This is very realistic and something that cannot be avoided.
This time the skinheads have launched such a big show, they will never give up if they don't take over their existence.
Anyway, Hua Biao felt that if he were the leader of the opposite party, he would definitely do this at all costs.
Otherwise, if you let the existence survive and look back to other teams under your jurisdiction, some organizations will inevitably follow suit.
At that time, the impact of this battle cannot be made up by the death of a few people and the consumption of some supplies.
After Hua Biao finished explaining, Lao Zhao immediately followed up and said, "Hua Zi is right! Xiao Wen, Lao Bi, you two, stop arguing. We really need to conserve our strength now, there is no need to waste ammunition on the opposite side's mess! "
Lao Zhao and Huabiao both spoke. What else could Bi Dahu and Wenquan Xin say.
"Oh, okay, okay! That's it. If you say you won't blow it up, then we won't blow it up."
"Consider them lucky. Let's keep them alive for now. They will have to be killed sooner or later anyway!"
Also thinking that Lao Zhao and Huabiao's words had some meaning, Wenquan Xin and Bi Dahu didn't persist.
"Okay, continue to strengthen the defense!!" Lao Zhao urged.
At the same time as the victors' alliance stepped up its defenses, the opponent's opponent Tai Man was once again worried about the mess in his own position.
There are dozens of people in the team, many are dead and injured, and only about ten people are still alive and able to fight.
It stands to reason that even these ten or so individuals are stronger than the Victor Alliance team in the opposite village.
But the problem is, this person is different from other people.
They are also human beings, and the members of the Victors Alliance team dare to risk guns and bullets to block bullets and cannonballs for their own team members.
But what about the skinheads? Not to mention calling them team members or serving the team, they don't even have the guts to go out and fight.
You said that it would be useless for your subordinates to talk about it like this. If there are more than ten people, no one will be able to use it.
In addition, two of our own heavy machine guns were bombed, which really made the man in charge feel exhausted.
The reason why he had an absolute advantage in the battlefield before was due to the existence of two heavy machine guns.
Now that the heavy machine gun is gone, and the position is full of injuries, the man on the hand platform is really...
He was about to recapture the opposite village. If there were no zombies to disrupt the situation, and he successfully hit the rocket just now, it's hard to say what the situation would be like now.
But there are no what-ifs in reality. The real situation is that his stupid subordinates blew up his most important offensive weapon because of their poor psychological quality.
Faced with the situation in front of him, the man holding the desk was heartbroken.
He had a good hand of cards, but was beaten into ruins by his pig-like subordinates.
I want to take revenge, but I can't find any way to take revenge.
Even though the man holding the desk was very angry, he still had some sense.
He understood that at this time, if he forced a dozen people in the position to charge towards the opposite village.
His subordinates would definitely obey his instructions in spite of his power, but without heavy firepower to suppress them, and with their stupid fighting qualities, they would probably be frightened to the ground by someone firing cold shots halfway through.
After thinking about it for a long time, the man with the handstand could only give up the idea of ordering the team to charge.
At this moment, the sky is also brightening under the painful decision of the man on the mobile phone, and a new day has arrived.
"What the hell, what do you mean by the other side!? Is this a fight or not? Why is there no movement for a long time!?"
After waiting for about twenty minutes, there was no movement on the other side.
Lao Zhao held a telescope in his hand and kept staring at the opposite side.
"Okay, stop complaining, they didn't fight, so let's rest!" Lao Zhao said.
Huabiao, on the other hand, was more straightforward: "They should have a temporary truce. In this way, Lao Zhao, Xiao Wang, you two are watching from the front. Lao Bi, Xiao Wen, you go back to the house to rest. I'm going to check on Lao Yue and Lao Lin's injuries. "
The opponent is slow to move, so there is no need for our side to follow their rhythm and waste time in the position.
After a night of fighting, Huabiao knew that the team members were exhausted mentally and physically.
For this protracted battle that does not know when it will end, it is still very important to ask the players to rest as soon as possible.
After all, we only have so few manpower. If a fight breaks out, it is impossible to expect a break during the shift.
So while the battlefield is relatively calm, it's good to rest if you can, even for a minute.
After receiving the order, Bi Dahu and Wenquan Xin didn't say much, but they did not go back to the house to rest. Instead, they went inside with Hua Biao to check on Lao Lin and Lao Yue's injury.
There is no big problem on Lao Yue's side. The Huabiao that needs to be dealt with has already been dealt with by Lao Lin in the tower.
Coupled with Li Guo's care, Huabiao was quite satisfied with Lao Lin's injury.
But the situation here in Yuegui Mountain is not optimistic.
Previously, we also learned about Yue Guishan's leg injury through radio waves, but at that time, because Bi Dahu was needed, Yue Guishan obviously weakened the injury situation.
Now after seeing Yue Guishan's injuries on the spot, Huabiao was really shocked by the situation before him.
"Is this what you said it's not serious!?" With a low voice, Huabiao swept over Bi Dahu's body in Yue Guishan.
Especially Bi Dahu, Hua Biao looked at him with eyes filled with reproach.
Faced with Hua Biao's questioning, Bi Dahu avoided looking directly at him.
In the final analysis, Lao Yue is inescapably responsible for what happened to him.
Since Wenquan Xin had Lao Zhao in front of him, he was disgusted with this kind of drama of concealing the truth: "Lao Bi, Lao Yue, why can't you tell the truth when you are so injured!? We are all brothers, why would you lie to us!? Could it be that we are all brothers? You have to wait until you are killed..."
"That's enough, Xiao Wen! Stop saying a few words!" He glared at Wenquan Xin with an angry look.
Hua Biao said that Bi Dahu was just concerned, but he still understood Yue Guishan and Lao Bi's reasons for not telling the truth.
So he didn't want to blame the two of them too much.
More importantly, it's not a question of who to blame now. If we really want to blame, it would be those bastards from the skinhead gang on the opposite side.
If they hadn't come here to cause trouble, if they hadn't created such a perverted existence as modified zombies, how could Lao Yue be injured like this?
To put it bluntly, all the fault lies with the skinheads.
Without saying anything, Huabiao pulled the medical kit and began to treat Lao Yue's wounds again.
After all, Bi Dahu was not a professional at this. He had only disinfected Yue Guishan's wounds and encouraged him to stop the bleeding.
But without suturing the wound on Lao Yue's leg, the real problem cannot be solved at all.
After struggling to sew Lao Yue's wound, Huabiao took out the splint from the medical box and fixed it with Huabiao.
Huabiao knew that Lao Yue's leg was probably useless, but if it was handled properly, it would be fine to use a crutch as a support and dragging after it stiffened.
After everything was taken care of for Lao Yue, Hua Biao did not forget to pat Lao Yue's shoulder and comfort him: "Don't worry, I've done it for you. You will get better after resting in the future, but you may have to endure some hardships in rehabilitation training." . But I believe that with your temperament, Lao Yue, you should be able to survive."
