Super Special Forces King

Chapter 409: Crazy Grenade

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It didn't take half an hour, or even more than ten minutes. All the indigenous people understood how to pull the trigger and throw grenades.

For them, shooting is still a bit difficult, after all, it is the first time to touch a tough guy with steel. But throwing grenade is much simpler.

When hunting wild beasts in the jungle, they will throw guns or sharp stones. What they need most is their heads. The iron bumps can be thrown out as stones.

According to the order of the dancer, Johnson and Yagu took the tribe people back to the same way and moved out of the cave, making a big circle.

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An hour later, the eager militants finally couldn't restrain the mania and impulse in their hearts, and began to tentatively shoot at the residents, but the sound of the guns and the bullets shot into it were like stones sinking into the sea, and even a spray did not turn up.

These militants are nothing more than a rabble around Rwanda. Three or four forces together are no more than a hundred people.

These militants even intervene between punks and mercenaries, and if they can occupy this resident, they can develop. That's why the fire ant mercenary group's station has such a big temptation for them.

There was no response to the shooting temptation, and these militants became bolder and approached in twos and threes toward the gate that had been blown up and had not been repaired.

The dancers and Zhao Qiang hiding behind the bunker had no ambiguity. They stubbornly pulled the trigger of the heavy machine gun in their hands. The violent gunfire suddenly started in the jungle, and the muzzle from the muzzle was like a tongue of flame.

The several militants who explored the way in front had no time to react and they were swept to the ground as if cutting wheat. The violent power of the heavy machine gun, the bullet fell on the ground and exploded a blood hole the size of a small washbasin, together with the body. His internal organs were crushed together, and even a little unlucky, he was directly cut in the waist by the power of a bullet, standing up and down.

The gunfire stopped abruptly, and four or five corpses collapsed on the ground. They could no longer be called corpses. It would be more accurate to describe them as broken pieces of meat. The broken door was stained red with blood.

The gunshots and deaths did not make the militants outside timid, or even make them even more crazy. There was no need for someone to give orders. They all rushed towards the gate as if they were crazy, and there were two or three people holding one. People climbed up from around the wall.

The chaotic gunfire suddenly tore through the silent morning, and the sky was just darkened but was dyed blood.

The militants who rushed in didn't care about their life or death at all, and they shot Zhao Qiang and the dancing boy with the gun in their arms.

Zhao Qiang and the dancer squeezed the trigger crazily, and the powerful recoil of the heavy machine gun made their bodies tremble slightly, the bullets poured madly, harvesting the cheap lives in front of them.

The bullets shot over made the bunker banging, the linen bag was riddled with holes, and the sand inside it splashed into the mouths and noses of Zhao Qiang and the dancer, but at the moment they two couldn’t care about it. so much.

Facing more and more enemies rushing in, the density of shooting is getting higher and higher, even if there is a cover, the safety of the two of them cannot be guaranteed.

The gate is only three to four hundred meters away from the entrance of the cave. If this continues, two people will be surrounded to death in the resident.

The militants in front of them had obviously been killed with red eyes. They didn't know how to hide them. They just used the muzzle of the gun to rush in to fight for the chance to come in. For those of them who grew up in slums, their lives, whether they belong to others or their own, are worthless and cheap.

The choreographer felt that the time was almost the same. All the places outside should have rushed into the station, pulled a handful of Zhao Qiang who was still shooting frantically, and shouted: "Retreat and retreat! Johnson, let all of your grenade Throw me into the resident, hurry, hurry!"

Zhao Qiang was obviously a little crazy. The dancer directly hugged his neck and pulled him to the ground, dragging him into the cave.

"Made, now is not the time for you to go crazy." The dancer yelled and cursed in Zhao Qiang's ear.

Zhao Qiang also reacted and quickly blocked the prepared planks at the entrance of the cave, and then topped the cabinets and beds in the cave on the planks.

When the militants in the resident saw Zhao Qiang and the dancer retreating to the entrance of the cave, they roared in excitement, the shooting became more and more frantic, and the bullets poured madly towards the entrance of the cave.

The thick plank was suddenly penetrated by bullet holes the size of a thumb, and beams of light shone into the dark cave. Along with the sawdust flying across, stray bullets roared in the cave.

At this moment, Zhao Qiang and the dancer both got into the hole of the underground palace, and the dancer shouted, "Johnson, where are you now. Mad, hurry up, or I will be killed by you!" At the end is an underground river that does not know the entrance and exit, which can be said to be a dead end.

"We have reached the position! Don't worry, I won't let these people hurt you and Brother Erqiang." Johnson said in a deep voice, then roared: "Pull out the steel pin from the grenade in your hand and throw it into the resident! "

He and the forty indigenous people on both sides of Yagu's body lined up side by side, and each of them had three or four grenades hanging on their bodies.

Hearing Johnson's roar, these indigenous people all pulled out the steel pins that had been prepared in their hands and threw them into the resident.

The accuracy of the grenade throw is too simple for these indigenous people, whoosh whoosh...One by one grenades roared into the resident.

The crazy militants in the station noticed the iron bumps flying over their heads. They didn’t realize what was going on. The violent explosions sounded one after another, and the militants who had no time to react were suddenly bombed into hornet’s nests. . Forty grenades exploded in the station at the same time, and the damage caused can be imagined, and it can even be said that there is no coverage angle.

The violent explosion also made the aboriginals who threw the grenade stunned. They didn't realize that there was such a fearful explosion from the iron lump in their hands.

They froze, but Johnson did not, and immediately roared: "Don't froze, throw all the grenades in your hand at the fastest speed!"

The aboriginals reacted immediately, and no longer had any hesitation at the moment, swish swish... all the grenade greeted the resident.

The hysterical screams mixed in the explosion sounded even more miserable. Waiting for the explosion to stop completely, the screams disappeared, as if it had never happened.

"Johnson, bring your people closer to the resident, Zhao Qiang and I will first go to find out what's going on outside!"