order, clouds of mournful blood are blown up in the crowd. The charging soldiers are torn apart by two rows of three clumps. Some soldiers feel that their feet are broken when they are soft, and the people behind them fall and scream. Many wounded soldiers have been trampled to death. The muzzle velocity of this caliber machine gun is too fast, and the caliber is too big and too heavy. Even a thick tree with a bowl mouth can be swept into two parts. Is it flesh and blood?
"whoosh!"
A row of rockets hit the wall of the building, causing cracks in the wall. Two holes were made in the wall. If the liberation front soldiers fired mica bombs, most of the people inside were finished. Unfortunately, they were ordinary rockets that hit the wall and couldn’t blow up the people inside, but it didn’t work either. The one closest to the bombing point, While sweeping, the machine gunner suddenly fell to the ground and was bleeding. He was shocked to death alive, and the airtight barrage appeared. The soldiers keenly captured this favorable opportunity and rushed to their hands. The automatic rifle was aimed at every window, and it was forced to be 100 meters. If you want to go forward for 50 meters, some of those machine guns will never be able to sweep them. They can install explosives on the foundation of the wall and blow up the walls. Then all the enemies inside will be finished!
A row of more dense rockets came and went. At the front, a dozen soldiers were blown up. Some people’s thighs were blown up. The puppet troops also knew that if these people were to be killed, they would all be finished. Heavy machine guns, automatic rifles and crazy shooting were extremely dense. In the rain, rockets and rows of rockets formed a fiery dead line. Rows of liberation soldiers fell headlong into this insurmountable dead line. The whole street was red and the rain flowed. The soldiers had no chance to put explosives. Defensive grenades were thrown like hail …
"I have to rush to one person left!"
A platoon leader’s casualties were exhausted, and his gun roared and rushed to the building where too many soldiers had swallowed him. The light machine gun in his hand spewed a dense bullet at a window on the third floor. There were two automatic rifles shooting at the two rifles, and two blood stains fell from the window.
The dripping on the windowsill quickly spread and disappeared after being diluted by the rain. The platoon leader’s recklessness soon attracted revenge. Three rifles were aimed at him. A shuttle bullet came and the water splashed around him. His legs splashed with blood, and his feet were soft. He almost fell down. A heavy machine gun shot flew to fly his left arm elbow-high. The blood gushed wildly. He knew that he could not escape such a dense fire attack. He simply threw it away. It was too heavy for him now. He pulled out his gun and drilled into his chest at random. He finally fell back a few steps and closed his eyes wearily. He surprisingly thought of the beautiful Saigon River
The first attack wave army annihilated the body lying on the ground, swollen and white in the water.
Its attacks in several directions were also very difficult, especially in the direction of attacking the farmers’ market. Two battalions were even more badly hit by the puppet troops. Here, there was a battalion commander who laid mines all over the street and blocked the nearby vehicles. attack force’s vanguard was first attacked by directional mines, killing and injuring people. Before they could transfer the injured comrades, the mortar shells were smashed, but they were not injured. Together, they blew up broken meat and shrapnel to radiate all around, and they wanted to vomit a type 5 machine gun. Flames swept through all the attacking troops, and the most terrible thing was that the mortars kept burning. They put too much troops into this narrow area to hide, and they couldn’t hide a gun and bloody pieces flew. A company commander couldn’t help but shout "A platoon with me!" Leading a row of drill alleys to try to detour to the enemy’s side and disperse the enemy’s fire. After bypassing two buildings, they collided with two puppet soldiers. At the same time, the people in the narrow alley were upset. The two puppet soldiers were beaten into a pile of rotten meat on the spot, and five of them were shot down. What can we do? The place is too narrow. The company commander hated kicking the body of the puppet soldiers. He was about to hand it over. Be careful. At the corner, the figure flashed and shot through his heart and pierced the chest of a monitor at the back. Only then did the soldiers stop.
"company commander!" A ten-year-old soldier rushed to shake the company commander’s body. Unfortunately, the company commander could no longer open his eyes to see him. Tears had not yet flowed to his cheeks. A fire dragon darted from the lane entrance. He came and screamed and turned into a charcoal column. People behind him were doomed to die in fire tornado. They were either burned to death on the spot or rushed out of the lane screaming and waiting for them. Anyway, being sprayed by a flamethrower definitely didn’t die a natural death.
