After the intense gunfire ended.

The three strong young men, all covered in wounds, ran back to the top of the stairs with blood, looking terrified.

"How about it," Kim Tae-woo asked immediately, "Where are the other brothers?"

The leading man swallowed, wiped the blood on his face and said, "I can't get in. There should be an air-raid shelter downstairs, just about twenty meters away from the stairs. Moreover, its exit is very strange, with a corner of a corridor outside to protect it. We all thought it was a passage or a side hall, but as soon as we entered, the other party hugged the fire. When we ran out, they chased after us. All the seven brothers who had just gone down were beaten after turning around and didn't come out."

When everyone heard this, they felt completely unsure. Only Kim Tae-woo asked with a clear mind: "How wide is the corridor?"

"It's less than three meters wide, and there's a sandbag bunker. The other party only needs four or five people to use a gun, so we don't even have a place to hide." The young man responded quickly and said, "It's definitely not possible to hit it, and it's not possible to use thunder. You throw them away and they will run away. When you want to leave, they will block it."

When Kim Tae-woo heard this, he touched his head irritably, then looked down at his watch, gritted his teeth and cursed: "If you drag it like this, Dasong is under too much pressure."

After thinking for a while, Zhang Dongcheng quickly turned his eyes and said, "Is it possible to hit from above? Use fried y."

After hearing the sound, Kim Tae-woo was stunned and immediately responded: "The lower part is at least ten meters away from the ground. If the underground space is removed, the ceiling must be at least one meter thick. There are anti-shock building materials above the air raid shelter, which is difficult for you to penetrate through with a blow-out. And the most important thing is, you have no idea how big the space is. If the blow-out is wrong, we will rush down. They sent someone to defend in another direction. Are you different from scratch?!"

The conversation between the two was full of professionalism, and the people next to them could only listen to a rough one.

Zhang Dongcheng was silent for two seconds and said, "Squeeze their space and let them only guard a little. We will disperse the explosion points from above, dig the pit and bury the z, and there will be a chance."

The brother who had just gone down immediately said, "We will go down again by squeezing the space. But as I said just now, their place is too easy to defend, and no one can go down."

More than twenty people were silent when they heard this.

After about two seconds, Kim Tae-woo immediately waved his hand and said, "I'll go, I'll lead the team..."

Before he could finish his words, Qiao Shuai reached out to stop Kim Tae-woo: "Let's go."

"Don't fucking nonsense, it's not your turn." Lu Xianghe frowned and scolded.

Qiao Shuai turned his head when he heard the sound: "Who will do the work of burying y except Brother Yu and Brother Cheng?"

Everyone was speechless when they heard the sound.

"There are no ones who can come here." Qiao Shuai carried the gun and turned around and shouted: "Damn it, is anyone in the second generation dared to rush with me?"

"I'll go!"

"I'll go!"

“…!”

Zhang Xianhui, Li Changliang, Wang Yuan, Zhao Chen, Wang Zhanlei, including Xiaoji, who has always acted as a driver, all stepped out of the line.

"Get the gun." Qiao Shuai stood at the entrance of the stairs, turned his head to look at Lu Xianghe and said, "Brother, we will stand in the front this time, don't stop anyone. It's really a fucking shutdown, bury me and pineapple and Shane together."

"Check ammunition." Zhang Xianhui turned around and roared.

Shen Tianze turned his head and looked at the younger brothers he had saved for ten years, his mouth twitched slightly without saying a word.

Over the years, the old people have been protecting the second generation, but the future will be a new and old. If they want to come up, no one can help them, and they always have to take on the task first.

Kim Tae-woo glanced at Qiao Shuai, and without saying a word, he took Zhang Dongcheng and ran outside.

Qiao Shuai stroked the bolt: "Go down."

"Hulala!"

Zhang Xianhui, Wang Yuan, Zhao Chen, Wang Zhanlei, Li Changliang, Xiaoji and others all rushed down with guns.

Going to the steps on the ground, Kim Tae-woo looked down at his watch and urged in a hurry: "Hurry, otherwise Da Song-jin can't hold on."

...

Small airport, northwest direction five kilometers away.

Fifteen minutes ago, the 100-side j officially took over a battalion under the 2nd regiment.

The two sides have a big gap in number, because although the other party is not a full battalion, there are still 200 people. In addition, they are real regular troops, not only have strong military qualities, but also their weapons and equipment meet battalion-level standards. For example, firepower such as forced artillery, regular combat pickup trucks, heavy guns, etc., are all available. Although the brothers who rushed over from the border have the firepower supported by the northern military region, they still cannot match the regular troops. So Fu Zhisong knew his weakness from the beginning and did not think about how to do the other party, but instead defended with all his might to buy time for Shen Tianze.

