Chapter 492: Young Men Besiege Base No. 5
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They were carrying out a decapitation mission. No one expected to see an officer in a conference room. They had no idea why the American support was so fast.
After hearing his comrades' words, Lu Ye's heart sank and veins bulged on his forehead. He quickly stuffed the last magazine into the gun chamber and roared, "Hold on! You must hold on!" But facing the American troops pouring in like a tide, this last resistance seemed so pale and powerless.
However, these Chinese soldiers have all experienced hundreds of battles, and even at the end, they will never lose the integrity of the Chinese people.
The American troops closing in from behind were closing in. One of the soldiers was shot in the leg and fell to the ground in a pool of blood, groaning. The enemy, grinning, pressed on, their guns pointed at the Chinese soldiers.
The atmosphere of despair spread in the small space, and the shadow of death loomed over everyone. Lu Ye and the others clenched their daggers tightly, determined to take a few more people with them even if they died.
Just as everyone prepared to launch a final, powerful attack, a sharp, piercing sound suddenly rang out. Tang Yue, like a flash of black lightning, leaped down from the hole in the damaged ceiling. Two MM-16s spewed flames from her hands, and the bullets whistled sharply as they fired accurately at the American troops.
Before the American soldiers could react, they fell one after another in the dense rain of bullets, and screams rang out one after another.
Tang Yue's eyes were cold and her movements were nimble as she moved swiftly through the hail of bullets. Her MM16 seemed to have come to life, and every time she pulled the trigger, an enemy fell to the ground.
"Sister Yue!" Lu Ye's eyes lit up when he saw Tang Yue. He shouted and led his team to launch a counterattack. Tang Yue's joining instantly turned the tide of the battle. The American troops were thrown into disarray by the sudden and fierce attack and began to flee in panic.
Tang Yue quickly caught up with the American commander who was trying to escape, put the dagger in her hand against his throat, and said coldly: "The game is over." The commander looked at the woman in front of him with eyes as sharp as blades in horror, trembling all over, not daring to resist at all.
The smoke gradually cleared, revealing the bodies of American soldiers strewn across the conference room. Lu Ye walked over to Tang Yue, panting heavily, his face filled with the joy of having survived. "Hey, Sister Yue, if you had come a little later, you wouldn't have seen us again!"
Tang Yue wiped the blood off the dagger, turned around and glanced at the few people: "Let's go, this is just the beginning. There are more enemies waiting for us to deal with."
After saying that, he threw a few boxes of bullets to each person and quickly dodged.
There had been quite a commotion here just now. The American commander Tang Yue had killed was also wearing the uniform of an American soldier. It seemed these people had made preparations in advance, and finding all the officers later would be difficult.
Of course, Tang Yue didn't force herself. She would kill as many as she could. If all else failed, she could just kill them all. Anyway, once the young men from Bian Yue arrived, it would be impossible for them to escape.
Chang Yin and Tang Shengkai encountered the same situation. After they dealt with a few officers, they found that there seemed to be fewer and fewer Americans wearing officer uniforms.
"Old Chang, something's not right. Are Yueyue and the others killing so quickly? We've been walking for over ten minutes, and we haven't seen a single officer."
Often lurking in the shadows, he also noticed this problem. "It seems our decapitation plan has been discovered."
Tang Shengkai leaned against the wall and panted, "These Americans are quite smart."
Chang Yin's eyes kept turning. He felt that this was just one aspect. The fuel explosion just now definitely dealt a fatal blow to Base No. 5. At this time, Chang Yin discovered that there were slight sounds of car engines coming from some peripheral areas.
Chang Yin narrowed his eyes slightly, "Are you going to escape?"
"Ah? What?" Tang Shengkai seemed not to hear Chang Yin's words clearly. Chang Yin immediately listened carefully. He felt that the sound of car engines came from several places. It seemed that some American soldiers wanted to go out to deliver a message.
The explosion just now had completely cut off the signal from here. If the enemy were to invade on a large scale at this moment, then US Base No. 5 would be completely destroyed. A call for help was imminent.
Outside Base 5, after the explosions began, the American guards within a six-mile radius were more or less injured. The base was overwhelmed, and no one from the base's shift came out.
