The battle on Altan has not stopped. As the troops behind the temple, after a round of strafing, they suffered heavy casualties. Some were pierced through their heads and some were shot to break their limbs. The power of the machine gun is too huge. After being shot into the human body, it will not remain, but will directly smash the injured position.

But the person who survived by chance did not choose to retreat, but went forward. The battalion commander with a beard looked at the corpse and the confused and helpless eyes of the living, and shouted with prickly: "What did our regiment commander say! As a soldier! As a soldier of our Hungry Wolf Group, even if he dies, he will die on the way to charge! But now is not the time, and we still need to buy time for everyone!"

After saying this, he turned around and lay down beside the machine gun and shouted, "Come on, I'll load my bullets!"

Seeing the battalion commander leading the way, what qualifications do other soldiers have to complain? They all lay on the machine guns. Although they were not opponents, they still cursed.

"I'm a bitch, I can't kill you!"

"Fuck you, let me taste the warm 'bullet' today!"

Such screams and scoldings are coming one after another, which is definitely a good thing. It proves that in the tragic and harsh environment, these soldiers have not given up, and they still have a fighting spirit!

The bearded battalion commander looked at the soldiers under his command with a high fighting spirit, and showed a fighting smile on his face. He said to the person who shot around him: "Don't use a fucking gun. You can't even penetrate a machine gun. What's the use of that small gun! Throw grenades at me, throwing them all, leaving no one!"

When the troops evacuated, they only took away their own guns and some important weapons and equipment, such as machine guns, howitzers, and the largest number of grenades, all of them were left here because they knew that as long as they could win the enemy, these things would come back sooner or later. If they could not win, these things would be useless.

The machine guns kept firing at the enemy, and finally the tires of some vehicles in the front row were overwhelmed and exploded under the cycle of machine guns.

The explosive power generated by the huge tire should not be underestimated, and even lifted the entire car up, but it failed to hit the vehicle behind it as expected. The steering and vision of the car were excellent. When an object fell in the air, he quickly turned around and avoided it without bias.

However, it did not cause any substantial damage to it. It was just a tire. If you want to repair it, you can repair it. Of course, the quality is definitely not as good as the ones that just left the factory. But in the era of war, what more can you ask for?

Seeing that the vehicle was getting closer and closer, the soldiers of the Hungry Wolf Group were lying in the trenches and holding the grenades in their hands. When the enemy was almost away, they pulled out the safety bolts in their hands, swung their arms round, and threw them hard.

Just see a black shadow making a perfect arc and landing on the ground. Since the loess on the ground did not make a crisp sound, the ground under your feet could always absorb everything, and even the sound would not be missed.

But the next moment, a strong light burst out, and with a loud bang, a grenade exploded into pieces. Altan, who was driving, felt the body tremble and his heart skipped a beat, because he knew best that if he was not careful, the car would be scrapped.

At this moment, the test of luck must not be allowed to last too long. He said to the intercom: "Young people, kill me with all my might. After arriving in the trenches, no one in Huaqing will stay and kill them all!"

When the soldiers of the Tatar Kingdom heard the word "kill all", they were as excited and manic as if they were injected with chicken blood.

But at this moment, Alatan noticed a motorcycle beside him, and suddenly sank. The vehicle driving at a straight high speed suddenly shook and ran into a snake shape. Next, in less than two seconds, the speed suddenly dropped, and finally lost control, rolled freely in the soil, and could no longer start.

Altan looked at the damaged vehicle and cursed in his heart: "I still couldn't hide, this group of damn Huaqing people! Damn!"

This scene happened to allow the bearded battalion commander to see that the machine gun in his hand paused a little, constantly thinking about what happened just now, was it because of the bullet? It was impossible. If it was because of the bullet hit, it could still be controlled, and it would fly to the sky due to the impact caused by the tire explosion.

But the scene just now was definitely not a tire explosion. It was obviously driving at high speed and the vehicle lost control instantly. This so-called control was caused by the simultaneous failure of the brake and direction.

Because the weights on the left and right sides of this kind of car are different, they are not reflected when driving normally, but the sudden failure of the vehicle will lead to the situation just now!

The bearded battalion commander obviously had a bold idea, whether it was the grenade that exploded a certain line of the motorcycle chassis or a tiny part when it exploded, resulting in overall failure.

