After the two soldiers entered the factory, they groped their way forward along the factory wall.
Soon, a figure was found leaning on a ladder and looking towards the battlefield near the factory wall.
Fortunately, the abnormal situation was discovered in time, otherwise, if Fang Lang and others continued to move forward about ten meters, they would enter the attack range of this person.
If he noticed Fang Lang who was well protected in the middle, it would only take one shot and the matter would be over.
The two soldiers looked at each other and secretly thought they were lucky.
The two men approached from the left and right, suddenly grabbed the man's legs and dragged him down. With a scream of "Ah", the figure beside the wall fell directly to the ground.
The revolver that the other party had been holding in his hand suddenly slid five meters away with a bang.
When the other fell, the two fighters grabbed each other's hands and twisted them behind their backs, pressing the other to the ground.
The man was unable to move. He wanted to scream loudly, but he felt a cold gun barrel stuffed into his mouth. The iron smell mixed with the smell of gun oil made him dare not move.
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He could only lie on the ground and let two soldiers tie him up.
After the two soldiers tied him up, they searched his body but found no other weapons. They picked up the pistol that had fallen against the wall, stuffed a piece of rag into his mouth, dragged him to the trunk of a car, and stuffed him in.
After searching the factory again and finding nothing else unusual, he directly opened the factory gate and reunited with Fang Lang and the others. No one had time to waste on this little guy who was in charge of guarding the vehicles.
Fang Lang glanced at the two soldiers, who nodded. One of them said:
"There's a guy inside who's responsible for guarding the vehicle. We've tied him up and stuffed him into the trunk of a car."
After taking another look at the factory building where the vehicles were parked, Fang Lang did not find anything unusual. He nodded and signaled everyone to continue moving forward.
Less than thirty meters ahead, there were indeed shadows swaying in the alley behind the blocking positions set up by vehicles one and two.
At this moment, the group was less than twenty meters away from the alley entrance. Fang Lang could even hear footsteps coming from the alley between the noisy gunshots.
Judging from the situation, there should be about ten people in each alley.
The soldiers who followed Fang Lang had expected this and raised their Thompson submachine guns. Fang Lang waved his hand and made a grenade throwing gesture.
Several soldiers looked at each other, and just when Fang Lang thought that no one was carrying grenades, two soldiers took out two egg-shaped grenades from their trouser pockets.
Seeing two people preparing to pull the ring of the grenade and throw it out, Fang Lang quickly waved his hand, pointed at four of them, and pointed across the street, indicating that they should act separately.
The situation was urgent at this time and no one hesitated. The four of them stood up and rushed to the corner of the wall across the street. They covered each other and continued to advance a few meters.
Seeing that the enemy didn't notice them, Fang Lang didn't care whether the other side could see them or not. He just stretched out three fingers and started counting down.
As Fang Lang's finger cleared, the soldier holding the grenade in the team threw the grenade with the pin already pulled out into the alley near the wall on his side, shouting "Sergeant, be careful."
Fang Lang noticed that someone in the opposing team also made the move to throw a grenade.
The shout of "Sergeant, be careful" was actually mainly to remind the soldiers on the sniper position that there were their own people coming from behind and they should avoid accidental injuries.
Of course, the gangsters in the alley also heard the shouting. At first, their attention was on the blocking position in front of them, and they never thought that there were enemies in the rear.
In the pitch-black night, one of the gangsters was preparing to launch a sneak attack when he was frightened by a shout from behind. He trembled all over and turned around to turn the gun. At that moment, he felt something hit the back of his foot. He wanted to dodge but it was too late.
After the two "bang" sounds of grenade explosions, there was the crackling sound of Thompson submachine gun firing.
The people who were preparing for a sneak attack in the alley were stunned. The firepower of the Thompson submachine gun was not to be underestimated. It could fire 720 bullets in one minute.
At such a close distance, the enemies, who had just lost their sense of direction due to the shock wave of the grenade, were no match for the professional soldiers and were quickly knocked to the ground.
Fang Lang simply picked up the Gardner rifle and fired three shots, and he could no longer find the standing enemy.
Seeing a soldier trying to go up and fire another shot, Fang Lang quickly stopped him and said:
"See if there are any survivors. We need to find out who wants to attack us."
Perhaps it was the gunfire from behind that made the people commanding the attack in the front think that the sneak attackers had succeeded.
The enemies who attacked the sniper position head-on rushed out from their hiding places in a swarm, and the noise in the sniper position quickly increased.
Fang Lang quickly squatted in the corner and, using the cover of the wall, fired at the enemy who was clearly illuminated by the car lights.
Firing guns in a one-way transparent battlefield, such a mindless charge is simply a massacre.
Fang Lang noticed that the enemies on the opposite side rarely had rifles in their hands. Most of them were blacks and Latinos who were running forward recklessly with pistols. Occasionally, a few white youths could be seen.
Fang Lang's first reaction when he saw these people was that they were just some gangster minions and had no fighting power at all.
But they had suffered such heavy casualties, yet they were still able to hold on. Fang Lang found it incredible.
The charge lasted less than two minutes before it ended. The front of the position was filled with fallen figures, some of whom were completely motionless, while others were still screaming in pain.
The soldiers of the guard platoon calmly organized their weapons and equipment, preparing for the next wave of attack.
The guard squad leader who had been blocking the front already knew that Fang Lang and other soldiers in the guard squad had returned to the battlefield.