If you want to live, you have to kill the enemy, and you have to do everything you can to kill the war. It’s as simple as that. It’s as cruel as that. The offensive of the Liberation Front is getting higher and higher, and the defense of the puppet troops is getting tougher every time. It’s as if the two armies are competing to see who can kill faster and kill more, and the competition prize is to live!
Who can win?
Chapter 34 ShiShan blood ()
"The situation has reached a white-hot level. Everyone is crazy …… We took out a perforation on the wall and fired at the outside at random, throwing grenades. We simply didn’t dare to look up because there were a bunch of thugs who hit us in the head! Even so, comrades poured their foreheads one by one, and red blood and milky brains gurgled out of a deep bullet hole … I saw with my own eyes that a battalion commander was flying in the distance when he commanded the charge, and half of his face was cut off. Two soldiers rushed out to get his body back, and in less than three seconds, one was shot through the temple and the other was shot through the heart! We can’t move a step, and no one knows where the ghosts on the battlefield are hiding and when they will give us a fatal blow. Even if armored vehicles are brought, it doesn’t matter if they have heavy sniper rifles to pierce our armored vehicles, it’s as easy as chopsticks to pierce tofu. So they killed at least three armored vehicles, and the crew members were either dead or injured … It’s unfortunate to hear that even the head of the tiger regiment was killed by snipers. "
"Hua Jun scouts took the initiative to help us eliminate snipers in the city. The commander was grateful and agreed. There is no way to do this. Our snipers are not as good as the ana snipers without professional training equipment-the fact is that I always suspected that Citi snipers were killing us! I hope our comrades can get rid of these bedbugs as soon as possible. It’s really uncomfortable to be pointed at the head by a sniper rifle in the dark … "
-"The Ghost Contest in the Soldiers’ Diaries"
Once again, the attack on the government office was beaten back, and the layers of corpses almost blocked the attack route. The frontal attack could not be chewed, and neither could it be outflanked. It was either bombed by mines or targeted by snipers. There was no way to make the city so big and circuitous. Even the company commander could recklessly fight with sharp knives, and even transferred an anti-aircraft machine gun platoon from the roaring regiment instead of beating the gun tube red. The machine gun was aimed at the enemy position and swept wildly. Of course, it could not endure the strong fortifications, but the fierce firepower was still there. This heavy machine gun is not as good-tempered as the class machine gun. If you hit the head with one shot, it will blow into seventeen pieces. If you hit the chest, you will get a bowl with a big mouth and a big hole in the back. If you hit two or three shots, the whole leg or arm will be blown to pieces. Take this opportunity, a platoon of soldiers will rush to move the body. If you don’t move the body, you won’t be able to attack unless you are willing to make a way out of the tank.
The platoon leader stared at the enemy position with a telescope. He saw a puppet machine gunner being chopped to pieces by an anti-aircraft machine gun. Ten thousand pieces of blood were sprayed out of the window and shouted at the shooters, "Well played! Work harder and I will do it for you! "
Nine times out of ten, the shooters gave him a silly smile, but he didn’t hear what he said clearly. He didn’t finish his speech at the top of his head. A scream came from the top of his head. A dozen mortar shells hit the machine gun position in a row, and sharp shrapnel fiercely gnawed at it. The platoon leader watched so many soldiers being submerged by the smoke, stunned, and slapped himself hard to determine whether it was a real barking. He rushed to push and shove the bloody bodies, shouting their names to see if they were alive, even if there was none. Not dead, not cut down by shrapnel, or killed alive by the explosion wave-is that a large-caliber mortar or a high-explosive anti-personnel bomb? Fifteen meters from one shot, you can’t hit a corpse. More than a dozen shells hit the fart for a few seconds, and the lethality of a platoon machine gun position can be imagined. The platoon leader felt that his red chest was suffocating and he wanted to roar but he couldn’t. He wanted to call names, but he didn’t know who to call names. He spilled his anger. The machine gun was blown to pieces, and he swung a gun with several parts. The barrel of the gun was smashed and smashed, and he screamed and vented his anger.
"Bastard, put that worthless thing in your face away!"
