District 9

On the highway, the soldiers of the 557th Regiment initially chased and beat up the dozen or so people from Sichuan Mansion. The two sides fought from the road to the heavy snow. No one surrendered to the other. The one who was beaten was still fighting back, and the one who was beating was getting more and more excited.

Not long after, four large trucks rushed out of the defense area of ​​the 122nd Brigade and entered the fighting site. A large number of soldiers jumped out of the carriages, holding snow shovels for clearing snow and wooden squares for building tents, and joined the battlefield one after another.

The balance of victory in the fight began to tilt. The Sichuan side had the upper hand in numbers, and they all held "violent weapons" in their hands. Therefore, the soldiers of the 557th Regiment in the platoon they were beaten cried and howled, and several of them were even knocked upside down. was thrown into the snowdrift.

Originally, after hearing the report of the brawl, the third battalion headquarters of the 557th Regiment chose to suppress the matter and sent company-level officers to control the situation. But on the way here, when they heard that the 122nd Brigade had dispatched two to three hundred people to beat their own soldiers, the Third Battalion also came up.

"What the fuck, bullies don't bully like this!" The third battalion commander gritted his teeth and cursed: "Order the troops to gather together and fight with them! I don't believe it anymore, you hit my watchtower, They sent soldiers to cause trouble again, and finally filed a lawsuit, can they put the blame on us?!"

The grievances between the two sides had accumulated in the past few days, so as soon as the third battalion commander issued this order, the deputy battalion and several company commanders below also responded positively and immediately led the troops to the location where the conflict broke out.

But one thing was that during the fight, no one thought about using guns or cannons. Because the nature of the fist fight was not serious, even if someone accidentally killed the other soldier during the conflict, at most it would be an out-of-control fight and a manslaughter, and the management officer would be held accountable later.

But formally firing at friendly forces is another matter. Even if no one is killed in the firing, as long as the gun is pointed at the opponent and the fire is fired, it is still an armed conflict and a mutiny among the troops. Even core personnel will be intensively investigated to see if they are suspected of being incited to rebel and deliberately provoking military conflicts.

Precisely because of such complicated factors, people in Sichuan Mansion did not dare to take advantage of the situation. The soldiers and officers of the 557th Regiment, who were originally at a disadvantage for passively participating in the war, were even less likely to take the initiative to shoot and take responsibility for themselves.

Therefore, the conflicts between the two sides were limited to physical ones, and the fighting was relatively dirty. There were several people surrounding one person, some buttonholes, and some people covering the opponent's head with clothes and fucking violently. In short, the conflict between the two sides looked more like a farce after the grievances were released.

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on the highway.

Seven or eight military vehicles from Zhang Daming's regiment were rushing to the conflict site.

In the car, Wu Feng was very upset and shouted on the phone: "Are the people in Sichuan Mansion retreating?"

"No, there are more and more people."

"Did the fire start?" Wu Feng asked.

"They didn't even fire, they just messed up the trap. They tore down all the tents of our garrison platoon, and even beat up the cook in the kitchen..."

"Fuck it, then go with them!" Wu Feng cursed through gritted teeth: "He's already done it, and we're not afraid of him in the lawsuit."

Wu Feng, who had always been relatively calm, was a little out of his mind at this moment. After hanging up the phone, he kept urging the driver: "Hurry up!"

In the car, Huo Ran frowned and looked at Wu Feng and asked, "What's the point of doing this?"

"I don't know either. You just kept harassing us, and then you didn't dare to open fire. This is not like playing house with a child..."

"Kang!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden gunshot on the road. The left front wheel of the off-road vehicle that was driving in front was blown open, and the wheel hub was even blasted with a hole by the bullet.

Wu Feng was stunned for a moment: "It's a sniper Q!"

Huo Ran heard the sound and turned to look outside. He saw several figures in the field raising weapons like RPGs.

"Duck, duck!"

The guard officer on the co-pilot immediately roared.

