The silence in the dark across everyone's heart, Zhang Xiaoqiang's side of the people did not make a sound, only the different wheezing sound reverberated in his ears, not long after walking, Zhang Xiaoqiang stopped, while the people around him were looking at the front of the pile of meat dull.
This is another internal fortification, guarding a narrow passage, which is connected with the main road. At the exit of this narrow passage, dozens of corpses are all ground into pieces. The pieces are mixed with the remains of clothing and guns, as well as piles of sand and cement. Around the pieces, the place has been completely submerged by black pools of blood, From the edge of the pool of blood winding out of a river of blood, diffuse to the sole of Zhang Xiaoqiang's feet, let him not from the back.
The dark tunnel, the smell of blood, and a lot of flesh and blood stumps made many people on the scene vomit out. For a moment, more stench mixed with blood made Zhang Xiaoqiang frown.
"PATA..."
With a light sound, the light around is suddenly shining, and the darkness surrounding is completely dispelled. The light source comes from a steam lamp that looks like a horse lantern. This steam lamp is not very big, but the light source released is extremely bright. It shines tens of meters around as if it were day. More than 200 people are charming in the light, To let the people behind see the front of the pile of blood and meat, suddenly joined the ranks of vomiting.
Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the blood and flesh deposited in the pool of blood, then turned his head and looked at the 200 armed men who were closely following him. These people were confused to follow him, and he was also confused to take these people into the strange underground Great Wall. Everything was so strange.
Bypassing the pile of flesh and blood, he found a pile of oilcloth piled up in the corner on the edge of the fortification. He pulled up the oilcloth and went to cover the pile of flesh and blood. Several soldiers came to catch the edge of the oilcloth to help. When they covered the pile of flesh and blood, Zhang Xiaoqiang took a deep breath and took the lead in stepping on the pile of oilcloth.
Two hundred people walk on the tarpaulin in turn, and Zhang Xiaoqiang is on the other side. These people follow him through life and death. He thinks that it is necessary to ensure the safety of these people. It is not a great internationalism, but a habit of him. It is his habit that constantly deepens his weight in these people's hearts and gradually recognizes him.
The weight of 200 people completely flattened the tarpaulin, and the scarlet blood came out from under the tarpaulin. The feet of the people behind were basically soaked in the blood. Many people's shoes were filled with blood, and they were creaking when they walked. The solid tarpaulin was also deeply trapped in the meat mud, which made everyone walking on it creepy.
After everyone had passed, Zhang Xiaoqiang returned to the front. This time, he was not alone in the front. More than 50 elite soldiers surrounded him in the middle. These elite soldiers seemed to have regained their self-confidence, arranged the vanguard and cover fire, and searched in the tunnel according to their previous combat methods.
"Sir, there are more than ten live ones ahead. Do we need to attack? It only takes ten grenades to solve... "
In front of the investigation, the platoon leader quietly came to Zhang Xiaoqiang and reported to him in a low voice. The others squatted on the ground and held their rifles for a short rest. Zhang Xiaoqiang shook his head and refused the soldier's proposal
"We came here for another purpose. From now on, we can't shoot at will unless we have to, Even if you shoot, you can't kill the other party's personnel. "
Zhang Xiaoqiang's order these soldiers did not understand very well, but it did not affect them to carry out Zhang Xiaoqiang's order. Soon, there was a roar of explosion in front of them. The fire was shining in the tunnel, and then a heat wave with smoke rushed from the front, which made Zhang Xiaoqiang frown. Why did they still fire grenades?
Zhang Xiaoqiang rushed forward quickly, and the people behind him also speeded up. When Zhang Xiaoqiang got there, he saw that the situation was under control. More than a dozen military soldiers knelt on the ground with their heads in their arms. At the muzzle of the elite soldiers, they were honest. At the corner in front of their fortifications, the fragments of grenade explosion cut a lot of cement dregs into the corner, An elite soldier was sitting on the ground. His neck was torn by shrapnel. In the blood, his body was shaking and twitching. He was about to die.
Two battlefield medical soldiers wanted to stop bleeding, but they couldn't stop it. They let the other soldiers gnash their teeth together. One muzzle would hold the captured soldier's back, and the other would go off.
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