A dignified drink came from behind. The platoon leader threw away the barrel and turned to glare at the unknown guy. As soon as he turned around, he got a slap. He froze and called "Colonel …"
The head of the regiment pointed to the platoon leader’s nose and swore, "Are you really a soldier? Are you really a veteran? More fragile than a little girl! Remember that you can bleed but sweat on the battlefield, even your intestines can flow out, but you can’t cry! Let me see you make such a childish move again and I will shoot you myself! "
The platoon leader straightened his chest "yes! ! ！”
The head of the regiment pulled him aside with one hand and roared, "Put up 12 mortars and blow them to death!" Just after the order, he was thrown down by the platoon leader and a string of bullets stuck to his scalp.
Several doors were finally delivered, and 12 mm mortars were erected. Heavy artillery shells were loaded into the barrel and the gun rope was pulled. "Mao Mao Mao!" A row of shells whirled out and smashed the building. Suddenly, the building was shrouded in smoke and gravel. What do you think of the dazzling flag? It was thrown to pieces by the explosion wave. The soldiers of the Tiger Regiment who had been passively beaten gave bursts of cheers and shouted "Well played! Well played! " Encouraged, the artillery hit even harder, and they all hit six rounds of high-speed fire every minute. A scarred 55 staggered over and the main gun was aimed at the building and joined the shelling ranks. "Boom!" An armor-piercing bullet hit the wall of the building and was punched out of a big hole in the washbasin. The smoke was wrapped in flames and spewed out of the hole. It is estimated that the people inside would die very ugly if they were not killed. Unfortunately, it was an armor-piercing bullet. Yes.
The lethality of non-armored targets is greatly reduced. If it is a high-explosive incendiary bomb, there will be many people in it.
"Knock, knock!"
After several bombardments in the past, several skylights appeared in the building, and the firepower was weakened. Many tanks were better than mortars to deal with such strong fortifications, so that some heads finally took a bite of evil spirit, and their facial muscles twitched and jumped. The members of the tank rushing team shouted, "Don’t patronize the fun! Hit the foundation and collapse a section of the wall so that we can rush-"The last two words hit the tip of the tongue, and I can’t say it anymore. A sniper rifle shot from a distance pierced his left chest, chest in and chest out, and a hole in his finger came out, and a big hole in his fist was broken. The impact of the rescue bomb was so heavy that he was pushed from the tank and fell to the ground and twitched. It was another sniper’s good deed! The furious tiger group has just cooled down the cannon barrel and machine gun and swept pieces of dense explosion towards the sniper’s possible hiding place. It seems that if they have such high-tech equipment, they can see a 10-year-old sniper throwing a sniper rifle and running hard in an attempt to escape the artillery fire. Before he ran 20 meters, the barrage covered his legs and ran half-length, but in any case, his shot still left the tiger group disabled and lost its head. The whole group was in chaos for half. I failed to launch an effective offensive for an hour. It was this half-hour delay that gave the puppet troops the most precious time to shake their morale. During this half-hour, the puppet troops strengthened their fortifications and destroyed the tigers’ tanks and mortars. The tigers had to pay ten times the price to attack this fortress.
After storming for such a long time, I made progress, but I also set up a head of the regiment. I pointed out that I was furious and severely reprimanded the front-line commander, and ordered them to take Kunsong for 72 hours. They were running out of time. The enemy bombed the front-line army violently, and the supply of anti-missile missiles was stretched. The Liberation Front had to dispatch a large number of fighter planes. Citigroup desperately tried to ensure that the logistics line was safe, and the strength of the two armies was too unequal. The precious fighter plane was also destroyed, and one was less. Although the current Liberation Front was on the offensive, it was sensible. If Tao can’t make a quick decision, the consequences will be disastrous. I’m afraid that the puppet troops are sure that the Liberation Front is exhausted after one puff of gas. Therefore, they are preoccupied with fighting with the Liberation Front. They have a great michel platini, and michel platini will give them whatever they want, but the Liberation Front doesn’t have such good conditions. At last, it must be that the Liberation Front made a fire. The lean Major General finally calmed down and ordered the deputy head of the Tiger Regiment to take over from the head to direct the war. Then a large group of senior staff members threw a map to plan an offensive, and Liu Weiping accompanied several military generals to attend the meeting.
People are all tactical experts and strategic idiots. Everyone can see that they can’t win this battle. Although Citigroup has withdrawn from the ground battlefield, its strength has not been weakened. On the contrary, it has been greatly strengthened, and even the Khmer jungle has been bombed. I dare not do this before, even the president has to sign and approve the bombing of a toilet. They have successfully intercepted the soldiers in front of the liberation front logistics supply line. Every bullet and every bite of food is delivered by military workers at the cost of blood. Who can bear it for several months?
