stonecrandall Chapter 280
Chapter 280
After Zhang Xing learned that Geng Jianhui used ancient poems to send out the action code, his face did not show the slightest bit of happiness, but his heart became more entangled.
Because once Geng Jianhui's action code is used to break out, Geng Jianhui must come out from the angle to launch an offensive. At that time, he will be attacked by the firepower of the entire garrison without cover, and the situation is almost certain to end.
When the garrison members headed by San Shang heard the Huaguo poem from Geng Jianhui's mouth, they all showed doubts and vigilance on their faces. San Shang also frowned slightly. Most of these ordinary garrison members did not understand the Huaguo language, so it was normal to be confused.
Although San Shang had received special training and had a certain understanding of the Huaguo language and culture, the ancient poems of Huaguo were profound. Even if he could guess that Geng Jianhui was talking about an ancient Huaguo poem, he did not understand the meaning.
Of course, let alone San Shang, even if Junji Watanabe, who is a Huaguotong, came, even if he could tell that this was an ancient poem made up of different poems, even if he knew that this ancient poem was most likely to convey some kind of action code, he would definitely not be able to guess the content of the action code.
After all, this was written by the internal code system of the National Security Bureau, and only the people of the National Security Bureau knew the code. However, there is another situation. If someone inside the National Security Bureau betrayed and told Junji Watanabe the code system, Junji Watanabe could deduce the result with his ability.
Although San Shang was puzzled, he was very careful. When Geng Jianhui read out the poem, he quickly adjusted the formation of the garrison team and gathered the remaining seven or eight people of the two teams in the center of the gate exit. The entire team changed from the initial offensive posture to a full-scale defensive posture.
Obviously, San Shang was already alert. He didn't want to disperse his forces to attack Zhang Xing and Geng Jianhui one by one. He wanted to wait for the guards behind to arrive before attacking from both sides.
About a minute later, San Shang and his garrison stood in the middle of the gate like a steel fortress, ready for battle. The garrison soldiers all had cold eyes and focused expressions, and the weapons in their hands flashed cold light in the dim light.
At this time, at the left angle, Geng Jianhui's heart was beating violently, like a war drum being beaten wildly. His breathing was rapid and heavy, but his eyes revealed a kind of determination and firmness.
The next second, Geng Jianhui suddenly rushed out from the angle like lightning. His movements were swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.
At the moment he rushed out, the gun in his hand also rang at the same time.
"Bang!" The first gunshot broke the deathly silence, and the bullet flew towards the enemy like a cannonball.
An enemy standing in the front was hit in the head by the bullet before he could react. Blood and brain matter spurted out instantly, and his body fell down like a puddle of mud.
The sudden gunshots made the garrison troops in San Shang panic instantly. They reacted immediately and fired countless bullets at Geng Jianhui.
For a time, the gunshots sounded like a rainstorm.
Geng Jianhui shuttled through the hail of bullets, his body moved flexibly left and right to avoid the enemy's attack, but the enemy's firepower was too strong and he couldn't avoid it completely.
A bullet hit his shoulder, blood gushed out immediately, and his body trembled violently, but he gritted his teeth and continued to rush forward. He knew that if he stopped, he would die.
While Geng Jianhui launched the attack, Zhang Xing followed the instructions of the action code and quietly moved to the right from behind the metal box, moving quickly and agilely.
At this moment, most of the firepower had been attracted by Geng Jianhui, so Zhang Xing had some opportunities. He quickly went around the corner, but when he was about to approach the gate, his figure was still discovered by a garrison member, who immediately shot at Zhang Xing. After hearing the gunshots here, San Shang quickly gathered the garrison team and launched another fierce attack on Zhang Xing.
Bullets rained down on Zhang Xing, and Zhang Xing had to stop and look for cover to hide.
He hid behind a pillar, panting. He knew that the situation was very critical. If he could not get rid of the enemy's attack as soon as possible, their plan would fail.
At this moment, Geng Jianhui jumped out from the angle again with a Type 96 light machine gun in his hand. His body was covered with blood, and the pain from the wound made his face pale, but his eyes were still burning with the flame of battle. He picked up the Type 96 light machine gun and fired a fierce burst at the enemy.
