Apocalypse Cockroach

Zhang Xiaoqiang's plan was denied by Joe, but was madly endorsed by Zhao Jun, for no other reason. One of the two infantry tanks that struck with the main force was operated by him himself.

Zhang Xiaoqiang divided the entire operation into three parts. The first step was for him and Meow to dive into a camp, find arms and oil to blow up, and then, with his hands and complex terrain, create chaos in the camp, waiting for backup. Joe's team and his mission were similar, except that Joe had three heavy machine guns plus a recoilless gun, a 35-mm grenade launcher and an 82-mm mortar as backup.

The most critical step was the task of Zhao Jun, who first cut out the sentry of the target battalion, then discharged a reconnaissance company of 40 horses to set fire across the entire camp. The last two infantry chariots chased behind the reconnaissance company into the camp to create panic, and together with the eight assault vehicles following him, strangled the entire battalion's enemies.

Once they have initially completed the strangulation mission, they will leave the reconnaissance company to clean up the remaining enemies. The only barrier Zhang Xiaoqiang has is his and Meow's ability and protective armor.

At sunset, in the afterglow of the sunset, the trenches on the outskirts of the town and the barbed wire stain a layer of red gold, a cool land, red soil, the town of Shawther, and the brass shells reflecting a little light on the ground, all describing the desolation and cruelty of the end.

Three finished typefaces made the wolf flag camp surrounded by the town a little more alive and lively. They came out of the boring tent and enjoyed fresh air that was not roasted by the fierce sun. As the green smoke of cooking floated, at one time the three camps became a sea of joy. The Mongolian songs and rumors even faintly reached Zhang Xiaoqiang here, and occasionally heard women screaming.

The task of the three wolf flag battalions was simply to surround the town and keep people out of it, so it was not too tense. Although there were patrols, they were not too far from the camp nor too dense. On average, five teams from one camp, plus two small cars, patrolled the town, only to guard the town and not to be a little vigilant outside.

Mongolians' liveliness lasted until the middle of the night. Women's screaming and crying never broke. With Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes, he could still see the side of the campfire. Hundreds of naked ass women were chased by Mongolians for fun. Obviously, this was one of the few pleasures Mongolians had, and the only victims were Han women.

His own compatriots reached this point, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt like a burning iron burning his heart and mouth, an anger almost burst his chest, his heart had sentenced all Mongolians here to death, although he had never wanted to be taken prisoner.

Around 3 o'clock, the noisy camp became quiet and the number of patrols began to increase, but only a few came and went. Obviously, the Mongolians had no habit of rotating, and waited a little longer. By more than 4 o'clock, the patrols also began to lazy, took a cool night ride, hid back in the tent and slept, and the patrolling vehicles were not one.

Zhang Xiaoqiang set out with meow. With his departure, three shadows simultaneously touched the Mongolian camp. Zhang Xiaoqiang and Meow were the easiest, too many times more agile to make a sound, diving into their target camp as quickly as possible.

There were still guards in the camp. Two Mongolians with rifles sat lazily at the door of the camp and smoked in the nest of machine-guns made of sandbags. Zhang Xiaoqiang was about to go around. The meow around him suddenly disappeared. The shadow flashed. Two Mongolians were talking with cigarette rolls. He said that their heads had suddenly fallen to the ground, and at this time they had not found themselves dead.

Zhang Xiaoqiang then pounced, picked up two sandbags and stuffed them on the broken neck that was spraying blood, pressed the body under the sandbags, and turned his head to whisper to the meow back to him: “Next time, be careful, you're a girl, why are you so bloody. ”

Come on, Zhang Xiaoqiang removed the trigger of the machine gun and continued to search forward with a grieving meow. On this quiet night, Zhang Xiaoqiang and Meow's hearing was insensitive. Whether Ming or Hidden, they could be spotted in the first place, but Meow seemed to kill addiction. Once discovered, they would disappear from Zhang Xiaoqiang's side for the first time, and Zhang Xiaoqiang had to cover up the bloody smell every time. Finally, he gave up preaching meow, carried a bag of sand, followed by meow, and sanded the neck without his head.

I don't know why, the seemingly biggest camp has so many mingly dark posts. Zhang Xiaoqiang has filled in more than twenty blood pits, but Meow can always find new sentries. Without the ghostly shadow of Meow, Zhang Xiaoqiang won't necessarily be able to take these mingly dark posts.

When the two men turned a circle, packed up a platoon of sentries, Zhang Xiaoqiang had the chance to find their target. There were two platoons of trucks just behind the camp center, a few hundred meters behind the truck, and a lot of large boxes covered with tarp. These items were stacked separately and there was nothing else around 100 meters away.

The temporary refuelling point was in another place, where a large pit was excavated and a large oil drum yard was placed in the large pit, obviously prepared for fire protection, even if the oil drum burning explosion would not affect the surrounding area.

Seeing those oil drums, Zhang Xiaoqiang had some headaches, which was not in line with the plan. Even if he detonated it, he could only create a huge pile of campfires, which could not cause confusion. Zhang Xiaoqiang also looked at the ammunition, which was almost a cluster ammunition reserve. So much ammunition he could not afford to blow up, which was very tangled.

Zhang Xiaoqiang committed another crime of financial virtue. He did not know that he was in this camp where the right wing of the Wolf Flag Army was located. The ammunition and fuel materials of the three battalions were accumulated here. The two battalions outside retained only one to two base numbers of standard ammunition at most.

In anticipation of the confusion in the other two camps, Zhang Xiaoqiang stamped his foot, rushed to the big pit and picked up an oily large oil barrel and ran to the top of the tent, placing the oil barrel next to the tent code.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was like a diligent porter, putting a dirty large oil drum along the tent code, thanks to the small strength, hundreds of oil drums were placed by his size in various places, including which vehicles parked on the open ground.

Just as the oil barrels in the pit were being removed by about half, a bright red night sky, a loud noise coming from the wolf riding camp on the side, then the other camp fell into countless fire meteors, blowing up a flame, the dense gunfire simultaneously sounded on both sides, and at the same time there was the sound of shocks fired by machine guns.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's camp blew up a nest, various shouts rang from the tent, countless men with bare arms naked, grabbed rifles and rushed out of the tent, then they looked at the wolf camp with the night sky lit on both sides, both camps lit countless fireheads, meteorological rain like stray bullets convection with each other, more numerous large apertures in the camp set off a burst.

At a time when they were so confused, gunshots were fired at their camp that they had not found a place to rob them. A little glitter flashed over the corner of several people's eyes and hit the oil barrel next to them, followed by a huge flame roll that rolled the ten people next to the tent into the fire.

All naked men blew up their nests and a dozen barrels were continuously detonated, rolling the wolf flag soldiers running by the barrels into flames, screaming and crying, a fireman running around, or unable to survive the pain, falling on the ground burning and struggling to shrink into a bunch, or rushing into other tents to ignite the entire tent.

The barrel explosion is still ringing, no one feels safe around them, and every barrel explosion will roll out a large, spray-shaped flame, and no one knows if they have barrels around them.

The whole camp is a mess, the soldiers cannot find the general, they will not find the soldiers. Whenever an officer comes out with a pistol and shouts out, the first one just shouts out, he will always be blown off without interest. No one knows where the bullets are coming from. Some soldiers can't help but fear and shoot around, striking a piece of blood mist at countless of their own people who have accumulated in the fire, and from time to time, bullets detonate other oil barrels, causing greater panic.