Taking advantage of the break in the battle, he quickly ran to Fang Lang and said:
"Sir, this is dangerous. We will protect you and get you out immediately."
Fang Lang noticed that his left shoulder must be injured, his clothes were covered in blood, and he was looking at him nervously, his eyes kept paying attention to the battlefield behind him.
He smiled and patted the other person's uninjured arm, and said with a smile:
“As for these gangster gunmen, I believe you can easily deal with them.
Besides, I am a soldier and I have never had the habit of abandoning my soldiers and running away."
The guard squad leader was also a little excited. They had already prepared to die today.
They didn't expect that the commander would return to the battlefield regardless of his own safety to support them and eliminate the enemy who wanted to attack them from behind.
But he was the guard platoon leader, he was very clear about his duties, and it would be dereliction of duty for him to put his superiors in danger.
So he was about to continue speaking with a serious expression, but was interrupted by a more intense burst of gunfire.
Everyone quickly stretched their heads to look outside and found that it was not the enemy that launched another attack.
The gunshots came from behind the enemy.
Several people looked at each other and realized that it was the support from the village coming. Judging from the intensity of the gunfire, it was obvious that more than just the soldiers left in the village were coming to attack.
Fang Lang looked at the guard squad leader who was still standing in front of him and said:
"What are you still standing there for? Hold the line and don't let the enemy escape from us."
The guard squad leader stood at attention and replied loudly:
"Yes, sir."
Then he turned around and returned to his original position.
Fang Lang smiled and said to the soldiers who followed him:
"Drivers go back and get in the car. We will go around the alley where these people came from and block them in the sugarcane field. Don't let them run away from either side."
Several people shouted loudly, and the two drivers strode towards the place where they had just parked.
Several other soldiers began to clear the people who fell in the alley, and those who were not dead had been dragged aside and tied up.
Now in order to allow vehicles to pass smoothly, they need to drag the bodies lying on the ground to the side.
Just as everyone dragged the body to the side, the lights of two cars in the distance shone over.
Immediately afterwards, the gunfire that had just stopped at the sniper position rang out again.
Fang Lang quickly turned his head and saw a group of panicked people appearing in front of the blocking position.
The enemies, realizing they were surrounded, fell into great confusion, and the people under the lights fled in all directions.
The enemy, who had just rushed out of the sugarcane field and entered the range of the light, was shot at by the soldiers on the sniper position who had been prepared.
Five or six people fell down directly, and they were so scared that they quickly wanted to retreat back to the sugarcane field.
The people in the sugarcane field were still rushing out in panic. The two sides collided at the edge of the sugarcane field, and the scene became even more chaotic for a while.
Fang Lang hid in the darkness, holding a gun, looking for the leader in the crowd.
It’s not that I want to kill them, but I want to injure them. I can’t let them run away.
But the crowd was too chaotic. Fang Lang even saw some people who shot at their own people who were blocking their way without any care.
When he was soon pushed down too.
As of now, there are at least a hundred people who attacked him, but they are obviously gangster gunmen who can only shoot. Their shooting skills are not much better than the casual shooting skills of the African black brothers that Fang Lang saw on TV in later generations.
But it was this group of hooligans with no fighting power at all that almost caused Fang Lang to fall into the gutter.
The lights of the cars behind him were getting closer and closer, so Fang Lang retreated behind the wall to avoid being exposed by the lights of the cars behind him.
Looking at the car getting closer and closer, Fang Lang signaled everyone not to worry about him and quickly crossed the alley and went around to the enemy's side.
Everyone knew that time was running out and now was the time to finish making dumplings, so without saying anything more, they all jumped into the car and headed deep into the alley.
Seeing the surroundings fall into darkness again, Fang Lang turned around and squatted, returning to his original fighting position.
The sound of gunfire driving away the enemy was getting closer and closer, and Fang Lang realized that he didn't have much time left to defeat the enemy.
He crouched down, advanced to the defensive position formed by two vehicles, and shouted to the enemy in the sugarcane field:
"Surrender! You are surrounded.
Continuing to resist will only lead to death."
Perhaps the gunshots were too intense, and Fang Lang's voice didn't cause any waves at all.
After hearing Fang Lang's voice, the guard squad leader led the remaining soldiers and shouted in unison:
"Put down your weapons, surrender and you won't be killed!"
"Put down your weapons, surrender and you won't be killed!"
As the uniform shouts were heard, uniform shouts were also heard from the enemy's rear.
The enemies finally collapsed. After all, they were just a bunch of gangsters. They might be able to fight them if they were in a favorable situation.
But the current situation is obviously beyond everyone's tolerance limit.
Soon someone threw a weapon out of the sugarcane field, and then people with their hands raised slowly walked out of the sugarcane field.
The gunshots slowly stopped.
The soldiers in the guard platoon are all veterans who have participated in the European War, and of course everyone knows what to do at this moment.
The guard squad leader shouted loudly:
"Those who surrender, raise your hands and walk slowly out of the sugarcane field. Let me see your hands, otherwise I will shoot."
More and more people were seen coming out of the sugarcane fields with their hands raised and standing in front of the battlefield filled with corpses.
The soldiers in the guard squad remained motionless until Qi Qingshan and others appeared in the sugarcane field.
Everyone slowly stood up and surrounded the surrendering enemy.
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