The fat man opened the chain with a shot and said to everyone: "Don't be in a hurry!"

Everyone rushed into the rooftop, then removed the air conditioning pipes on the rooftop and blocked the door, so that the enemy could be slightly blocked. At this time, time is life. If you can strive to live one minute, you can have an extra chance of living.

After these were done, there were only 28 people on the rooftop, but among these 28 people, they could not make a rifle for each person.

When the fat man saw that the twenty-eight people had only one small pistol, he felt so regretful. If he could go out alive this time, he would have to equip his command center with bazooka, light machine guns and so on in the future. With these things, even if there are few people, he would have the chance to hit him.

It’s not like now, even poor people are almost like pants.

The wind was very quiet at this time, and the sun slowly set towards the west. The war in the distance had not stopped yet, and you could still hear the crackling sound of gunfire. After all, at the beginning of the battle, only one side could end. If you want to withdraw in the middle, you will inevitably be subject to fierce pursuit. No one is unwilling to do such a stick to hit the water dog.

The fat man knew very well what was going on at this moment. It would take half an hour for the troops to come. Under the pursuit of the enemy, it would cause a large number of casualties and take longer.

Facing a unit of 300 people, with these broken guns, more than 20 people, it is almost impossible to hold on to a conservatively estimated hour.

After analyzing the current situation, the fat man showed a sad expression and looked at the sunset in the sky, he felt reluctant to leave. If nothing unexpected happened, the beautiful sun might be the last time he saw it.

"Juan'er...son..." He smiled bitterly and said, "Dachengzi, I'm sorry that our brothers will die here today. I have a son. What should you do if Choi Soo-li loses you?"

Yuan Cheng turned his head and cursed, "You fat man, you can bring up any pot without opening! A man and a real man will live in a life of war! It is our blessing to be able to die on the battlefield! If you have anything to sigh, you will fight with them in a moment. If you beat them to death, you will make a profit, what are you afraid of!"

When the fat man heard what he said, he picked up the walkie-talkie beside him and said, "My next words are a death order. If anyone dares to violate it, then the military law will be dealt with. I order all of you to win this war. No one is allowed to withdraw from the battle alive, and no one is allowed to surrender to the enemy. If a few minutes later, someone says that I have sacrificed, please avenge me! Sprinkle the enemy's blood on my body! Never forget that we are the hungry wolf group! We are a group of screaming wild wolves!"

Because in the fat man's opinion, this war does not determine the real victory or defeat. The Silver Leopard Group led by Song Beichuan is the real factor in determining the victory or defeat. Even if the Hungry Wolf Group destroys all the troops here today, it doesn't matter. Anyone who can consume the enemy's troops will be of great help to Song Beichuan.

As long as you can win the war, the number of the Hungry Wolf Group will exist forever.

The company commanders holding the walkie-talkie in their hands were already wet in their eyes. The fat man was really nice to them. He was like a brother, except for cursing people, and even if he was scolded, these people still missed this scene at this time.

He shouted to the soldiers below: "Salute to our regiment commander!"

The officers had already heard the words on the walkie-talkie clearly, and immediately straightened their waists and saluted the most standard military salute.

Maybe Altan can break out from here this time, maybe he can also eat the fat command center, but with his current strength, no matter what he has, he will definitely not win the troops in front of him.

Just because this unit has a soul, he injected the soul of the fat man. As long as he goes to the battlefield, no matter what he has, these soldiers will become a group of screaming wild wolves.

The fat man was on the rooftop and staring at the direction of the battle, his eyes were a little lonely.

A slammed the gun, which drew his attention back, pointed the pistol at the rooftop door, and then the bullets shot in, and knocked the iron door and the ventilation ducts against the door into hornet's nests.

The fat man had already anticipated this move before, and it was not a good feeling to hide on both sides of the rooftop to avoid enemy bullets.

The gunshots gradually stopped, and the iron gate was broken and could not continue to play a protective role. They could not even block the view. The Tatar soldiers looked at the door. Seeing that there was no one in it, they stretched out their heads slightly, only half of their faces, but they did not escape the fat man's bullets.

When the trigger was pulled lightly, two more blood holes appeared in the temple. The fat man and Yuan Cheng looked at each other and the corners of their mouths rose slightly. At that moment, the two shot at the same time. It seemed that when they stayed in this position, the other party's shooting skills did not decrease.

Less than a minute later, a black object was thrown from behind the door and rolled around the ground for a few times. After stopping, smoke slowly radiated. In less than half a minute, the entire rooftop was shrouded in the smoke.

Fatty and Yuan Cheng are very experienced. When facing this situation, their first reaction is to lie down and save each other from being spurred and kill him.

