The opponent obviously did not have strong combat experience. After encountering artillery fire attacks, he was immediately beaten to pieces.

Song Beichuan seized this good opportunity to counterattack. The flames at the muzzle were like fire dragons, and the bullets were fired out like they didn't have money.

After the first round of artillery fire, they were hit hard. One-third of the people were either injured by shrapnel from shells or burned by flames, and died of yelling with strange claws. The air was filled with a burning smell of flesh, which was disgusting.

Before he could breathe, he was beaten by Song Beichuan's powerful firepower so hard that he dared not appear. Those who hid slowly were beaten into pieces of minced meat by dense firepower.

This is modern warfare!

The cruelty shown in modern warfare!

There is no room for resistance at all. As long as you go to the battlefield, there will be no winners.

The commander of the underground gang saw that the opponent's firepower was really fierce, and knew that if he continued to fight, he would only increase casualties. With a command, the entire army retreated!

Seeing that they were about to leave, the fat man held his pistol and shouted: "Follow me! Don't let them run away!"

At the fat man's order, the members of the Hungry Wolf Group, like a group of screaming wolves, launched a charge, and the slow-running group were killed.

However, the retreat speed on the opposite side was indeed very fast. In less than a minute, the remaining living people from the underground helped get into the car.

Three or four cars swayed left and right, and drove towards the foot of the mountain in a panic.

"Chasing!" Seeing them running away, the fat man finally vomited out the anger in his chest.

But Song Beichuan, who was standing by, reached out to stop him and said, "Don't chase the enemy! A few living people are left to tell the underground gang that our strength can play the role of knocking mountains and shaking tigers."

At this time, everyone looked around and felt a sense of desolation. Looking at the wall they had worked hard to build, two or three gaps, gravels, burnt land, dead bodies, and blazing flames. The women in the house hugged each other, and the children were crying loudly.

Song Beichuan thought he had already done his best to face the cruel side of the war, but in the past, he had won easily, and no one dared to hit the doorstep. This time he suffered casualties, how could he not feel heartbroken?

But this time, they did not suffer much, looking at each other's dead bodies.

In fact, it is already a lucky thing to leave the whole body, including those who have broken arms, thighs, or those who have been burned into a ball of coke.

Even if Song Beichuan, who was an opponent, felt sad when he heard those wailings, he felt a sense of sadness. However, this is a battlefield filled with smoke, either you die or I die, a battlefield where you fight with your life! Be kind to the enemy is cruelty to yourself.

If these people are easily spared this time, then the next time the troops who come to attack Anning Village will be even more reckless.

Song Beichuan said to Yuan Cheng beside him: "Check the battlefield and search for useful materials. As for those who are still alive, see if they can obtain favorable information. As for those who are dying, do some good things and send them a ride."

If you scratch your palms around your neck, everyone will know what this so-called good thing means.

At this time, Liu Yu from the Fisherman's Gang came over. This was the first time he had seen such a tragic scene. The battle began until the end of the battle, and it might not take fifteen minutes, but even in such a short time, there would be such a large casualty.

He couldn't help but imagine the ancient wars in his mind. Why did those wronged souls fight for themselves?

This is something that Liu Yu couldn't figure out, and few people could even figure it out.

Why do people fight?

He ran to Song Beichuan and hurriedly said, "The underground gang is so rampant that he actually fought like this, but depending on the situation, you should have won the battle."

Song Beichuan looked at the sky weakly and said, "From the battle loss ratio, we should have won, but if someone beats him to the door, what's the point of winning? Shouldn't it be a matter of course?"

He couldn't help but sigh, feeling that the task on his shoulder seemed to be a little heavier.

However, when he looked at the dead bodies on the ground, his eyes suddenly became sharp. It was a cold and ruthless look, a look that was not a normal person.

As soon as the gun fires, someone will die. He cannot become the kind of charity saint. He only hopes that the one who falls will not be his own soldiers.

Then, the casualties began to be counted one by one. The number of casualties in the ground gang was 32, of which 29 were killed and three were injured by stray bullets.

Song Beichuan's group was injured in one of the hidden troops, and no one died. Seven people were injured in the Hungry Wolf Group and three died.

How can fat people not feel heartbroken, but they must never show the kindness of women at this time. They are soldiers. The meaning of soldiers is to exist for war. If there is war, there will inevitably be sacrifices.

"Our brothers are all good! Three brothers unfortunately sacrificed today, but we will carry their share and live well." Song Beichuan said: "And we have made a profit. Three people have exchanged for them thirty people, and the profit has been made! Tonight we must improve the food for everyone!"

When all the soldiers heard these words, they seemed to have forgotten the tragic war just now and cheered.