Liu Weiping didn’t have much interest in this bloody war, but he was less interested in the extremely active snipers in the city. After reading a casualty report, he found that the grassroots officers of the Liberation Front suffered heavy casualties, most of which were attributed to snipers. Those snipers in his hand were eager to see him eager to get the opportunity to participate in the war and give full play to the skills he had learned. Liu Weiping also felt a big headache after reading the map several times. The whole city was leveled and the ruins became the best cover for snipers, and he ran away with one shot. There are also a large number of snipers equipped with svd Dragonov sniper rifles, but most of these snipers are killed in the wild. It is not a problem to kill some enemy scattered personnel at ordinary times. The problem is that this is street fighting, and the opponent’s equipment and training are not weaker than their actual combat experience. In some respects, it seems that one-on-one sniper warfare has become the whole weapon system. The snipers of the Liberation Front have suffered a big loss. In street fighting, a sniper has a greater psychological deterrent to the enemy than a tank! He wanted to send his sniper into the city to deal with the ana snipers. He hesitated for a moment and nodded and agreed. Now their strength is stretched to the limit. It’s good to help more. Besides, people are always embarrassed to refuse if they take the initiative.
Liu Weiping turned to everyone and said, "Snipers go to town after dark. You can’t continue to fight if you play one gun in a group! Remember that I taught you the essentials of sniper tactics to be flexible and not to copy them mechanically, so it must be you who die! "
The soldiers said that they knew that a total of twelve snipers were divided into six groups and went into Kunsong city to look for their prey after dark. They didn’t know that they were dealing with the darkest and most elite "Death" sniper squadron of Citigroup, and the "Death" sniper squadron didn’t know that they were stared at by a group of guys who specialize in hunting poisonous snakes.
Both sides paid the price of blood just because they knew each other.
Chapter 35 ShiShan blood (in)
"The tough battle has entered the most difficult stage. We have invested all the forces at our disposal in this narrow battlefield, surrounded by layers of reinforcements. Every corner has been killed by bloody pieces. The puppet troops are crazy and desperate to invest in troops. We are desperate. Their firepower is too fierce and they have support in the past. Soon, there will be an overwhelming fleet of planes coming to throw rainstorms and bombs, which will make us finally form a superior force. Where there are a large number of soldiers, there is a sea of fire! Our army fought bloody battles but failed to repel the enemy troops … Our company stormed the downtown garden and invested four times more troops than the enemy. I found that we were surrounded by the bodies of comrades-in-arms and the wreckage of burning chariots. "
"There are too many dead people, and the water in the streets has been dyed blood red, which is disgusting. To prevent the breeding of epidemics, we must clean up the bodies, but we really can’t afford the manpower to let the flamethrowers burn the bodies. That stink has made our noses ache for two days."
"Enemy snipers are still picking on us, but now they have met their opponents. Chinese scout snipers are very good. They killed four enemy snipers and seized a heavy sniper rifle in just one day. The enemy snipers had to converge and concentrate on fighting with Chinese snipers. We fought much more because we lacked ammunition, medicine and all the materials necessary for a regular army …"
-"The Ghost Contest in the Soldiers’ Diaries"
Major Skol Allen lay like a rock in the ruins. The muzzle of the sniper rifle moved gently like a poisonous snake and firmly locked a broken wall 600 meters away-people there! His facial expression is even breathing lightly, and most people pretend that he is a stone even if they step on him. To be fair, 4 sniper rifles are as good as 16. They are too delicate and have an effective range of about 900 meters, which is difficult to satisfy snipers’ appetite, and they often need meticulous and almost harsh maintenance, which makes soldiers hate this sniper rifle. The Marine Corps is equipped with 12, more than 20 of which have been thrown aside because of such problems, and some of them can’t grow mushrooms. It’s only half the battle. What can we do? The Pentagon has always ignored the army’s development of snipers. It started too late until it was involved in the logistics line of the Annan War and was equipped with svd Dragon Novo Annan snipers. After that, the Pentagon didn’t realize the power of snipers. Do you remember to fight the big bureaucrats? The Korean Peninsula taught the volunteer sharpshooters a truce and forgot it. 4 It’s the emergency of Leighton Company, a product of cold war. If you really believe the arms dealers, you will announce them.
