Inside the base, in the breeding factory, the fat cook took a bundle of hay to the side of the feeding trough, threw a bundle of hay into it, and then rushed over a group of rat cubs, the youngest of which were smaller than the last days. Big mice are bigger, most of them are taupe, only a few are motley.

The cook licked a few small mice that were crowded together, lifted the swill of the feet, and poured the scented scent of water inside the dead grass.

The rats don't care if these hay are oily, a bit of chewing, the dry grass is rapidly reduced, the cook is staring at the bunch of little mice, and I don't know what I am thinking. I sighed and sighed, and turned around with a bucket of water. Suddenly, From the outside, there was a roar of thunder and lightning. When the loud noise was heard, the cook was excited and loosened the bucket. Any bucket of water was rolled over the ground, but he ran outside the breeding area.

When I went out to the cook, I saw the panic of several militants. They shouted and ran over, like a bunch of headless flies. The cook didn’t know what was going on, since he was taken away by the white horse for logistics management. He kept watching the mice and knew nothing about everything outside.

"What happened?"

The cook grabbed the sleeves of an armed militant and asked the trembling. The militant was a white horse who specifically monitored the various materials, but did not buy the cook's account. He flipped the cook and shouted:

"I don't honestly yell at you..."

After that, the man raised the rifle and pulled the bolt to aim at the cook's eyebrow. When he saw the finger, he pulled the trigger and heard a scream. A sinister arrow emerged from the man's eyelid. In the horror of the cook, several militants around him fell down one after another, and then one was fully armed, carrying a nine-five rifle and carrying a sniper squad to come out.

They indifferently examined the bodies on the ground and saw the silly cook sitting on the ground. One of them frowned, took out the saber and walked to the cook. When the saber pressed against the arteries of the cook, the cook shouted out. Three words: "蟑螂哥...."

A team of fully armed fighters had not done the cold sweat from the back, and the legs were still walking in front of the trembled cook. The elite team that had appeared before had already passed, and now he is accompanied by a squadron leader who knew him before. The old team members, the old team members are talking gossip with the cook, but the cook is staring at the soldiers who have passed by, the squad leader does not care, he mainly monitors the cook to prevent him from running out and making accidents.

Huang Quan’s use of cannons is actually to attract the attention of White Horse. There are four passages in the base, three of them, nine of ten people know, all of them are dug out by honest people, but the fourth one is nobody knows. The secret passage of Houshan, because Zhang Xiaoqiang was left to escape, has always been very strict, and Baima’s time to seize the base is too short. I don’t know this road at all, and no one tells him, I am afraid that even the three sons will forget. On one side.

Wang Le is the most familiar with this road. Some of the cable bridges and dark castles of this road are designed by him. The whole three teams are stationed in this back road. These three teams are also not known to the white horse, so After Zhang Huai'an took Yang Keer to contact these people, they loyal to Yang Keer without hesitation, and the biggest backhand of the base was held in the hands of Huang Quan.

The three search teams were dispatched at the same time to clean up any lively mouths. The plan of Huang Quan was very simple. At the front, the main force of the white horse was attracted. The troops were captured by the hot springs, and all the rebels were trapped on the fence. Then the white horse will Lose everything.

Two thousand people walked in front of the cooks. These soldiers were one hundred people and one team. The whole team had gone through 20 teams. The team was neat and orderly. The walks were calm and powerful. No one looked around and the long gun on the back was with a long bayonet. As the soldiers marched forward, they were shining in the sun, as if they were swimming in the golden ocean.

The cook didn't know the soldiers, but he could also see that the soldiers in front of him were all elite. They were not the bases of the militia trained every day. That is, the 50 veterans Zhang Xiaoqiang originally brought out were able to win. These people took them. The murderousness of the rest of the battle made the cooks feel tremendous pressure on their side.

When thousands of soldiers descended down the mountain road to the valley, the forwards dispersed in vain, like mercury pouring, filling the entire valley quickly along the road, the guards of all the important guards were just horrified, and the flying bullets turned them into sieves. .

White Horse is absolutely unimaginable. There is a big problem behind him. More than 30 search squadrons control the valley to the gate of the wall. No one can run out to report. At the gate, the body is full of blood, and the blood runs down the ground. Facing the low-lying place, searching for the players behind, the gun body rumbling, the shells kept blasting on the fence, Ding Jianwei's artillery hit the quasi-and smashed, all the particles exploded on the wall, the guards on the wall had already been suppressed. I dare not look up, and a thousand infantrymen outside have already entered the Eight Diagrams and approached the wall.

The shells lit up a dazzling array of fires on the wall. From time to time, the broken human body and the broken guns flew in the air. Various garbage and debris were torn and shattered by the air waves. The seventeen-door anti-aircraft guns became long. A pile of scrap iron, all the heavy weapons that can be seen were blown into parts, and the guards on the fence scared the courage. They couldn’t do anything but kneel on their hands, not wanting to run. The shells exploded nearby, and the shrapnel shattered like the raindrops of the gravel cement. The many people were blown over by the waves, and they were in the tumbling room. Various shrapnel and stone holes were worn in their bodies.

In this kind of hell-like torment, dozens of men were scared. They held their hands~lightnovelpub.net~ and ran down the wall, but the artillery outside could not see their appearance, no one outside, It was shredded by shrapnel, and it couldn’t be seen at all. The bad luck didn’t die. It dragged the half-length body and crawled on the ground. The intestines stayed in the place and pulled out from the abdomen. After climbing more than ten meters, they were still behind. Pull out a long gut.

No one has any expectations that they can live down. They only have to hate the white horses except for regrets, or they hate the white horses deceiving them. The white horses lie to them to hold the fence. They have hundreds of guards. There are thousands of backups, plenty of ammunition, anti-aircraft guns, and high-altitude machine guns, but now? What are the things left by White Horse? Nothing was gone, only a group of cannon fodder was tormented on the wall, waiting for himself to be blown into fly ash by shells.

The ambition of White Horse has long been annihilated by the fireballs and smoke on the wall. He did not expect that the guy who commanded the artillery would be so ruthless. First, he destroyed his people, killed all the women and children, and made his immediate men’s minds chaos, and no Resolutely destroy all the anti-aircraft guns and heavy machine guns, you know, that is their own equipment, how can they not feel bad?

The white horse was wrong, and the steps were wrong. The three sons told him everything, including everything that the three sons saw in the gathering place, but there were three people who didn’t know that the arsenal discovered by Huang Quan, Zhang Xiaoqiang thought it was unnecessary. The time for the three sons stayed too short. When they took the person, they turned around and returned to the base. Therefore, the white horse wished that the camp team had already squandered the food, but did not expect that they found enough arms supply.

When Huang Quan took the cannon to the outside of the base, Baima was willing to believe that the cannon was not rotten. He guessed it well. The cannon was not rotten, but Huang Quan did not think that it could smash the wall. The wall was just a thorn. Rattan, he only needs to cut off the thorns above.