Some of the American soldiers outside the base collapsed, while others sought shelter to rest. However, more and more young and strong men from Bian Yue arrived here.
After Tang Yue left, the first task Chang Yin gave them was to get rid of the American soldiers outside first, so that they would no longer have any signal contact with the base, and the base would be isolated and helpless.
By this time, the guards outside had almost been dispatched. The young and strong were almost all present, and the remaining were the elderly, weak, women, and children of Bianyue. Several county governors had already led several hundred men from the periphery to encircle the base.
Ruan Wenxiong looked at the dark crowd before him without saying much. "The Goddess has entered the base to help me deal with the most powerful American officers. The Chinese soldiers have already gone in to provide support."
We have said everything that needs to be said before, and now it is time for us to take revenge."
Ruan Wenxiong clenched his right fist and raised it repeatedly, "Destroy the American troops and give us peace!"
"Destroy the American troops and give me peace!"
"Destroy the American troops and give me peace!"
"Destroy the American troops and give me peace!"
The roars grew louder and louder. The young and strong men of Bianyue State, carrying homemade guns and with bullets and bombs hanging from their waists, rushed forward while shouting loudly.
The night sky was dyed dark red by the flames rising from Base No. 5. The young and strong men of Bian Yue Kingdom held torches high and rushed to the outskirts of the base like a surging red wave.
The torches illuminated the determination on their faces. Although the rifles they carried were simple, the homemade bombs hanging around their waists shone with a cold, hard metallic luster in the firelight.
Nguyen Van Hung stood at the front of the team, waving a rifle seized from the bodies of American soldiers and shouting loudly: "Charge! Revenge for our dead relatives! Destroy the American troops and give us peace!"
The barbed wire surrounding the base was twisted and distorted by the aftermath of the explosion, like shredded rags. Without hesitation, the young and strong men rushed forward, using their machetes and axes to cut through the wire. Some were lacerated by the sharp wire, their palms pierced by it, and blood dripped onto the ground, yet they remained oblivious.
"Boom!" A homemade bomb exploded in the base wall, debris flew everywhere, and in the air filled with smoke and dust, the people shouted and rushed into the gap.
The American army was caught off guard by this sudden attack. Before the patrolling soldiers could react, they were shot at close range by the young men who rushed over with their homemade rifles, and fell to the ground screaming.
However, the US military, having recovered their senses, quickly organized a counterattack. Machine guns spewed flames from the bunkers in the base that were not affected by the explosion, and bullets rained down.
The young and strong men in the front fell one after another, and their blood dyed the ground beneath their feet red, but the people behind did not retreat at all, and continued to move forward by stepping on the corpses of their companions.
A young man named Ashan, carrying a large bundle of explosives, nimbly moved through the hail of bullets. He dodged several bullets and finally approached a bunker.
He gritted his teeth and stuffed the explosive pack into the firing hole of the bunker. After lighting the fuse, he quickly rolled away.
"Boom!" A deafening roar shook the sky, and the bunker was blown to pieces, the blood and flesh of the American soldiers inside splattering everywhere. Ah Shan climbed up from the smoke and dust, his face covered in blood, but he showed a confident smile, and then rushed towards the next target.
The women who followed were also not idle. Some of them carried baskets filled with homemade bombs, climbed up the nearby heights, and rained bombs down on the American troops.
Some took care of the wounded in the rear, using simple herbal medicine to stop bleeding and bandage the injured young and strong men.
The US military tried to organize an effective defense line, but the base was already in chaos, and coupled with the desperate attacks of the people of the border country, their formation became increasingly chaotic.
An American military officer, dressed in American soldier's clothes, waved a pistol and shouted at the soldiers to fight back, but was hit by a cold gun shot from nowhere and fell to the ground and died.
Such scenes were played out in various places in Base No. 5. The officers could not bear to watch the base being occupied by this group of disorderly people from Bianyue Country. Even though they were wearing soldiers' uniforms, they still had to stand up and take command.
This gave Tang Yue and his team an opportunity. They mixed in with the chaotic American troops and hunted randomly. In this way, some officers who had finally hidden themselves were killed.
The people who were about to drive away stopped moving.
The American soldiers who lost their command became even more panicked. Some began to abandon their weapons and flee, while others fired blindly, with bullets flying everywhere.
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