Hearing Zhang Xiaoqiang's plan, Three did not say anything, he carried his rifle and moved to the side, until he hid in the corner of the wall.
Three had learned many things, he knew that lighting a Molotov Cocktail would not make him a target for the enemy.
The conversation between Three and Zhang Xiao Qiang was overheard by the other members of the combat team, and they were angered to the point that the roots of their teeth were itching. At this time, the brothers on sentry duty were the 2 members who were roasting the rats.
Both of them were former construction workers who came to work in the same place. Both of them were very forthright, they were willing to share any good things they had. Their forthrightness was extremely rare in this post-apocalyptic world where resources were scarce. Now that they were killed by people from other forces, how could they not be angry?
They were brothers who had risked their lives together!
A "Xi Xi Suo" sound of someone crawling broke the silence of the night, after that, they could faintly see the originally quiet weeds moving. Although there was no moon and visibility was not good, they could still roughly see the trees and weeds in the distance. Seeing the movement in the distance, everyone unlocked the safety of their Type-81 Rifles and pointed their muzzles at the weeds not far away from them.
A red light lit up the wall where Three was hiding, he suddenly stood up and threw the Molotov Cocktail out, then he squatted down again.
"Shua shua …." Countless arrows pierced through the night sky and nailed into the old wall behind him, some flew over his head and landed in the distance. Three was unmoved by the arrows around him, he observed his surroundings and was ready to throw a second one at any time.
Zhang Xiaoqiang saw a Molotov Cocktail fly through the night sky and land in the weeds, maybe the grass was too soft, the Molotov Cocktail did not shatter, but the burning cloth at the mouth of the Molotov Cocktail ignited the surrounding weeds, causing countless human figures to be exposed to the flames.
Zhang Xiao Qiang didn't act like a platoon leader in the movies and shout to open fire. He just pointed his gun at the shadowy figures and pulled the trigger.
Zhang Xiaoqiang's gunshot was an order, dozens of Type-81 rifles opened fire at the same time, the foot-long flames illuminating the faces of the people who were shooting. Screams came from the weeds, and in the burning weeds, countless figures were shot by the sudden bullets, or were so frightened that they fell to the ground.
"Ta Ta Ta …" The Type-53 HMG opened fire. Countless fluorescent bullets rained down on the weeds, and the waist-high weeds fell to the ground like crops being cut down by a sickle. Following that, a person covered in flames jumped up from the ground and continuously tried to extinguish the flames on his body.
As soon as he stood up, he was cut in half by a heavy machine gun. The man was not dead yet, his upper body was still rolling on the ground, and he was screaming in pain.
The second Molotov Cocktail was thrown by Three, but he did not throw it into the weeds where Zhang Xiaoqiang and the rest were shooting. The Molotov Cocktail drew a diagonal line in the air, leaving a trail of burning afterimages as it flew behind Zhang Xiaoqiang.
A gunshot sounded out from the darkness behind Zhang Xiaoqiang, a green flame appeared, and the glass in the air was shattered by the flying bullets. "Boom …" The shattered Molotov Cocktail turned into a huge fireball and fell to the ground, the flames burned everything on the ground, and countless human figures appeared behind the mountain …
"Ta Ta Ta …" Three raised his Type-81 HMG and started firing. The scattered bullets were like shooting stars as they scattered into the crowd of people. The enemies that came from behind had extremely fast reactions, and the moment Three's rifle started firing, they immediately ducked down. But how could a human's reaction be faster than the speed of the bullets? Immediately, two people fell to the ground while clutching their chests.
Three shifted his muzzle and was about to fire at the people lying on the ground, but he heard gunshots coming from the ground. Following the countless bright flames, bullets rained down on the broken wall in front of Three.
The bullets continuously hit the old brick wall that he was using as cover, and countless brick fragments were sent flying everywhere. Three's face heated up, and a burning wound appeared on his face.
Three immediately crouched down to temporarily avoid the rain of bullets. "Dang …" A bullet directly hit Three's police helmet.
The huge force caused Three to fall to the ground. Three held onto his rifle as he laid on the overgrown ground. His mind was in chaos as he looked at the flashing bullets flying across the sky. He felt as though his head was no longer there. He took off his helmet and shook his head vigorously. After a while, he felt that his head was no longer as dizzy as before.
Three put on his helmet again and jumped to cover the broken wall and started firing. There were already a few people who had climbed up from the ground and were moving towards them. When Three's gunshots rang out, they immediately knelt down on one knee and aimed their rifles at Three and pulled the trigger.
The people on the other side were also holding Type-81 HMG, and the concentrated firepower caused Three's head to be pressed under cover. These people were using firepower to suppress Three, while the people behind them crawled up from the ground and charged towards Zhang Xiaoqiang's back while Three was being suppressed …
Zhang Xiaoqiang's attention was originally attracted by the enemy's frontal assault, but after Three exchanged fire with the enemies behind him, he realized that he had been tricked. Until now, the enemies in front of him had not fired a single rifle at him, and at most, they had fired a few arrows.
Zhang Xiaoqiang's powerful firepower suppressed the enemies in front of him to the point that they could not even raise their heads. Hearing the concentrated gunshots behind him, Zhang Xiaoqiang knew that he had been tricked. The enemies in front of him were just a bunch of small fries that attracted his firepower, while the real enemies were hidden behind him.
Zhang Xiaoqiang ordered the five of them to maintain their firepower on the enemies in front of them, while he and the rest of his team members turned around and fired behind them. The enemies behind them did not expect Zhang Xiaoqiang's firepower to be so fierce, and the bullets flew towards them as though they were free. They did not dare to continue charging forward, and laid down on the ground to fire at Zhang Xiaoqiang's side.
After the two sides exchanged fire, the difference became apparent. From the sounds, both Zhang Xiaoqiang's side and the enemy were using Type-81 HMG, but Zhang Xiaoqiang's side only fired in a sweeping manner, with very few shots of three bullets, while the other side only fired in a single shot. Although they did not know how many people there were, Zhang Xiaoqiang's side was completely suppressing the enemy.
When Zhang Xiaoqiang emptied a magazine, the Type-53 HMG had already adjusted its position. The nearly meter long cyan flame of the gun was extremely dazzling in the night, and the firepower that was even more concentrated than Zhang Xiaoqiang's side had completely controlled the enemy's position. Don't talk about attacking Zhang Xiaoqiang's side, they could not even turn around and escape.
Now, Zhang Xiaoqiang had the initiative, the HMG's firepower made the enemy not dare to retaliate. As long as the gun lit up, the HMG's bullets would completely flatten that place. Not to mention the enemies that were lying on the ground, even the messy weeds would be completely flattened by the concentrated bullets. Seeing that the enemy had been suppressed by his side, Zhang Xiaoqiang took out his Desert Eagle and circled to the side. Although Shanghai Qiaoyun had been raising her gun and shooting, most of her attention was focused on Zhang Xiaoqiang. Seeing that Zhang Xiaoqiang had moved, she also raised her rifle and followed behind Zhang Xiaoqiang.
Zhang Xiaoqiang naturally would not rush into the battlefield and start a massacre. He wanted to give the enemy a chance to surround them, and when the sun rose, his side could slowly deal with them. The broken Molotov cocktails were still emitting a bright light in the empty space between the two sides, illuminating the surroundings. Zhang Xiaoqiang held onto his pistol and moved to the side. Just as he reached the edge of the light, he was about to disappear into the darkness.