At this time, Zhang Shouren walked to Song Beichuan's side and said, "Let's hold a funeral for the dead brothers tomorrow."

Song Beichuan looked at the dark sky and nodded with sadness.

Judging from this war, it seems that it is never the zombies that destroy humans, but the humans themselves.

The underground gang led the remaining troops back to the city of Dadi City in a daze. At this moment, halfway through, they met a small group of zombies, but at this time they still had the intention to charge forward. The commander had already lost his human nature. Seeing that the situation was not good, he pushed a brother with a wounded thigh down from the car.

With his heart-wrenching screams, he was swallowed up by the zombies. The shrill screams stimulated the hearts of the rest of the car and felt hatred.

Not long after, these people drove into a sewer manhole cover. Everyone went down the pipe for a while and came to the hall again. They saw the leader of the underground gang, He Yuting, was smoking a precious cigar and drinking a glass of white rum. His face was flushed and his face was full of enjoyment.

"How is the battle? Did you beat Song Beichuan to death?" He Yuting asked drunk.

The commander shook his head and dared not speak.

He Yuting looked back and found that the number of people was much less than when he went there. He was shocked and shouted loudly: "Why are these few people coming back! What about the others?"

"All of them were sacrificed." The commander said helplessly.

"That Song Beichuan is so powerful?"

But all the people under him were angry and, if you didn't know anything, just push us into the fire pit, that is, these people are still alive, otherwise if you are not careful, you will be yourself.

Seeing that they all looked angry, He Yuting couldn't help but restrain himself. He lamented a few times in extreme hypocrisy and said, "My brothers have suffered. Take them to eat first."

After they left, he could no longer hide his irritability and beat the wall like crazy, not knowing what he was scolding.

In this small house, he was drunk and finally fell asleep when he was tired.

Song Beichuan personally took everyone to clean the battlefield. Except for the collapsed walls that could not be controlled for the time being, the other shells and abandoned cars were cleaned quickly. As for the dead bodies, Song Beichuan should be very humane. He dug out a gully and buried the dead.

Then he summoned everyone to the conference room to discuss his plans for the aftermath of this encounter.

First of all, the first point of self-blame is that the investigators discovered it too late, resulting in insufficient preparation. Fortunately, our personnel have good war qualities and launched an effective counterattack, which greatly reduced our casualties.

Song Beichuan said: "This time we have a painful lesson. Fortunately, there are not many casualties, but on the other hand, it has also increased our army's practical experience. This battle proves the role of heavy firepower in modern warfare."

The fat man nodded, and became very serious at this time, saying, "I propose to set up a special artillery team. When the number of people is enough, it will become an artillery company, so as to expand it step by step."

Song Beichuan said: "You can arrange the specific matters by yourself."

His greatest advantage is that he does not take too much responsibility. He knows very well about delegating power. If he can hand it over to others, he will never interfere. He still trusts these brothers who have been through life and death.

Yuan Cheng said at this time: "Governor, we caught people off guard this time, but our casualties were much smaller than those of the other party. I suggest that tomorrow we will lead the troops to the underground gang's nest, and wipe them out in one fell swoop when they are seriously injured and have not recovered!"

Song Beichuan shook his head and denied his proposal. His current strength is indeed much stronger than other forces, but his eyes are far from a large city now. His eyes are now the entire Huaqing Kingdom, and even the whole world!

He must cherish the soldiers in his hands. Of course he has the confidence to conquer the underground gang, but he cannot control how many people he will die, so he must use strategies as much as possible, not to abandon one soldier and one soldier, and to capture all these people in one go.

After thinking about it for a moment, he expressed his intentions and said, "I am going to annex the Fisherman Gang first, and after annexing them, I will start a one-on-one final showdown with the underground Gang."

Of course, everyone had no objection, so they just needed to wait until tomorrow before sending Yang Wangfu to recruit these small forces.

Before leaving, Liu Yu specifically notified Song Beichuan that he would come tomorrow and discuss the specific details.

At this time, Song Beichuan still remembered that there were three survivors in the underground gang, who had already been locked up in the basement by Song Beichuan.

After finishing everything, he also freed up his hands, intending to interrogate them first to see if they could get any favorable news. He took Zhang Shouren to the door of the basement. Zhang Shouren took out the key and opened the door.

The light shone again on the faces of these three people, and they squinted their eyes and dared not look directly.

A black shadow at the door walked out of the light slowly, and it was Song Beichuan, who looked at the three people indifferently at this moment.

Today, at 520, I wish you all a happy holiday! Those who are still single hope that everyone will hold the girl’s little hand as soon as possible!

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!