Gale

When Chen Chen was practicing CQB in the past, he often said one thing to his players, Your cornering skills are too poor.

But now, he has truly seen what it means to have poor cornering skills.

No, it's not bad, it's not at all.

A stairwell, a crossfire, 5 grenades, and at least 11 lives were harvested.

The Burmese Army platoon, which had routed his own company, lost more than a quarter.

Such results made Chen Chen feel a little dazed, and he even began to doubt whether his arrangement was necessary.

If your opponent is so good, you might as well stop thinking about killing people and just find a corridor to squat down and use the triple attack technique. The opponent might even queue up to die, right? ——

But thinking about it, he definitely wouldn't do that.

After the brief exchange of fire in the stairwell ended, he immediately rushed to the third floor.

Yes, no one is on the second floor. This is a psychological tactic.

They have just experienced tragic casualties on the first floor, and then give them an empty city plan on the second floor. By the time they search the third floor, some of the concentration and vigilance they just raised have been worn away. At this time, they can often obtain Rich results.

War is about arrogance, and CQB is about every penny.

But on the third floor, the focus of Chen Chen’s design is different from that on the first floor.

There was no one on the stairs, and there was no one in the classroom facing the stairs. The only defensive measure was a thunderbolt.

When the enemy enters the corridor sandwiched between the two classrooms on the left and right, it will be their real nightmare.

Two people in a classroom, crossfire diagonally.

After they fire, the other two behind the three pushed down bookshelves at the end of the corridor will fire at the same time.

Immediately afterwards, the last two people posted upstairs will rush down and harvest from behind the enemy.

Of course, Chen Chen was among the two people harvested.

He is definitely not afraid of death, because the position he chose is actually the most dangerous.

Needless to say in the classroom, there are many natural bunkers, our own area of ​​fire is wide, and the enemy's area of ​​fire is narrow.

The firepower point at the end of the corridor is blocked by books - yes, stacked books can block 7.62mm bullets.

Knowledge is power.

——

There are only two people taking the back route on the stairs. There is absolutely no cover. There is only one thing they can do:

Use the fastest and most ferocious firepower to knock down all the enemies in front of you.

Either the enemy dies or you die.

Chen Chen's heart was beating violently, not because of nervousness, but because of the crazy secretion of adrenaline.

The company commander on the side finally regained some of his soldier instincts. Although he was shaking all over, he still squatted firmly beside Chen Chen without any intention of running away.

Don't be nervous, relax. After the first round, they will have to slow down for at least a few minutes before they attack.

I'm not nervous, I'm not nervous

The company commander was giving himself psychological hints - very useful psychological hints.

His hands really slowly stabilized and his breathing slowed down.

Five minutes later, there were slight footsteps downstairs.

This time, the enemy wasn't stupid enough to open fire, but they were still a little too loud.

A few seconds later, the sound of a grenade exploding sounded downstairs. The company commander's body shook, and Chen Chen held down his shoulders.

wait.

Next, there was an explosion every few seconds, and the whole building was shaking. But to Chen Chen's surprise, the six people downstairs actually listened to his words and did not fire.

Cursing began, and the enemy began to relax their vigilance.

The footsteps got closer and closer, and they started to go up to the third floor.

The thunder did not sound, which is normal.

The sound of grenades exploding also stopped - this building has a total of 6 floors, and they probably wanted to save some and save the floors higher up.

After all, if there is no one on the second floor, how can there be someone on the third floor?

They should all be hiding on the sixth floor or on the roof, right?

The narrow exit there is the most suitable for an ambush.

The enemy probably thought so, so as soon as they entered the corridor, they immediately began to pay for their mistakes.

Intensive gunfire rang out, and there was no ammunition management at all at this time. Chen Chen did not hesitate and rushed to the stairs immediately.

The Bayi bar has an ammunition capacity of 30 rounds. Our team does not even have a light machine gun. The firepower of the friendly forces downstairs can last up to 10 seconds at most.

He only has 10 seconds.

Go downstairs, show up, shoot, pick your ass off.

The first thing Chen Chen cleared was the three people who had retreated to the stairwell. After knocking them down with a long burst of fire, Chen Chen dropped the only 86-style handleless grenade in his hand.

Then, he dodged and rushed into the classroom across the corridor, avoiding the damage range of the fragments, and then stuck his head out at the moment when the friendly forces ceased fire and reloaded ammunition behind the bookshelf bunker.

Fully automatic, full fire!

After the bullets were fired, he threw away the gun and replaced it with another gun he had retrieved from the soldier's corpse.

In just 10 seconds, the corridor was filled with corpses.

At least 15 bodies.

Don't stop, rush down with me!

Chen Chen shouted loudly.

The survivor at the end of the corridor ran over first, and the last person in the classroom who survived the intensive explosion of enemy grenades also followed him in confusion.

The Burmese army downstairs had begun to retreat, but Chen Chen still adhered to the basic principles of CQB, so when he rushed out the door, all he saw was the back of the Burmese army fleeing towards the bunker.

Don't let anyone go!

he shouted again.

Gunshots rang out around him, and Chen Chen calmly fired.

His thoughts even started to wander a little.

How many casualties does an army have when it starts to flee?

This Burmese army platoon only started to escape after more than half of them died. Is it considered elite?

What about your platoon?

Three-quarters of them died, and they suffered 6-30 battle losses.

Well, the best of the best.

After dark, the first support army finally arrived.

Bai Suocheng's confidant general Ming Xuechang personally led the team and came to collect the corpses.

He knew that no one on the Allied side would survive this battle.

Because it was he who disclosed the intelligence to the Burmese mountain troops, who personally planned the siege, and who gave the order No support is allowed if the situation is unclear.

Of course he also regretted the sacrifices of those good men, but who made them join the wrong team?

There is nothing you can do. The military cannot be upright after all. Trade your lives for a bright future. Rest in peace.

Ming Xuechang took a deep breath and squeezed two tears from his eyes.

They were surrounded in this building? Did anyone survive?

I don't know. We just arrived and didn't have time to see it, but it shouldn't be there. The Burmese army has withdrawn. It's probably over.

good.

Ming Xuechang paused for a moment and continued:

We must treat their families well, and don't be greedy for subsidies. We must be good people in this matter, and the responsibility must be placed on the Peng family.

Also, there should be some corpses on the Burmese side. These are all outside.

Our soldiers are so good, they can kill so many enemies.

But you should arrange for someone to send the Burmese body back in person.

As he spoke, Ming Xuechang stepped into the building.

The surrounding private soldiers used flashlights to illuminate the hall of the teaching building.

Then, Ming Xuechang froze on the spot.

Bodies everywhere.

Behind the corpse, several people were squatting, standing, or sitting.

And their eyes looked like they wanted to eat people.