After saying this, there was a harsh sound of explosions in the field, and seven or eight RPGs were directly ejected into the convoy on the road in front.

The warhead exploded in mid-air, and countless extremely dense white phosphorus powder spread, completely covering the entire convoy in less than two seconds.

In the snow, Xiaoliu was wearing a black special combat uniform and a gas mask on his face. He ran and shouted: "Xiaohui, don't move with that person. The others will attack the convoy according to the original plan." "

"receive!"

"receive!"

"...!"

A response came instantly from the intercom.

There were about thirty people around the highway, running quickly towards the area covered with phosphorus powder.

In just two breaths, an off-road vehicle rushed out of the phosphorus area and tried to speed away.

Not far away, a sniper lying on a slightly higher ground immediately opened fire.

Three gunshots rang out, and the two left tires of the off-road vehicle that rushed out were blown out. The vehicle lost control and fell on the road on the spot.

The car behind did not slow down and could not clearly see the road conditions outside the phosphorus area, so during the impact, it hit the car in front of it that was parked diagonally on the road.

After the two cars collided, another series of car accidents occurred. The military off-road vehicles rushing out from behind hit the cars in front one after another.

On the hillside, Fu Zhen was lying on the ground, using a telescope to look at the situation on the road. He turned to Lao Zhan and said, "Damn it, you can't leave any traces. Otherwise, if the other side seizes the evidence, the Eighth District will definitely explode." ”

"I'll go too." Although Lao Zhan was willing to quarrel and argue with Fu Zhen and the others, he still knew what he should do at the critical moment.

After saying that, Lao Zhan stood up and took three people with him and rushed directly to the firefighting area.

on the highway.

Wu Feng coughed and rushed out of the off-road vehicle. He lowered his head and yelled, "You're here for me. Don't get involved with them. Get out first."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiaoliu and four others rushed up, and happened to bump into Huo Ran who was about to get out of the car.

The guards around Wu Feng could not clearly see the surrounding situation at the moment. They could only vaguely see a few people rushing up from under the roadbed in the white mist, so they took the lead in opening fire.

"Shield, give me shield." Xiao Liu shouted calmly.

Two special forces members stepped forward holding retractable explosion-proof shields and blocked the opponent's fire.

Xiao Liu stood up suddenly, held his gun, and fired two or three bursts at the military vehicle where Huo Ran was.

The bullets hit the car body and caused sparks to fly, and the car glass shattered. Huo Ran, who had not yet gotten out of the back seat of the car, heard the gunshots coming too close to him. He didn't know whether he was a little panicked or wanted to escape from the car quickly. Inside, he reached out and pushed open the door on the other side.

"Kangkang...!"

Xiao Liu rushed to the back of the car, took a gun and shot around the car with his eyes closed.

"Gudong!"

Huo Ran was shot in the car and fell on the car seat on the spot.

Xiao Liu bent down and reached over, raised the muzzle of his gun, and fired half a round of bullets into the car again.

Next to him, Wu Feng's personal adjutant saw the tragic scene in the car and muttered in shock: "It's over, the liaison officer is gone..."

As soon as the words fell, the special operations team rushed forward together and quickly cleared the enemy troops around the car.

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Outside the smoke, Wu Feng had been protected by six or seven people and rushed out of the smoke area, running wildly along the field.

Diagonally across the way, Lao Zhan, who rushed over to help, saw the other person from the side and knelt down on one knee without even adjusting the sight on the rifle. He pulled the trigger entirely relying on the feel of his hand and his experience in observing distances.

"Kang!"

With the first shot, Wu Feng's left leg spurted out blood mist, and his body lost balance, leaning forward and falling down.

"Kang!"

The second shot was fired. The moment Wu Feng fell down, his right arm, which was convenient for holding the gun, once again sprayed blood.

Two shots, ten rings of accuracy, it seems that Lao Zhan is still slightly better than Fu Zhen in terms of firearms ability.