Before he could lay down, he heard the sound of gunfire, flying over the fat man's scalp, and even felt the cool breeze caused by the bullet passing through. He couldn't help but curse in his heart: "Who fired this gun! It's so fucking!"

At this moment, the gunshot suddenly sounded, crackling like endlessly, and even becoming more and more intense, but in the smoke, nothing could be seen. If the sound was just based on the sound, the gunshots seemed to be born downstairs.

The fat man said to himself: "Can reinforcements come?" But then he thought, he would join all his troops in the war, and he would not have any spare troops. He had just given the order to die, and it was impossible for anyone to save him.

But the gunfire was getting worse, which meant that there was no mistake. The troops brought by Altan must have had a fierce exchange of fire with someone on the narrow stairs.

"Dachengzi, is there something wrong with the gunshot? Or is it that I have hallucinations?" The fat man thought that when he faced death, he would have hope-like hallucinations.

Yuan Cheng said: "Yes, there are indeed gunfire. You are not the only one who hears it. There is indeed someone fighting fire with Alatan's troops." Then he looked at the sun gradually setting in the sky and couldn't help but say: "I hope this troops can win."

The gunshots became more and more intense. Fatty and Yuan Cheng were in the smoke, covering their mouths with their sleeves, while their eyes were sharp and carefully searching for figures in the smoke.

Obviously, if it is estimated that the enemy's troops are now in a situation of being embarrassed by the enemy's back and forth. If the enemy's firepower is strong enough, it will undoubtedly surge into the rooftop. If the enemy's position can be distinguished from the vague shadow, it will also cause damage. Although there is not much ammunition, it is better than nothing.

But in fact, it is not that simple. In such a strong smoke, there is no way to find the enemy's position. Fat can only lie on the ground and wait quietly.

About twenty minutes later, the thick smoke on the rooftop gradually dissipated, but the scene in front of him made the fat man stunned.

I saw that the dead bodies on the ground at the door of the rooftop were already pushed into mountains and blood flowing into rivers. Even the door was blocked. Inside the rooftop, there were more than a dozen Tatar soldiers standing, holding guns in their hands and staring at the door.

The fat man lay on the side, but these enemies did not show up and still stared in front of him. After a few seconds, the corpses piled up at the door were blown out. It seemed like a bloody and flesh fell down from the sky, and his arms and thighs fell down bloody, and his head rolled on the ground with no recognizable face. The fat man, who was like a person who rolled out from the sea of ​​corpses, felt a little nauseous when he saw the scene in front of him.

He heard a familiar voice coming through the corridor, saying, "Give you ten seconds, surrender quickly! Otherwise, you will be killed without any worries!"

A man with a tiger came out of the remnants of this horse, and was very apt to Altan, saying in a bad Chinese: "There is a saying in your country that is so good. It depends on others and the success is in heaven. You can't be strong. I just have one last move to win this game."

The fat man listened carefully, got up from the ground and said, "That's not necessarily! My soldiers will not lose their fighting will because of my death, but will rise even higher and destroy you at all costs."

Hearing the voice, Altan turned his head, his eyes like a torch, like a wild beast. When the fat man saw this look, he couldn't help but take a step back. This was not a problem with the fat man, but a reflection of his physical condition. He would shrink his hands when he encountered heat, and his body would tremble if he was cold. When he encountered such a terrifying glance, his body's conditioned fear naturally retreated half a step.

"You won this time, but I want to know, are you using the command center as bait to attract me? Pretend to be trapped here, and then ask the troops to come up and carry out front and back encirclement?" A trace of blood oozed out of the corner of Alatan's mouth at this time, but he didn't wipe it, so the blood was flowing so freely.

The fat man shook his head helplessly and said, "No, I don't know about this army, nor do I use my own command as bait as the bait half an hour ago."

Altan smiled at this moment and said, "That's why God wants to destroy me. Will I really not die in the end?"

While speaking, they retreated, and did not stop until their legs hit the edge, and disappeared. Seeing that their heads were all jumping down like this, the rest of the soldiers raised their hands to their fingers and stroked a thread on their foreheads.

Then he clenched his right fist and hit his heart twice. This means that he will last forever in his heart, which is equivalent to the same etiquette as the kowtow in Huaqing Kingdom.

Before these people could finish hammering, a group of people suddenly rushed in from the rooftop door, followed by bullets hitting these people like rain, blood splashed everywhere, staring unwillingly, and slowly dying.

The fat man looked at the dead bodies on the ground and finally breathed a sigh of relief. He turned his head to look at the soldiers who came in again. He immediately understood which unit it was. It seemed that only this unit had the opportunity to rescue him.
Chapter completed!