With this idea, he immediately said to the soldiers around him: "Come on, give me a grenade."

The deputy machine gunner next to him said, "Battery Commander, don't worry about this. I'll throw it right, just tell me where to throw it!"

"You must throw it under the enemy's car territory. The more you lean on the middle, the better. This requires some judgment. Can you do it!"

"Just look, we don't know anything else, the grenade is still a little confident!"

After saying this, he took a grenade from the side, pulled out the safety bolt, stood up slightly, threw it hard, and threw it roundly on the ground!

The bearded battalion commander couldn't help but curse: "Can you be good? It's too far away!"

Before he finished speaking, he saw a car pressing on the grenade. When he reached the middle position, the grenade emitted a huge light. With a loud bang, he didn't have time to be happy. The soldier who threw the grenade was not shot into a sieve by the enemy's machine gun. His whole head was covered with blood and blood. The white and red flowed all over the ground, and the battalion commander next to him also scattered a fishy smell.

Before the bearded battalion commander could remember his dead comrades, he suddenly saw that the grenade that had exploded just now actually exploded the galloping vehicle to lose its kinetic energy. In the same way, he first slowed down, then swayed left and right, and finally rolled in the loess.

There is no doubt that his expectations were good. He was suddenly extremely excited when the vehicle was in the chassis, but he was disheartened because he knew that he could not notify the leader of the group, but he had to notify the leader of the group and he had to think of a solution!

He suddenly remembered something feared, and he was doomed and he would definitely die, but can't the information be brought out?

At this moment, the enemy had already touched it. He made up his mind and tried to do it. He pulled out the military dagger he carried with him, took a deep breath, intending to stabilize his fearful heart. He was not afraid of pain, but if he stabbed himself, he still needed strong psychological qualities.

Hold the dagger tightly, swing it back with one arm, stabbed the dagger into the strong chest muscles, and carefully cut it. It must be clear and the interval must be large, because the factor of the decay of the corpse must be taken into account.

That's right, he planned to engrave this information on himself in writing. In this way, when he becomes a zombie, he wanders around aimlessly, and let his own people discover that he will inevitably clean his corpse. When cleaning the corpse, he can discover this huge secret.

He could feel the pain brought by the blade, but he was extremely excited, because at this moment, he was equivalent to a key, a key to victory!

To put it too much, he is the Hungry Wolf Group, no, even the hope of the entire Hongyun Party. He is proud of himself. As a soldier, his life is worth it!

The words were engraved very quickly, and in less than a minute, he hurriedly buttoned his body. At this moment, a black shadow suddenly fell in the air.

The terrifying cavalry fell into the trenches and crushed the soldiers in the trenches in an inhumane manner. However, the bearded battalion commander had no tragic or angry face, but rather a relief, as if saying: "Wait, there will always be the day when we will defeat you... that day will never be far..."

Just as he thought of this, his head was pressed hard under the heavy wheels by the motorcycle that rushed in. He could clearly hear the sound of shattering from his bones, but it didn't matter. As long as he could keep that message, victory would come back!

The massacre lasted for twenty minutes, and in these twenty minutes they solved more than 2,000 people. Perhaps these Tatars would not remember the names of these people, but in the history of the Hongyun Party, they would always remember every name on the page covered in blood.

Especially for this bearded battalion commander who uses his body as paper and his knife as a pen, we will always remember the crucial information he brought.

Salute to the soldier Huang Yongguan!

After all this, Altan did not let the soldiers stab these people one by one with a knife, and happily ended their lives. Instead, he planned to let them die a little slower, which was the barbarity and cruelty in his bones.

At this time, he walked out of the car, looked at the blood-like sunset in the sky, bathed in the remaining warm sunshine, and enjoyed the beauty brought to him by victory.

A soldier walked to him and said, "Your Highness, should you take advantage of the victory and completely annihilate the enemy?"

Alatan pinched his waist with his hands, shook his head with a smile, and said, "Brothers, this battle is not easy. Let's prepare for the celebration banquet first. As a reward for our first victory in Jingxian Province, you can also count how many motorcycles you lost this time. If you can repair it, try to repair it. If it is not repaired well, try to destroy it as much as possible and do not fall into the hands of the enemy."

The soldier put his finger on his forehead, stroked hard, and said, "I know."

Alatan responded with his left fist.
Chapter completed!