"Okay, go move the sandbags to the front and station them!!" Lao Zhao ordered, and then continued the work at hand.
Unexpectedly, as soon as Lao Zhao finished speaking, before Bi Dahu could respond, Wang Zhongyu's voice came from behind: "Old Zhao, I'm here to help too."
Well, this Wang Zhongyu also came out of the house.
In this regard, Lao Zhao didn't want to say much. When the matter reached this point, the most important thing was to seize the time: "Xiao Wang, you can also come and move the sandbags."
"Oh, good!" In response, Wang Zhongyu immediately joined Bi Dahu in carrying sandbags to strengthen the defense.
Everyone gathered firewood and the flames were high. With the addition of Wang Zhongyu and Bi Dahu, the reinforcement efficiency of Lao Zhao's side was greatly improved.
However, the other side didn't give them much time to breathe. After the two shooters changed the ammunition in a panic, they immediately pulled the bolt and continued to discharge bullets in the direction of the village.
"Get down!! Get down quickly!!" As soon as the gunshot rang out, Lao Zhao immediately threw the sandbag on his shoulder to the ground.
And shouted at the remaining team members.
Lao Zhao didn't need to remind him, Wenquan Xin, who had already experienced the catharsis of firepower from the opponent, also decisively got down.
However, Bi Dahu and Wang Zhongyu, who had just left the house, were a little slow to react.
They waited until the bullets hit the wall and splashed stones, then their bodies were instinctively frightened and threw them into the sandbags, then they lay on the ground with their heads in their hands.
Especially Wang Zhongyu, after all, Yue Guishan is also the one who has received the baptism of transforming zombies.
Now I am used to facing heavy machine gun fire from the opposite side.
But as for Wang Zhongyu, he should be said to be in a relatively safe situation so far, so he was suddenly hit by such a strong suppressive firepower from the opposite side... It really shocked him.
Protecting the head with both hands is the most direct and concrete reflection of fear.
The projectiles that continuously hit the walls, sandbags, and even penetrated directly and scattered in the village all provoked Wang Zhongyu's psychological defense line.
"Da da da da da da!" The sound of gunfire echoed in the open countryside. Just hearing the sound of gunfire was enough to send chills to the heart.
Not to mention, Lao Zhao and the others were facing these bullet attacks head-on. If they were not careful, they could be shot and lose their lives.
"What are you waiting for!? Put down the gun, step out, and you can get away from it all."
"There is no point in continuing to fight for a few people. It is not easy to survive these days. Do you hope to lose your life just for a few people?"
The man holding the desk is still sparing no effort in his persuasion.
He still hopes to use verbal temptation to make the members of the Victory Alliance team give up their resistance and walk out on their own.
Even if the goal cannot be achieved, it will still shake the minds of the opposing team members.
As long as the other party is not aligned, it will be easy to deal with.
It's a pity that the man obviously misjudged the cohesion of the members of the Victory Alliance team.
They are not the kind of people who the skinheads used to fight and surrender after just a few words.
As soon as the gunfire from the opposite side stopped, Lao Zhao, who was lying on the ground, immediately poked his head out of the dust and looked around: "Xiao Wen, Lao Bi, Lao Yue, how are you doing?"
"Bah!" Wang Zhongyu spat out the sand in his mouth. He raised his hands in embarrassment and said, "I'm fine."
Immediately, Wenquan Xin and Bi Dahu also reported that they were safe.
"Let's go! Keep working!!" Since everyone was fine, Lao Zhao stood up first and put the sandbag he had just thrown on the ground back on his shoulders.
Old Zhao is moving here. How can Wenquan Xin, Bi Dahu and others do anything?
Everyone immediately started moving again.
In this way, both parties work according to the established strategies.
The situation on the field fell into a stalemate and confrontation stage.
The skinheads never sent troops to suppress the situation; the Victors Alliance team took the opportunity to consolidate their front.
Not to mention relying on the opponent's careful tactics, Lao Zhao led Wenquan Xin and others to move the sandbags bit by bit, and really built a new defensive position behind the damaged wall.
At first, the man on the stage pointed to relying on firepower to intimidate, and used his own persuasion to shake the opponent's momentum and military morale.
But after several rounds of force attacks and coercion, the man with the mobile phone found that the other person didn't even say a word, and his various words of ridicule and exhortation did not get a reply from the other person, and he cursed.
The living person on the opposite side seemed to be dead and disappeared, which made the man on the desk feel very uncomfortable.
Gradually, the original plan began to take a mental nap.
The male heart on the stage was gradually lost as the members of the Victory League ignored him and kept silent.
After all, human patience is limited, especially in such a situation where the two armies are confronting each other.
There is no doubt that the skinhead side of the man on the stage has an absolute advantage in the battle.
In order to convince the opponent and achieve his goal of taking over the village without any blood, the man on the stage had already wasted a lot of time and said a lot of words of persuasion, but in the end... nothing happened, and the opponent ignored him.
It made him look like a fool, talking to himself.
Seemingly feeling the depression of the man at the desk, Wenquan Xin gave an incisive explanation: "A bunch of idiots, they really think they can force us to submit by shooting two machine guns over there? It's a joke!!"
"Okay, keep moving sandbags to strengthen the defense!!" Lao Zhao urged.
The opponent's current strategy has given him a rare chance to breathe, and Lao Zhao doesn't want to let it go.
After all, the man holding the phone is not a fool, and I believe he will soon realize that his method of promoting conversation by hitting him is not good.
Therefore, before the man takes further measures, one should strengthen the frontline defense as much as possible according to one's own pace.
In this way, even if a fight breaks out later, his side will not be caught off guard.
The stalemate continued. Hua Biao stayed in the tower and concentrated all the sandbags at the place where the enemy's firepower was the most concentrated.
It should be said that the current overall situation is still relatively strong for the winner's alliance.
After all, they needed repairs after the previous zombie attack.
The man's self-righteousness gave the members of the Victory League village a chance to breathe. Lao Zhao and the others also used every opportunity to strengthen the damaged city wall.
Time flies by, and now is the time to compete for patience.
Huabiao's response strategy is very simple. If you don't attack, I will strengthen the defense.
If you fire heavy machine guns, I will hide.
I won’t fire the gun. In short, I won’t fight you.
Unless you send ground troops over.
And as long as the other side can't bear to send ground troops over, then...
At present, the grass and grass have been completely burned down by the previous battle, and there is no place for people from the opposite side to hide and hide.
In such an open area, one's own team members can fire at will, and then the effectiveness of the weapons in one's own team members' hands can be fully exerted.
As time went by, the man also realized that this stalemate could not continue.
In this way, dry consumption is really a "big gift" to the other party.
The opponent never showed his head, never fired a gun, and never happened, which also aroused the suspicion of the man on the mobile phone.
Obviously it is impossible for the other side to just wait and do nothing. The only possibility is...
