Volume 3 Chapter 1075

Chapter 1075

This is the difference between the white horse and the yellow spring. In terms of calculations, the yellow spring is not as good as the white horse, but when it comes to fighting, the white horse is a dead horse in front of the yellow spring.

Before the tentative light infantry approached, the Baima troops were completely disintegrated. What was worse than the disintegration was that the rest of the people were all suppressed against the wall and could not move. The men who received the rifles had already run away in a hurry. Well, even his subordinates can't hold back the bullets. Those people just took the rifle bullets. If they are in a hurry, the bullets will be shot at themselves first, so the subordinates below can only watch those men throw the guns on the ground , ran without a trace, and no one had the confidence to stop them. They pinned all their hopes on the white horse. There was no woman to snatch, as long as they could survive.

The white horse did not disappoint them, and shouted on the eighteen-meter-high wall:

"Go in, pour gasoline on all the supplies, control all the skilled workers, and..."

After being reminded by the white horse, all those subordinates came to their senses. Their only way out was to kidnap the entire base and exchange the safety of the entire base for their lives. At that moment, more than 20 men below ran towards the valley together, while running They were still yelling to open the door. When they approached the gate, the gate opened. They accelerated and ran over, and were about to rush into the gate. Suddenly, the muzzle of a Type 89 heavy machine gun was exposed in the eyes of everyone, and the Type 89 heavy machine gun was shot. Behind the door, at a height of one meter, two strange soldiers stared at them with cold eyes. Just as they opened their mouths to shout, heavy machine guns fired... The white horse stood on the watchtower in despair, even though there was a parked car beside him. Even the dual 14.5mm anti-aircraft machine guns did not give him a sense of security. Within an hour, he lost all his bargaining chips. Now he can no longer command anyone, and the only thing he can control is himself.

There were still dozens of his subordinates in the watchtower. These subordinates were completely in disarray. No one wanted to listen to him. They released the imprisoned He Wenbin and his third son, and directly surrendered to the soldiers surrounding the watchtower.

The shelling on the wall had stopped, and hundreds of men with their hands raised above their heads were coming down. Their clothes were torn and torn, stained with black smoke, and many places still had traces of being burned by flames.

The top of the wall was in a mess, with countless corpses lying on it, blood flowing along the gutter, hundreds of people were killed by shells, most of them were dead, open flames and thick smoke were everywhere around them , Broken weapon parts were scattered all over the place. The two thick and long gun barrels were twisted into an S shape, and they fell on the ground with the base. Behind the base, the entire ground was covered with a layer of black sauce and meat. The wood fragments and shells were detonated, destroying the entire battery in an instant, and a shallow pit was blown out on the ground, exposing several bent steel bars.

The white horse watched blankly as more than a thousand soldiers scattered below filled the entire residential area, and countless guns were pointed at him who stood on the highest point and looked out.

"Cluck..."

There was the sound of teeth colliding beside him, and four men stood out from behind the twin anti-aircraft machine guns without firing a single shot. With his hands raised above his head, he didn't care that their leader was standing beside them, and his two rows of big teeth kept bumping up and down, as if he was already swaying coldly in this not so cold late autumn.

The white horse looked up at the blue sky, finally closed his eyes, pulled out the pistol at his waist, opened the safety, and pointed it at his temple.

"call out……"

With a soft sound, the 88-type sniper rifle bullet that came out from nowhere hit the white horse's wrist holding the gun. The white horse let out a scream and covered his bleeding right hand. There was a rattling noise on the ground.

"Don't you want me to die so happily?"

The white horse looked at the subordinates who walked out of the watchtower with their hands raised, and couldn't help smiling bitterly. Then the third son appeared in front of him. The third son's complexion was very bad, his eyes were bloodshot, and he seemed to have not slept for a long time. There was a layer of dead gray, and the hair drooped above the eyes like a messy grass nest, without the black oil before, it was as yellow as withered grass.

"Old classmate, are you here to kill me? This matter has nothing to do with you, I did it all, take my head and give them an explanation..."

People who are about to die have good words. Baima feels that he is really sorry for the third son. Although he has never looked down on the third son, after joining the base, the third son has been taking care of him. Now that things fail, he will never There is no chance to make up for the third son.

"He Wenbin is dead, someone needs to be responsible, you can't afford this responsibility,"

The third son said these words with a blank face, and ignored this old classmate who cheated him into trusting him, but ruined him with one hand. If he could live again, he would be the first to explode the ass of his head teacher, damn it His soul mentor ruined his whole life, whether it was before the end of the world or after the end of the world.

"well!"

The white horse smiled wryly. The meaning of the third son was very clear. This time, the third son might have to pay for He Wenbin's life. He followed behind the third son and walked down step by step. Passing by the room where He Wenbin was being held, he saw the lying He Wenbin on the hospital bed, He Wenbin was so thin that only his bones remained.

He Wenbin's death was planned by Baima, but he didn't really want to kill He Wenbin, he just wanted to make He Wenbin lose his ability to act and transfer the power center of the base to the third son, but the person who did it didn't know the severity. A woman with the waist of a water snake, I'm afraid she will die a miserable death this time.

"Third son, I have nothing to say this time. I am too ambitious, and sometimes I can't see myself clearly, which hurts you. In fact, the matter between you and that woman is not as serious as you think. It is not as serious as you and that cockroach. Regarding the relationship between my brother, maybe he won't be lenient, I shouldn't use this matter to influence you, if you really hate me, you can kill me, if I can die in your hands, I am willing..."

The white horse walked beside the third son, just like usual, talking to the third son in a chatty tone, the third son suddenly stopped, turned to look at the white horse and said:

"Prince, in fact, you don't know Brother Cockroach. He doesn't care if I marry ten or twenty women. As long as I follow him and listen to him, I won't be punished by him if I have some problems occasionally.

But Brother Cockroach hates betrayal or someone who doesn't listen to greetings. That woman was named by Brother Cockroach. No official team member or manager can touch her. It's also my fault for being drunk and having sex. That woman fell in love with me again. If I could be ruthless and kill her, it would be a one-hundred-and-a-half, but, this regret medicine is not good.

In fact, I can also guess some of the things you do. You plot against me, why didn't I intend to plot against you? You have something hidden outside, and you wanted to wait until Brother Cockroach came back, and I would use your belongings to make atonement, but unfortunately, Brother Cockroach is no longer here, so I missed a move..."

The third son shook his head and didn't want to continue, but the white horse understood that the third son was not as incompetent as he thought, and the third son also found out that something was wrong, so he decided to use him to claim credit for Brother Cockroach, but Zhang Xiaoqiang was surprised The disappearance made the third son at a loss, which is why he succeeded in usurping power.

"Forget it, it's useless to say too much. He Wenbin is dead. Someone has to be buried with him. It's either me or you, or the two of us. However, I have to confess the woman next to He Wenbin. Everything was ruined by that woman. Killing He Wenbin will kill my last chance of survival."

Baima's face twisted slightly, he owed others, at most, said some kind words and said sorry, but he felt that others were sorry for him, and he wanted that person's life.