As soon as I got off the mountain, the stunning female CEO took me home

"Da da da……"

Just when the platoon leader ran away, our own side also launched an orderly counterattack.

These two cannons seemed to revive the recently sluggish military morale.

As long as they could still hold their guns, they no longer retreated. They found a crater, hid in it, and began to fight back crazily.

For a moment, Zhang Qiang didn't know what to do.

He wanted to attack from the front, but the platoon leader did not give the order. The others were also guarding the position here. No one moved, and he did not dare to move.

All we could do was watch as the opponent's position exploded one moment and then the other.

Almost half a circle was exploded around the opponent's position.

The poisonous gas from the explosion has dispersed.

The heads of the opponent's position began to appear.

He was already in a state of panic. He held the gun in his hand and turned 360° in circles, not knowing where to shoot.

The few tanks they brought have become scrap metal.

"Kill them to death and take back the territory!"

Just ahead, seeing the enemy in such a scene, an unknown platoon leader shouted loudly.

Suddenly, the charge horn sounded.

A bunch of disgraced soldiers rushed forward with all their might, holding guns in their hands, firing purely on instinct and unable to aim.

Anyway, if everyone fires two or three shots, an enemy will roll down the hillside.

Finally, when it took several people to fire more than a dozen shots before an enemy fell, Zhang Qiang understood that this time the counterattack was successful.

Our ancestors still know how to fight!

As long as you give him some luck, he can turn around and launch a beautiful counterattack.

I saw that everyone was working hard on their hands and feet. In less than ten minutes, most of the people had climbed up the mountain from all directions.

But in general, humans are just like animals. There are stupid animals, and there are stupid and unlucky people.

They lowered their heads and climbed the mountain, never looking ahead. Just in time, they crawled under the enemy's feet. They were stabbed by the enemy with a bayonet and rolled down the mountain.

However, at this time, the enemy was in a panic and was not thinking about killing the enemy at all. He was just thinking about how to run away. Therefore, if the bayonet stabbed him, it would hurt a little, but it would not be fatal.

Even if he rolled down the mountain, he wouldn't die at that speed.

Zhang Qiang looked at those people as if they were riding a slide in an amusement park, waving his hands and calling out to his teammates. However, when his teammates saw the slope, they didn't bother to pay attention to them. They just pulled the trigger and kept firing bullets towards the top of the mountain with the gun in their hand.

While launching, climb up at the same time.

After a while, the people on his side climbed up the mountain and started fighting fiercely with bayonets.

By this time, the opponent could no longer hold out for even one round.

Zhang Qiang always looked at the other side of the mountain attentively.

When he saw this stage, he could no longer hold himself back.

He checked the gun beside him and wanted to rush forward.

But as soon as he lifted his buttocks, the colleague next to him jumped his leg, pressed him on his buttocks, and pushed him down again.

"Why are you going?" My colleague asked softly with a southern accent.

"I'll help them. I'm familiar with this kind of boxing and kicking skills." Zhang Qiang said.

"You're so familiar! Now we're just looking after the wounded. If you leave, can I drag them away?"

Zhang Qiang was choked, what he said did make sense, but he was so sorry that after traveling through time, he could not fight side by side with his ancestors.

Zhang Qiang's eyes were aimed at the top of the mountain.

There, the ancestors have plunged into the poisonous gas again.

But now the poisonous gas is getting smaller and smaller, so much so that Zhang Qiang can probably see the situation clearly from here.

I met the ancestors, and they beat each other up. If they were beaten down, they grabbed the mask. Anyway, I didn’t say whether they wore it or not. It was just for the sake of fairness.

While the poisonous gas smoked the ancestors, it also smoked them. Everyone was fighting in a fair environment, and what they fought for was strength.

Obviously, after a few moments, the enemy began to retreat. This retreat became the beginning of the rout. The entire line immediately began to collapse. This grab for the gas mask became the last straw to overwhelm the enemy!

The ancestors who were being chased like bereaved dogs just now are now reversed, stabbing and killing the enemy like bereaved dogs. In all the movies and TV dramas about this period of history that Zhang Qiang has watched, he has never seen enemies retreating in such a helter-skelter manner.

They ran down the mountain as fast as they could and ran out of the poison gas range. The first thing they threw away was not the heavy machine guns and backpacks, but the gas masks.

Because they also urgently need to breathe a breath of fresh air.

The ancestors used bayonets, grenades, and even fists to kill those within their reach as much as possible.

Enemies are like rabbits, running headlong into the woods.

The ancestors chased them away as much as possible, and could catch up with each one.

"No more pursuit, no more pursuit, stay on guard, stay on guard."