It wasn't raining heavily, the night was quiet, and the sound of gunshots could be heard far away.
Wu An threw away the cigarette butt in his hand and looked up at Ye Qing.
Ye Qing raised his head, letting the raindrops fall on his face, and said calmly: "In China, there is one of the most beautiful poems, which is called Listening to the Spring Rain in a Small House All Night."
Wu An could not understand this poetic meaning. Instead, the sound of gunshots represented blood and killing: "If you use the gun, many people will die."
"Do you think I would let them leave that small building alive?"
Wu An's heart suddenly turned cold as ice. If anyone could kill people like hemp, it was the man with a bright smile in front of him.
Therefore, this night must be a river of blood.
In a small building not far from this small building, although the lights were not turned on, Mu Jiajun kept looking at the small building where Wang Zhongyang was imprisoned with a telescope.
The operation to rob the imperial green glass plant was thwarted. He did not return to the country in time to investigate the reason why he asked the border guards to cross the border to rescue people. He also did not investigate why the three heroes of Muse were sent to the village.
But he firmly believes that a powerful dragon cannot overwhelm a local snake.
In northern Myanmar, he is a local snake.
Therefore, he deliberately imprisoned Wang Zhongyang in this small building because he did not want any of the people who crossed the border to rescue people to come back alive.
Northern Myanmar is a lawless land and a hunting ground for wild beasts.
Du Yu shot four northern Burmese who rushed down from upstairs, and then stood at the door with his gun pointed toward the outside.
People outside the room who heard the gunshots started to rush in, but as soon as they showed their heads, they were shot in the head.
"The person in the room has a gun, don't break in!"
In northern Myanmar, everyone carries a gun, but guns are different.
The sound of AK is click, click, click, but the 92 style is click click...
Anyone who plays with guns will know immediately that this is not an AK stolen from people in northern Myanmar. Therefore, the possibility of Wang Zhongyang grabbing the gun to save himself is ruled out.
The only possibility is that someone with a magic weapon suddenly appeared in the small building, saved Wang Zhongyang and killed him outside.
Chachai made a lot of preparations and hid most of his manpower outside. He never thought that it would actually blossom from within.
Du Yu stood on the side of the door, and through the gap in the window, he saw a dozen people rushing over quickly in the corridor outside.
This is their first battle in northern Myanmar, and what Song Youqing means is that anyone who dares to rob, kidnap, or kill Chinese people in northern Myanmar, no matter who he is, must do justice to God.
In China, even if they have special status, they dare not kill anyone.
But this is northern Myanmar.
They are the strongest special forces in Africa, performing rescue missions many times.
Therefore, they have long been accustomed to supporting each other and fighting in a dispersed manner.
Seeing his people rushing over, Du Yu turned back and glanced at Wang Zhongyang, with a hint of contempt in his eyes.
Then he quickly walked to the door of the room, looked at the two shadows emerging from the corner, and waited for the two people to just rush around the corner.
She pulled the trigger of Type 92.
"Bang, bang, bang." Three shots were fired in a row, causing ash to fly on the wall at the corner. The two northern Burmese fell to the ground neatly and fired wildly inside.
Du Yu fired several shots, and the collision began to sound empty, and the magazine was empty.
Not hearing the unique gunfire of the Type 92, the two northern Burmese stood up quickly and rushed into the aisle with their AKs.
The bullets hit the wall with a clanging sound, and no return gunfire could be heard.
The two northern Burmese were overjoyed and walked to the door close to the wall. They were about to turn around and shoot.
Du Yu had already stepped out of the room first, firing several shots at them with a 92 style in each hand.
After shooting two northern Burmese, Du Yu took Wang Zhongyang and hid in the room. At this time, murderous intent was everywhere outside the small building.
The continuous gunshots also made Mu Jiajun frown.
The reason why the Immortal Killing Formation was set up in Nankan Town was because there was not only a checkpoint for the Lashio City defenders, but also the territory of the Collapse Dragon Army.
Once the gunshots are fired, Wu An of the Collapse Dragon Army will lead his men to intervene forcefully.
But unfortunately, in the telescope with night vision function, no figure of the Collapse Dragon Army was seen.
There was not even a single Lashio garrison stationed at the checkpoint.
Without the Collapse Dragon Army, he would not be able to achieve his goal of killing people with a borrowed knife.
In the darkness, more than twenty men wearing camouflage uniforms and bulletproof vests suddenly emerged from the grass and shrubs.
And in an instant, the chug of an assault rifle was heard.
The biggest difference between professional soldiers and mountain soldiers is that they never hesitate to kill.
Song Youqing issued an order for total annihilation.
And dozens of enemies who have not received special training and are carrying old AKs have become their best targets!
A cross-cover charge broke into the center of the northern Burmese ambush from a few dozen meters away from the small building.
Song Youqing held up a telescope to observe the enemy situation near the small building, and continued to issue orders through the headset.
The mission of Peng Fei's team is to rescue Du Yu and Wang Zhongyang from the occupied room as quickly as possible.
In the room, Du Yu shot and killed the northern Burmese who wanted to rush in and take the two of them hostage.
Her shooting skills were precise and ruthless. After a few shots, half of the people here had been killed.
"Bang!" The anti-theft window welded with steel bars was forcibly removed, and Peng Fei jumped in.
"Du Yu!"
"Everyone is fine, he's just in the corner!" Du Yu glanced at Wang Zhongyang, who was shivering in the corner: "There are enemies on both sides of the aisle, you and I."
Peng Fei agreed, quickly changed the magazine, and glanced at Wang Zhongyang behind him: "Climb out of the window, my people are outside to support you."
"I can not!"
"Coward!" Peng Fei was speechless.
"If you don't want to die, just get out!" Du Yu said contemptuously: "Follow us and you will escape death."
Wang Zhongyang stood up tremblingly. In his life, he had never seen a hostage rescue scene except in movies. Hearing the constant gunshots outside, he was frightened to pee.
In addition to the two gangs who were fighting fiercely, there were many people watching the dragon-tiger fight in Nankan Town in the dark night.
The Mu family has been operating in northern Myanmar for many years, and all the mountain armies have cooperative relationships with them.
But Ye Qing used the attitude of crossing the river to force a dragon to crush him.
Zhu Longmei stood on the three-story building of a car repair station in the distance, looking at the battlefield at the foot of the mountain with night vision goggles.
Behind her are Long Si and Long Wu.
But behind Dragon Four and Dragon Five, there were dozens of dark, lean, capable and courageous soldiers.
"Strange, why the Dragon Collapse Army hasn't taken action yet."
The four dragons and the five dragons were speechless. According to the agreement, once the gunshots were fired, the Benglong Army would surround them from the outside and keep all these people in northern Myanmar.
"We can't move!"
Zhu Longmei's lips curved into a charming smile: "This is a dragon-tiger fight between Ye Qing and Mu Jiajun. The dragon-collapse army is immobile, and we can't take action. We can't do anything to rob the host."