Five or six minutes after the gunfire sounded, hundreds of people on the other side began to charge. They often clashed with the anti-Z government forces, and their interpretation of collective charges and battlefield environments was far from comparable to those of comfortable troops. For example, the four combo guns dragged in the last basically meant wherever they were shot. Young soldiers, aged young soldiers, played with these hundreds of pounds, like pistols.

As soon as the opponent rushed up, the formation of Fu Zhisong's convoy began to scatter. The kind of person who felt guilty had already escaped around, leaving only dozens of cores, and was sniping for life.

Fu Zhisong stared at his eyes and shouted, "What are you doing when you hide in the cover?!"

"Swoosh!"

The sound of breaking through the air sounded, and Fu Zhisong stood in the pickup truck before he could react, but he was knocked down and fell from the car.

"Boom!"

A loud bang came out, and the pickup truck instantly burst into flames and was blown into pieces.

Fu Zhisong fell to the ground, his ears buzzing. He shook his head hard and just as he thought of getting up, he found that his right leg was blown up with shrapnel, bloody and white smoke.

"Brother Song, Brother Song!"

The brother next to him rushed over, reached out to support Fu Zhisong and shouted, "We can't beat him head-on, let's retreat first. Let's go first, otherwise we have to stay here."

Fu Zhisong slowed down for two seconds, reached out and pressed his shoulder to get up, gritted his teeth and shouted, "Give me an injection... Is it painful? Quick!"

Brother J on the right side immediately ran to another car and pulled the medicine box from the cab.

Fu Zhisong's right leg was weak, and he sat on the ground with a gurgle, holding the flesh on the root of his thighs tightly. He felt that his right leg was stuck in a fire, and he was about to be burned to pieces with only bones left.

The brother carrying the medicine box rushed back, lowered his head and tore open Fu Zhisong's pants, pointed the needle at Fu Zhisong's leg and tugged it down.

After the injection, Fu Zhisong slowed down for a few seconds and stood up again with his brother next to him, untied his belt, tied it with two bulletless guns, and tied it to his right leg with his front and back, so as to fix his body and not fall down again.

"They rushed up, we scattered on the left, and then fought." Fu Zhisong yelled with his neck pulling.

"Hulala!"

As soon as he finished speaking, more than twenty people ran over from the right direction, covered in blood and in a mess.

"Let's go, Brother Song, you can't fight. The other party rushed up and we all have to leave here." The leading man in his thirties actually shouted in tears: "They make a living by fighting, and we can't stop him."

Fu Zhisong looked at everyone after hearing the sound, and suddenly asked the man in his thirties, "What position are you?!"

The man was stunned.

"You are the company commander. You are the company commander. At the critical moment, you are afraid of war and lead people to run away?!" Fu Zhisong shouted in anger and shouted: "How much does it cost to take from the border j a year? Hundreds of thousands! Fuck you, do you show this when you use it?!"

The company commander was scolded and stood there in a daze.

"Kang Kang Kang Kang!"

Fu Zhisong limped and suddenly raised his hand and shot the other party three times, roaring with a ferocious look: "If you don't have this JB thing, I'm going to get married. I didn't even fucking run away. Are you afraid of death? Ah?!"

Everyone looked at the company commander falling down in shock, all confused.

Fu Zhisong held the gun and turned around and shouted at the crowd: "The soldiers can leave if they want. I will never stop them because Shengshi Marriott didn't give you too much. But those who carry the ties on your shoulders are the core, and the group of people who will support the company no matter how much money you have. If you leave, it will be unrighteous. I am standing here. Who dares to take a step back today? Either you beat me to death or I beat you to death!"

Not far away, a group of side J cores who were about to drive to run, heard this and stopped and stayed there.

"Fuck your mother, you will take fame and power immediately. Why are you afraid of corpses three thousand miles away?!" Fu Zhisong shouted again with a gun: "If you want to die, I will die first, and I will turn around and fight back!"

"Mom, she's all holding a gun to eat. Why do you guys chase her and beat her?"

A strong man waved his hand and shouted, "I'm having a meal with me, and I'll fight back. Fu Zhisong is not afraid of death if he is so rich, you're afraid of a ball."

"go back!"

"The Second Company returns to the vehicle and immediately!"

“…!”

Fu Zhisong may not be able to help the company in the power struggle and conspiracy.

But at the moment when the company is alive, someone needs to stand up and give everyone a last breath.

Then who else?
Chapter completed!