As long as the opponent is close, the members of the Victory Alliance Village will not hesitate to open fire.
The skinheads had no idea of the blow they were about to face.
Their subconscious minds have been confused by the dilapidated scene of the village, and the Victor Alliance team they know is nothing more than vulnerable garbage.
However...
Seeing the skinheads outside entering the effective shooting range, Hua Biao pulled the trigger first and shouted to everyone at the same time: "Fire! Fight!"
Hua Biao's words were what he was waiting for. As Hua Biao shouted and fell, the outside of the village, which had been silent for a long time, once again entered the stage of gunfire.
"Ta-ta-ta, tap-ta-ta!" The flames spit out, and the gunfire rang out, instantly knocking down many members of the key party who were rushing forward.
The lucky ones were beaten to death directly, and the unfortunate ones were put to the ground, wailing in pain.
The remaining guys who were still alive were undoubtedly frightened and confused by the sudden firepower in the village.
People have different personalities, but their responses to life and death crises are exactly the same.
The support team, who thought they had a different will to fight than their previous colleagues, immediately revealed their true nature after the gunfire.
No way, instinctive reactions are definitely not something you can overcome if you want to.
What's more, the bullets fired in the Victors Alliance Village are all genuine, and they will really kill someone if they hit the body.
As expected, they fell down on the spot. Just like the skinheads before, these follow-up reinforcements who took down the village in one breath had the same reaction as they looked down on their colleagues.
"Throw the grenade and blow up these forced ones!" As he spoke, Wenquan Xin went to get the grenade and throw it away.
Compared with using a gun to deal with lying targets, grenade attacks are obviously more effective.
However, after hearing Wenquan Xin's thoughts and intentions, Huabiao immediately shouted: "Xiao Wen, no!! Keep shooting, we have to save those for critical moments!"
There are only 6 grenades in total, which are the only area-of-effect weapons left in the village.
Looking at the miserable state of the fighting team before, it was now easy to get these six grenades, so Huabiao had to be careful to keep them.
For the garbage outside, attacking with grenades is effective, but the people on the opposite side are currently widely scattered, so throwing it like this still cannot achieve the maximum killing effect.
In Huabiao's mind, these six grenades should be used for "big things", but the current external situation is obviously not in line with Huabiao's "big things".
"Oh, okay!" Now that Huabiao had spoken, Wenquan Xin couldn't say much.
Now he continued to shoot out with his gun.
The skinheads who were supporting the team were completely stunned by Lao Zhao and the others.
Although those guys before were timid when being attacked and would lie down when they were shot, at least they knew how to fight back with guns.
But now, after these ambitious skinheads were shot, they lay on the ground and turned into turtles. Don't use the weapons in their hands as fire sticks pressed in front of their heads.
What is a living target? Fortunately, the marksmanship of Lao Zhao and others in the village are not particularly accurate, otherwise these guys would be sent here to fight.
There is still a little bit of the awesome momentum from the previous charge.
After taking over the village in one go, the only thought in the skinheads' minds now was to turn back to their positions.
They no longer dare to rush out randomly, but unfortunately, this is a battlefield. Once you rush out of the position, it is just like the thrown water. If you want to go back... you can't do whatever you want. .
More than 20 people were restrained by six people including Hua Biao.
This sounds incredible, but it is the reality.
In offensive and defensive battles, the defender has had an advantage since ancient times.
Looking at the men on the front line who were beaten to the ground, the skinheads not only did not feel angry at all, but instead felt a little gloating about their misfortune.
Hum hum, it’s a joke on me, right? There's a ruined village across the street, right? Damn it, open your dog eyes and watch carefully, this is the result of your order!
You still took down the opponent in one go, you really think I was just playing around these past few hours!
Although he couldn't truthfully express these psychological words, but at this stage of the battle, the man on the table believed that there was no need for him to say anything to the man in the car.
Facts speak louder than words. The behavior of his subordinates lying on the ground like a grandson without any reaction is enough to explain a lot of problems.
It's not that his men are useless, or that there's something wrong with his deployment, it's just that these men are simply not worthy of the big job.
However, due to identity issues, although the man on the phone could not push the man in the car, he felt that he still needed to communicate and explain the situation to the man regarding the current situation on the field.
So far, the man on the stage has not given up on his idea of taking over the village without any blood.
In his opinion, with the quality of his own men, it is unscientific to attack by force.
Expecting these men to attack and capture the opposite village is, to put it mildly, giving away lives in vain.
The correct approach should be to rely on one's own weapon firepower advantage and continue to use four heavy machine guns to cover and suppress the opponent with firepower.
At the same time, they cooperated with the propaganda to induce intimidation.
The man on the mobile phone believes that the reason why the opponent is still resisting is simply because the opponent is protected by a high wall.
At present, he only needs to use strong firepower to destroy the defensive wall outside the village, and then the remaining people inside will be the fish on the chopping board, so he can kill them however he wants.
My plan is perfect. If the man in the car hadn't interfered, the village would have surrendered under the pressure of firepower.
The more the man on the phone thinks about it, the more he feels that his plan is perfect, and the more he thinks about it, the more he feels that the mistakes are all other people's.
Finally, after seeing that the subordinates in front of him had been suppressed and were unlikely to make a substantial counterattack, the station decided to have a good communication with the man in the car.
In order not to embarrass the man in the car, the man with the radio took out his radio and planned to use the radio to contact the man in the car.
This is actually more for self-protection.
After all, the current behavior of the men in front of him really makes the man in the car lose face.
The man on the phone doesn't want to get in front of the opponent at this juncture and get into trouble.
If the man in the car got angry and shot him without asking any questions, wouldn't he be blamed for the idiots in front of him?
The wounded men were still wailing, and for some reason the man on the stage suddenly felt that the shouts of his brothers were so pleasant to the ears.
He believed that in the subsequent communication on the mobile phone, these wailings would definitely contribute to his conversation with the man in the car.
With a meaningful smile on his lips, the man on the phone pressed the call button: "Brother!"
Let me call you politely first.
After that, regardless of whether the man in the car was interested in talking to him or not, the man on the phone continued to press the call button and continued: "Brother, the situation up front is not very good now. The gang of guys sent out are all fucking suppressed. "Brother, there is nothing wrong with your method, but...we people are really cowards. What I mean is..."[.]
