Chapter 612

"Just a thousand people team wanted to scare me. The battalion commander didn't blow me. We were the strongest in a row. Even in the face of the ten thousand people team, we wouldn't frown." Guo Feng said with some pride, and then half shuttle bullets went out. Hundreds of meters away, at least four or five enemies were lifted to the ground.

"You're awesome, even if it's like this, I'll allow you to continue your charge. There are more than 10000 people opposite now, all to you." looking at Guo Feng's proud appearance of bragging and not paying taxes, Chunyang originally wanted to kick. But in the twinkling of an eye, he decided to stimulate the other party and hit him in the face.

Of course Guo Feng is bragging. One hundred battles and ten thousand, even if they have powerful continuous fire guns in their hands, it is difficult to do. Not to mention that the enemy is still carrying out a planned charge. Occasionally, we can see that the enemy's inspection team is behind the army.

"Er... I dare not enjoy such war feats for a long time. Let the wise battalion commander take us with me." Guo Feng knew that the cowhide was broken, but he didn't care, but said kneeling and licking. Anyway, they often play such jokes in private.

"Hum." Chunyang hummed and didn't expose Guo Feng's embarrassment. Instead, he said with a very serious expression: "no matter how many enemies come, we will kill them back. As long as we attract enough firepower from the enemy here, the less pressure there will be on the head and the faster we will succeed."

"Yes." when it comes to business, Guo Feng also put away his cynical look. While turning his gun, he shouted to the soldiers around him: "fight me, don't be afraid to waste bullets, let alone let the enemy back."

"Hit!" Ba Ba, Da Da, Tu Tu Tu

The sound of various guns represents the sound of different guns. Thousands of flames gushed together, and the enemy's impact force was suppressed in an instant. When the soldiers of Phnom Penh dynasty fell down like a hurricane, the momentum of the impact began to slow down.

Knowing that they would die if they rushed up, no one would not cherish their lives. If there were not an inspection team behind them, I'm afraid they would have turned and escaped.

The gunfire at the north gate is still ringing intensively. Soldiers in Chuanlong city are rushing to help in this direction, which means that they will not stop until they win back the gate. While everyone's attention was on the north gate, the attack at the East Gate began.

Unlike the north gate, where there is only one cold front main camp, Wu Sheng, the head of the third regiment, takes the lead at the east gate. This time, he brings a full one or two main camps, four auxiliary barracks and 5000 Lao mercenaries. What he wants is to rush into the city at one time to break the enemy's morale and destroy the enemy's fighting heart.

Yang Chendong's task is to make them tear the enemy's defense line in half like a cloud piercing arrow, so as to pave the way for the next main force to enter the city.

In order to better complete the task of the sixth young master, after discussing with political commissar Chen Bo, head Wu Sheng decided to divide his troops and attack. First, the Third Battalion Chunyang department took the north gate to attract the main force of the enemy. Then they rushed into the east gate and caught the other party unprepared. It seems that only in this way can they smoothly enter the city and carry out the task of division. Otherwise, if there are too many enemies and they are all blocked together, it is impossible to open a hole in front of a sea of people.

The plan went very smoothly. When the fight at the north gate was busy, the attack at the East Gate began. Under careful arrangement, the two main camps and rushed in. When the 40 rocket launcher directly smashed the gate of the North City, Wu Sheng came with mercenaries like an avalanche of mountains and seas.

Their killing intention is boiling on everyone, and everyone is scrambling to be the first. The guns in their hands erupt flames all the time, just like the gods coming down to earth.

But the enemy who is in their sight is often just waving a knife and making a forward movement, he will be hit by bullets, or directly killed, or fall to the ground and howl constantly. When they walk all the way and look down on them, no one is their one general, and no one can stand in front of them.

Dagen had put on his armor and ran to the north gate under the protection of a group of close soldiers. Before people could get to the bottom of the city, a messenger reported that the east gate had been broken. "Send someone to block the east gate and don't let an enemy into the city."

With the previous case of blocking the north gate, Dane was not very flustered. In his opinion, even filling it with human life can drive mercenaries out of the city.

At this moment, Dane has not paid full attention to mercenaries, or seen the real combat power of mercenaries. They really thought it was an ancient war. Relying on a large number of people, they could regain the momentum of defeat. They simply didn't know that unless they could block the momentum of mercenary charging at one time, otherwise, the emergence of troops could only form oil filling tactics, which could not play any role at all.

