Rise of the Wasteland

The unjustifiable and brutal attacks of the Aurora Corps stunned the gangsters who were trying to stay in Mexico City. In their opinion, no matter how many government administrations they have gone through in the past, no one has ever tried to completely destroy them, and there is no reason to call the army without saying a word.

The remaining gangsters have already figured out what kind of gifts to send to the Aurora Corps from outside. They inquired about the list of senior members of the legion, looking for various ways to try to get in touch with the legion. As a result, their dreams were blasted by ruthless artillery fire!

The Aurora Corps never thought about it, or Zhou Qingfeng himself never thought about leaving a group of scum that would affect his rule of Mexico.

"You ... why are you attacking us?" Just at the enemy stronghold Sun Shaoyang just took, more than a hundred gang members who turned into thugs were forcibly disarmed and tied their hands and feet on the ground. One of them questioned the soldiers in custody, puzzled.

Sun Shaoyang came in handy when he was studying Spanish on the bed. He covered his face with gauze, and asked one after another about the names, identities, and networks of these gangsters. When asked why he launched the attack, he also asked in amazement: "You are our enemies!"

"But we didn't want to be right with you." The gang member who asked the question struggled to stand up, and the soldier behind him kicked him down. The guy fell to the ground and shouted, struggling, "We can help you rule this city, we can find women for you, and we can do many things."

"What is this guy talking about?" The platoon leader saw someone yelling and thought there was something wrong.

As soon as Sun Shaoyang translated the words of the guy on the ground, all the people in the row looked at the gangsters on the ground like they were silly-do you think we are stupid? Who would want a group of gang members to help rule? Mexico City is ours, you guys can die.

Any guy on the ground is still shouting, and the platoon leader wondered if Sun Shaoyang had made a mistake in translation-no Chinese person has ever seen such a straightforward and powerful gangster!

The captured gang members need to be screened. Although they are ultimately shot or served in hard labor, they still need to go through the trials-trials, publicity of crimes, and public executions. This is an important part of establishing legal prestige. Killing is also a technical job.

When Sun Shaoyang recorded the gangster captives, he finally saw which heavy gun the platoon leader said—the old sixty-six type 152mm howitzer.

Howitzers less than six tons are obviously more convenient to transport than tanks that are 20-30 tons. An artillery squad was dispatched to support the operation, but only to the place found that the target to be bombed had been solved.

"Nothing else, we will go back," cried the captain of the artillery. "We need us elsewhere."

Type 66 is an old artillery with a diameter of 28 times. The artillery is not large enough to be pulled away by a truck. Equipped with a artillery squad and a base of artillery shells on the vehicle, it has become an important support fire for street fighting.

But the artillery squad was about to leave, and the commander of the oblique spurs came out and shouted, "Don't go, give me a few shots when you come."

Even the long hanged the color, and the gauze on the brain was bloody. An 80-shaped steel helmet was buckled on his head, and looked very angry-the boss actually drew a lottery, all shocked!

After asking a question, I learned that a group of armed gangsters and fake civilians wanted to hang out of the city, but was hit by the company commander. The company commander wanted to search his body and disarm to verify his identity. It was no accident that the group of guys suddenly threw out a grenade when they couldn't get over, so the company commander made a lottery.

"The gang is hiding in the street next door and bombing Lao Tzu."

How can the boss speak up? So he connected the next starter and pushed the 152-caliber howitzer to another street less than twenty meters away.

The gangsters who just want to escape have already occupied a sturdy building and resisted stubborn resistance. The building is about five or six floors. It is also strong and sturdy, and it will inevitably kill several people. Now that the artillery is here, all of them feel much more relaxed.

One hundred meters away, the gangster on the opposite side apparently saw that the opponent actually launched a heavy cannon, and immediately all the firepower was pressed down. The bullet hit the cannon shield, and the legionary side also fired several heavy machine guns.

The summoned artillery squad moved quickly, set up a grenade in advance, placed the pole to hold the gun body, and the gunner's rope pulled a roar.

This bombardment passed, and both sides of the battle were frightened and their hearts trembled. The power of the God of War is indeed well-deserved. The soldiers of the Legion were hiding in a safe corner, covering their ears with both hands to cheer the artillery, shouting.

But when the smoke from the muzzle dispersed, there was a more violent bullet rain on the opposite side, just like the viciousness of hysteria before death. The company commander was ready to express his gratitude to the artillery brothers. How could he almost be killed after a few steps.

"Well, what ghost artillery did you hit? You can't hit a hundred meters." The company commander dragged to safety by his soldiers was so angry that he couldn't kick the artillery with his two feet.

And when the smoke and dust from the opposite side also dissipated, the soldiers who came up to observe from various shelters found that the shell had just deflected and bombarded a house on the left side of the enemy.

The building materials were blasted out of the powder, and they flew down in a circle in the sky. The stubborn gangsters hiding in the house were simply scared and desperate to kill the heavy cannon.

The captain of the artillery who is in charge of the artillery hides behind the clanging cannon shield and apologizes. "Sorry, we are also novices. The art of artillery manipulation is not very skilled and the tide is not good."

Listening to the highly anticipated artillery group actually said that their tide, all the officers and soldiers, including Sun Shaoyang, were swearing-you neuropathy, why are you talking nonsense when this kind of life is terrible? Hurry and have another shot!

Unloading ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Retracted the shell, and another 152 grenade was reloaded into the barrel. The captain of the artillery adjusted his steering machine and pulled the gun rope again.

There was a loud blast ...

This time no one clamored first, waiting for the dust to disperse to see the effect first. Sure enough, I missed it again!

The house on the left side of the target building was just hit by a shell. This time the right side became sparse.

The leader of the artillery team responsible for aiming should cry out and shouted, "Sorry everyone, sorry everyone, I was on the battlefield for the first time, it was too nervous. One more shot, another one, this time absolutely not I made a mistake. "

The infantry company looking aside was collectively speechless, and the entire artillery group felt ashamed and embarrassed, and reloaded with effort.

However, the gangsters in the building opposite this time did not fight back, and the two heavy artillery pieces completely broke their will to resist. Seeing that the third shell was about to explode, no one wanted to hit it anymore, a guy with white pants hurried out and shouted to surrender.

Seeing the white trousers, the captain of the artillery group asked loudly, "It seems that the other side surrendered, can you still fire?"

The company commander was furious and yelled loudly, "You can still stand upright in the face of heavy artillery. This is definitely a determined, experienced, and extremely dangerous enemy. Of course, you have to fire the gun. Isn't Lao Tzu worthless?

The third shell of the bomber flew out, and this time it was really hit. The five-story building just hiding from the Gang of No. 10 suddenly collapsed and ceased to exist. He who stood up holding the white flag was also bombarded alive.

When all the soldiers saw the power of this heavy artillery, they immediately reached a consensus in the heart-in the future, if you encounter difficult bones, don't just rush up and call the artillery. Even a lame gunner is better than himself.

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