With a straight face, Zhang Huai'an looked at the small building in the distance that was spewing flames. He frowned as he tried to come up with a solution. He had suffered great losses today, so much so that he could no longer bear it. With this, Zhang Huai'an was completely at ease. Since the situation had already deteriorated to this extent, it couldn't get any worse. Since that was the case, he would fight to the death with the bandits inside today.
Boom, boom … A large truck mounted with four anti-aircraft machine guns slowly reversed to his side, and the four thick and long gun barrels slowly pointed at the roof of the building.
"Are we really going to do this?
What if Zhang Xiaoqiang comes back and blames us? "
Zhang Huai'an's occupational disease started acting up again when he saw the thick and long gun barrels. He looked at the stern-looking Lieutenant Colonel anxiously.
"What else do you want to do?
At this point, it's obvious that the people inside are using the hostages to negotiate with us. If we reveal even the slightest flaw, they'll become even more aggressive. Only by letting them know that we're prepared to fight to the death can we force them out. When we're outside, we'll catch them all in one fell swoop. "
As soon as the Lieutenant Colonel finished speaking, Zhang Huai'an continued to ask, "But how do we know which floor the hostages are on?
If we happen to hit the floor where the hostages are being held, won't we become the murderers? Why don't we … "
"There aren't many 'maybes'. So what if we really hit them?
They can only blame their bad luck. If that's the case, we'll just kill all the people inside to avenge them … "
Zhang Huai'an was infuriated by the Lieutenant Colonel's cold-blooded words. He pointed at the Lieutenant Colonel with a trembling finger and said in a trembling voice, "You … You … You … You … Executioner … How dare you call yourself a soldier …"
The Lieutenant Colonel ignored Zhang Huai'an's finger. He narrowed his eyes and observed the window that was spewing flames. "This is the difference between us soldiers and you policemen. In our opinion, as long as we can achieve our combat objectives, we can accept a few civilian casualties. You can only blame yourself for being too cowardly in the beginning. If it were me, I would've just ordered my men to flatten them, and there wouldn't be so many problems now."
After saying that, the Lieutenant Colonel didn't take another look at Zhang Huai'an, who was trembling with anger, and said loudly, "Ready … Target … Third floor …"
Just as he was about to give the order to open fire, a bald team member whose head was covered in thick smoke ran over and shouted, "Don't … Don't shoot … Boss … Boss is inside …"
The lieutenant colonel ran over and grabbed the soldier's lapel, shouting, "Boss?"
"Zhang Xiaoqiang, they're back …"
Without waiting for the team member to finish, Zhang Huai'an ran over and shouted, "He … how many people did he bring in?"
This time, the team member was speechless. He stretched out his pitch-black index finger and gestured.
"A platoon or a squad? Tell me clearly …" This was the Lieutenant Colonel's question. He wanted to make new tactical arrangements for Zhang Xiaoqiang who was inside.
"One … One person …" The team member's words were interrupted by Zhang Huai'an.
"What? He only brought one person and rushed in?
Who did he bring with him? "
"It's … It's Zhang Xiaoqiang who rushed in alone. He seemed to be trying to save someone, but he was forced into the small building by the gunfire from upstairs …"
After the team member finished explaining Zhang Xiaoqiang's situation, both the Lieutenant Colonel and Zhang Huai'an were dumbfounded. This time, the people inside had obtained an incredible hostage. Even if the Lieutenant Colonel gave the order to open fire, the combat team members wouldn't care about him. This was because their boss, Zhang Xiaoqiang, was inside, the deified Zhang Xiaoqiang in their hearts.
"What should we do?"
This time, the Lieutenant Colonel took the initiative to ask for Zhang Huai'an's opinion. On the other hand, Zhang Huai'an stared at the small building in a daze and said, "Don't ask me, I don't know either."
"Kacha …." A light sound rang out, and the person in his arms stopped all movement, including his breathing and heartbeat. Zhang Xiao Qiang tossed the man's twisted head away, and his hands groped the ground. A rifle with a slightly warm barrel appeared in his hands, and he removed 2 magazines from the man's body. Zhang Xiao Qiang stood up, opened the door, and dashed out.
Standing in the corridor, Zhang Xiaoqiang could smell the thick smell of gunpowder and blood in the air. Only then did he realize that he had suffered quite a bit of injuries. The blood from the wound on his forehead kept dripping into one of his eyes. Everything he saw was bloody. The corridor was very dark, and he could barely see the road. That was because the light from the fire outside shone into the small building. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to see anything.
Zhang Xiaoqiang slowly walked forward along the corridor. Gunshots rang out everywhere in the small building. The noisy gunshots caused the small building to become noisy. From time to time, he could hear someone shouting something. A wooden door was pushed open by Zhang Xiaoqiang. Two figures were standing behind the window and shooting outside. The loud gunshots drowned out the sound of Zhang Xiaoqiang's footsteps as he entered the room.
Dazzling gunfire lit up the room. In the corner of the room, a small bed kept flashing with the gunfire. A woman was tied to the bed. The woman was lying naked on the bed. Her hands and feet were tied to the four legs of the bed with ropes. She looked up at the ceiling, ignoring the dense wounds on her body and the deafening sound of gunfire.
"Tat tat tat tat …" A stream of bullets shot out from the rifle in Zhang Xiaoqiang's hand, forming a fan that swept across the waists of the two people. "Bang …" The two people fell to the ground before they could even make a sound. Other than the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, there was also the sound of the rifle hitting the ground.
Zhang Xiaoqiang unloaded the half-drilled magazine, and the old magazine fell to the ground. "Ka …" The new magazine that was fully loaded was stuck in the body of the gun. He searched the bodies for a few more magazines and turned to leave the room. He didn't pay any attention to the woman lying on the bed. He didn't have the mood to care about these poor women. Everything would have to wait until the battle was over.
One by one, the doors were gently pushed open by Zhang Xiaoqiang. After that, there was a concentrated burst of gunfire in the room. When Zhang Xiaoqiang walked out, the originally noisy room fell silent. Blood flowed along the half-opened door and slowly flowed into the corridor.
Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't know how many people he had killed, whether it was fifteen or twenty. The men were defenseless against him, and Zhang Xiaoqiang easily took their lives as if he was strolling in his own vegetable garden.
When he had basically cleared the first floor, he ran into trouble at the first floor's staircase. There were a few kerosene lamps there, and the kerosene lamps lit up the entire space. There were a lot of ammunition boxes on the ground, and beside the boxes stood a dozen men with rifles on their backs. They were loading empty magazines. Once they loaded ten magazines, one of them would carry the magazines into their arms and walk up the stairs. Not long after, another person would use a thick plastic bag to carry more than ten empty magazines on the ground, waiting to be reloaded.