The war at the east gate was much more fierce than that at the north gate. One is to defend, the other is to attack; One is the auxiliary and the other is the main force. The situation is completely different. Before the true intention of mercenaries was clarified, one after another Phnom Penh army rushed near the east gate, and then one was destroyed.

If they were completely out of scale, they sent a team of 100 people and were destroyed; When a thousand person team was sent out, a thousand person team was severely damaged. When the two thousand inspection team ordered arrived here, they saw the corpses and the wounded everywhere in the street, and the main force of the second Lengfeng regiment with fireguns.

"Hit!" seeing another enemy, there was still a large number. Chen Bo, political commissar and second battalion commander, took the lead and started the continuous firing mode with the Ninth Five-Year Plan in his hand. He strode forward and constantly hooked the trigger.

Just after seeing the situation, when the inspection team without supervision was about to turn around and withdraw, the dense gunfire rang, and two thousand people immediately scattered like a stabbed honeycomb, leaving hundreds of dead bodies.

Just a face-to-face, he threw down hundreds of bodies. This strong combat effectiveness gave the inspectors an invincible feeling. It used to be others who rushed in front, but now it's finally their turn. Only then can we feel the horror and strength of mercenaries.

The enemies of the East Gate appeared one wave after another, and were beaten and disabled one wave after another, which finally attracted Dan's attention. He began to mobilize more and more soldiers to rush to the east gate, and he also dreamed of using the crowd tactics to drive the mercenaries out of the city.

"The fire gun is very powerful, but after all, when you finish firing the gunpowder, you don't have to be afraid. Just rush up. As long as you can kill one enemy, you will be rewarded with ten liang of silver, grab a fire gun, and you will be rewarded with one hundred Liang of silver!" for fear that the soldiers below will not exert any force, Dan brought people to the east gate and constantly preached along the way to improve the reward for killing, he believed, Under the stimulation of interests, there will be some people who don't want to die.

As long as these people can rush to the mercenaries, it's time for them to show their power with cold weapons.

There must be a brave man under the heavy reward!

This is undoubtedly a wise saying. Choosing to join the army is tantamount to pinning their heads on their belts. They have long been ready to die. In order to fight for a better future, many soldiers rushed towards the wusheng Lengfeng second regiment like moths to the fire.

BAM BAM... Dada

The gunfire continued. One enemy after another fell on the road of charging, but the momentum still didn't stop. Many people were approaching through the figure of their colleagues.

"I still have one magazine left." when a cold front soldier touched his waist, he suddenly touched an empty one, and he subconsciously shouted.

"I have only one magazine left."

"I have two more."

"I have one left and not one..."

The sound of chaos rushed into Wu Sheng's ear and made his face bitter. At the same time, he turned and couldn't help shouting: "who let you waste bullets like this?"

It's no wonder Wu Sheng said that before the battle, every soldier brought enough ammunition of two bases, such as the 95 gun is 600 bullets and a full 20 magazines. I thought it was enough, but who thought it would be finished so soon.

"Well, save your bullets, put on bayonets and prepare for close combat." political commissar Chen Bo shook his head reluctantly. There are too many enemies. From entering the city to now, they and auxiliary soldiers are only more than 2000 people, but they have to face dozens of waves of enemy attacks in turn. At least twenty or thirty thousand enemies were beaten away, straddled and killed by them. The result was so brilliant that it was reasonable that there were not enough bullets.

But even if they are short of bullets, they can still fight close. With their deep-rooted training, they can kill the enemy with cold weapons, and the enemy is terrified.

"Put on the bayonet." commander Wu Sheng also knew that the situation was a little critical. When he was not investigating responsibility, he also drank loudly, and then took out the bayonet pinned on his waist and inserted it into the 95 gun.

Suddenly, a white knife light appeared, as majestic as soldiers standing in a standard military posture.

"Kill!" as he ran forward, he ejected the bullet from the last magazine in his hand. Wusheng took the lead and rushed forward with a battalion, two battalions, four auxiliary barracks and 5000 Lao mercenary soldiers.

Rows of bullets were fired, and one enemy after another fell to the ground. The morale of Phnom Penh soldiers who wanted to take the opportunity to fight was a decline, followed by a rapid retreat.

The people who ran in front were better. The enemies who ran behind suffered. They didn't even have a chance to turn around, so they were caught up by mercenaries. Then the enemies exposed on their backs were stabbed by bayonets and fell to the ground with blood.