If we go back on our word, most people in the squadron want to get 21 back. The power of this sniper rifle was confirmed in yesterday’s contest. Four snipers were killed by 21. All the bullets hit the head from more than 100 meters away. It’s a great irony that Citigroup sniper rifle killed the most elite sniper in Citigroup. Well, that terrible sniper died. He was driven out of hiding place by a helicopter and shot through the heart by Skoll.
Skoll blinked his eyes, threw the lithe figure of the sniper behind his head, and stared at the broken wall 600 meters away through a high-magnification scope. That sniper is really amazing, but there must be very few people in the Liberation Front, right? Otherwise, the Liberation Front wouldn’t have fought so hard. His partner Jim was equally excellent and well concealed. A helmet was carefully exposed from behind the broken wall. Two snipers ignored it. After a few minutes, an Annan soldier tore his clothes like a pile of cloth and quickly ran out from behind the broken wall, and then moved back more quickly. A series of tactics were honed in actual combat. If he lost his temper, the novice would have shot a long time ago, but both snipers were veterans who had played several times in the dead pile. Let’s just forget that snipers are not gods. No one will force them to destroy their sight at all costs. Every enemy soldier who lives is the greatest threat to the enemy and gives up a chance to find a second chance. If he is reckless and misses one shot, he will probably never shoot again.
A few minutes later, the soldier came out again and flashed back. The exposure was longer. The two snipers still didn’t see him. He came out for the third time. Perhaps after many temptations, he relaxed his vigilance and flashed a tactical sign language behind the broken wall. More than a dozen soldiers who were also well disguised flashed out one after another. Seeing that their equipment should be that jungle, the special forces of Greenwood suffered a lot. A lean special force, Skoll, quietly waited until the other side was out of 20 meters before slowly pulling the trigger-
"Bang!"
The captain, who was as cunning as a fox, burst into a cloud of blood and dust in his chest. The automatic rifle in his hand threw a few meters away and fell down on his back. Jim also shot at the same time. The gunner’s head behind the captain was blown into a ball of paste and the whole small army was ambushed, but it was not too chaotic. Quickly, he took cover and fired a lot of bullets around him. Obviously, the other side was not idle, but no two snipers had already retreated slowly, and then they smashed the shells with anger and hit the air.
Evacuate to a collapsed house and hide yourself firmly by rubble. Skoll v42 fighting knife pried a can of lunch meat and cut the beef into several small pieces to stir up one.
Put it in your mouth and chew it slowly. Jim drew a bar on the butt of his martial arts knife and smiled at him proudly. "The 25th one is one more than you!" "
Skoll’s so-called shrug "When did I say I would compete with you?"
Jim said, "More than you means more than you. You have to lose."
Skoll said, "Okay, I lose."
Jim kissed a sniper rifle. "I can snipe and kill a hundred enemies and become an army hero in no time!" "
Cole wry smile "hero? I’m afraid it’s a butcher. Be careful not to let people know how many enemy soldiers you have killed here, or those idle journalists in China will put the names of’ butcher’,’ executioner’ and’ murderer’ on your head. "
Jim also listened to the canned food and cut the beef and muttered, "I don’t believe it."
Cole said, "Don’t believe it? Ok, let me ask you, which is the best sniper technology of our squadron? "
Jim said, "Of course, it’s that asshole in Foehrer. This guy really killed 23 enemies in one day. He’s my idol!"
Skoll looked a little bitter. "Yes, he is always the best, but do you know how he is now?"
Jim chewed beef and didn’t lift his head. "Retired. Alas, it would be great if he retired a few years later. I dreamed of beating him once. Now there is no chance."
Skoll said, "I wanted to beat him once, but I never got a chance. He’s dead."
Jim stare big eyes "dead? How come! How is it possible! "
Skoll said, "He committed suicide last week."
Jim froze.
Skoll Youyou said, "After he retired, he suddenly found himself out of touch with the whole society. He knew everything that seemed normal and simple to people living in the city. That’s all. After his deeds were reported by the media, the whole country called him cruel and cold-blooded, and he was held responsible by young people at gunpoint. Even his hometown people called him that … In the eyes of Chinese people, he was a butcher and a loser. God forbid in natural born killers that he ended his life with the last police pistol. Hehe, it’s funny, isn’t it? A hundred thousand shells can’t be blown up, and a warrior who has been besieged by the enemy for more than half a year has never wavered. A colt pistol has died for more than ten dollars without heavy artillery bombardment and machine gun strafe! "