While Geng Jianhui was shootingAt the same time, he threw three bombs that had been prepared long ago towards the door. These three bombs were Japanese Type 97 grenades. They were cylindrical in shape, with a smooth surface and a fuse on the top. The explosion of this type of grenade was huge, and it could produce strong shock waves and a large number of fragments, causing fatal damage to the enemy.
The three grenades drew a beautiful arc in the air and then landed accurately in the area where the garrison was located.
Then, there was a shocking explosion.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The huge explosion was deafening, and the flames shot up into the sky. The strong shock wave was like an invisible giant hand, overturning everything around.
The soldiers of the garrison were blown to pieces in this sudden explosion, with heavy casualties. The smoke produced by the explosion filled the entire space, and the pungent smell made it almost impossible to breathe. Zhang Xing took advantage of the enemy's confusion and quickly rushed out from behind the bunker and ran towards the gate.
When Zhang Xing finally arrived at the gate, the gate was covered by the smoke after the explosion, and everything became blurry. However, Zhang Xing, whose mutant eyes had recovered, could clearly see everything around him. The originally solid walls were now full of holes, and broken bricks and tiles were scattered all over the ground. The ground was full of dust and blood, mixed together to form a disgusting dark red mud.
Not far behind him, a burst of dense and fierce gunfire suddenly sounded like thunder.
Zhang Xing's heart tightened instantly, and he raised his hand in panic to wipe his eyes that were blurred by gunpowder, sweat and tears. He saw a large group of guards coming from the direction of the cafeteria like a tide to join the battle, instantly making the battlefield, which was already as fierce as a meat grinder, even more bloody and tragic.
At this time, Geng Jianhui had already fallen into a desperate situation. He was attacked from all sides, like a lone boat in the storm, and was in danger of being swallowed at any time. His body was covered with shocking wounds, and blood gushed out from all parts of his body like an uncontrolled fountain, stained his white coat with blood red, and it was almost impossible to see the original color.
His left arm hung limply beside him, and a deep wound that could see the bone tore from the shoulder to the wrist. The white bones looked particularly terrifying against the background of blood. Obviously, this arm had completely lost its combat ability.
His right leg was also severely injured. A bullet was deeply embedded in the thigh muscle. Every time he moved, it was like thousands of steel needles piercing at the same time, making his steps stagger and stagger. But even so, there was still no retreat or fear in his resolute eyes. Instead, a more blazing flame burned, which was the persistent pursuit of victory and the firm commitment to the mission.
After a long and intense shooting, the Type 96 light machine gun in Geng Jianhui's hand finally made the last dull empty sound, announcing that all the bullets had been fired. The hollow gunshot seemed particularly abrupt and desolate on the noisy battlefield, as if it was a countdown to the end of life.
But Geng Jianhui did not give up resistance because of this. He tightly grasped the machine gun in his hand that had lost its firepower. His fingers became pale as paper due to excessive force, and his joints trembled slightly due to long-term tension, but his eyes were still firm and stared at the approaching enemies, as if he wanted to repel them all with his eyes.
Zhang Xing looked at the extremely tragic scene in front of him through his mutant eyes. His heart was like being stabbed by countless sharp daggers. The pain and entanglement were like two giant pythons entangled in his heart, almost tearing his soul into pieces.
Reason told him that he must leave here immediately and continue to complete the important task they shouldered. This is not only the meaning of all of them making great sacrifices, but also the best reward for Geng Jianhui.
However, the emotion was like a surging tsunami, hitting his inner defenses with overwhelming force, making his legs seem to be nailed to the ground, unable to move at all.
How could he bear to leave his team leader, who was both his teacher and friend, and leave alone? The friendship between them had long surpassed the ordinary comradeship. Geng Jianhui was not only his team leader, but also his spiritual pillar and guide in this cruel war.
Just as Zhang Xing fell into extreme painful hesitation, in the firelight, Geng Jianhui's tall and firm figure was like a towering mountain, exuding awe-inspiring power. His face was covered with blood and dust, and his originally handsome face was now covered with blood, but his bright eyes still flashed with a firm light, like the brightest stars in the night sky.
He used up the last bit of his strength and rushed towards ZhangZhang Xing shouted at the top of his lungs: "Go, leave me alone!"
His voice was hoarse and broken, with a strong smell of blood, but the determination and firmness contained in it was like a heavy hammer, hitting Zhang Xing's heart hard.
In this moment of life and death, time seemed to freeze.
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