This is the difference between White Horse and Huang Quan. If it is a calculation, Huang Quan is not as good as a white horse, but it is a dead horse in front of Huang Quan.

The light infantry that was tempted has not yet approached, and the white horse’s troops have completely collapsed. What is worse than the collapse is that the rest of the people are all suppressed by the wall and can’t move. The following are excited. The men who accepted the rifle have already run the second. Net, even his subordinates couldn’t hold it. Those people just took the rifle bullets. If it was urgent, the bullets would first hit them, so the people below could only watch the men throwing the guns at the ground. There is no trace of running, no one has the confidence to block, they pin all their hopes on the white horse, no woman can grab it, as long as they can live.

White Horse did not disappoint them, shouting on the 18-meter-high wall:

"Go in, put all the supplies on the gasoline, control all the skilled workers, will..."

I was reminded by the white horse that all of them were awakened. Their only way to live was to kidnap the entire base and exchange the safety of the entire base for their lives. For a time, more than twenty men below ran to the valley and ran. Still shouting to open the door,

When they approached the gate, the door opened and they accelerated to run over. They rushed into the gate. Suddenly, the muzzle of a 89-type heavy machine gun was exposed in the eyes of everyone. The 89-type heavy machine gun was placed behind the door, one meter high. Two strange soldiers stared at them coldly, and when they opened their mouths, the heavy machine guns opened fire...

The white horse was standing on the watchtower, even if he was parked with a pair of 14.5 mm high-altitude machine guns, he could not give him a sense of security. In an hour, he lost all his chips, and now he can no longer command any One person, the only one who can control is himself.

There are dozens of his men in the watchtower. These men are completely chaotic. No one wants to listen to him. They put the imprisoned He Wenbin and the three sons out and directly surrendered to the soldiers outside the watchtower.

The shelling on the wall has stopped, and hundreds of men with their hands on their heads are coming down. The clothes on them are ragged, stained with large black smoke, and there are traces of burning by flames in many places.

There was a mess on the wall, and numerous bodies were lying on top of each other. Blood ran down the drain and slammed. Hundreds of people were killed by shells. Most of them died without a whole body. They were surrounded by open flames and smoke. The broken weapon parts were scattered everywhere. The two long barrels were twisted into an S-shape, and the base fell to the ground. Behind the base, the entire floor was covered with a layer of black sauce and sauce. The pieces of wood, the shells were detonated, and the entire gun group was destroyed in an instant, the ground was blown out of a shallow pit, and several curved steel bars were exposed.

The white horse looked at the scattered more than a thousand soldiers below to fill the entire residential area, and countless muzzles were facing him standing at the highest point.

"Giggle..."

The noise of his teeth collided with him, and the four hands stood out from behind the double-armed high-altitude machine gun. With his hands raised above his head, he didn't care that their leader was standing beside them. One person had two rows of big teeth that kept colliding up and down. It seemed that he was cold and straight in the late autumn.

White horse looked up at the blue sky and finally closed his eyes, pulled out the pistol at the waist, opened the insurance, and pointed at his temple.

"call out……."

A whisper, I don’t know where the eight-eighth sniper rifle bullets hit the white horse’s gun, the white horse screamed, holding the bleeding right hand, and the black-type 92-type pistol rolled in the air and fell under the watchtower. On the ground, it makes a strange noise.

"Don't want me to die so much?"

When the white horse looked up and walked out of the watchtower with his hands, he couldn't help but smile, and then the three appeared in front of him. The three sons looked very bad, their eyes were bloodshot, and it seemed that they had not slept for a long time. A layer of dead gray, hair like a grassy nest pulled over the eyes, without the previous black oil, scattered with the usual yellow.

"Old classmate, are you coming to kill me? This thing has nothing to do with you, it is all I do, take my head and give them an account..."

The man will die, and his words are good. Baima feels that he is really sorry for the three sons. Although he has always looked down on the three sons, after joining the base, the three sons have been taking care of him. Now he is defeated, he is forever There is no chance to compensate for the three sons.

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

When Sanzi said this sentence with no expression, he no longer cares about defrauding his trust, but another hand ruined his old classmate. If he can re-live once, he will first explode the chrysanthemum of his class teacher, **** it. The soul tutor has ruined him forever, whether it is before the end of the world or after the end of the world.

"Ugh!"

White horse smiled bitterly, and the meaning of the three sons was very clear. This time, the three sons were afraid to pay for He Wenbin. He followed the three sons and walked down step by step. He passed the room where He Wenbin was held. He saw the lying at a glance. He Wenbin in the hospital bed, He Wenbin has been thin and only left bones.

He Wenbin’s death was planned by Baima, but he did not really want to kill He Wenbin. He just wanted He Wenbin to lose his ability to move, and let the base power center move to the hands of the three sons. It’s just that the people who started it didn’t know how important it was. Unfortunately, that has A woman with a water-smooth waist, I am afraid that this time she will die very badly.

"Three sons, this time I have nothing to say, I am too ambitious, sometimes I can't see myself, but I am tired of you. In fact, you and the woman are not as serious as you think, with you and that." Brother's relationship ~lightnovelpub.net~ He will not open the net, I should not use this thing to influence you, if you really hate me, you will kill me, you can die in your hands, I am willing to..."

The white horse walked around the three sons and wanted to talk to the three sons in the same way as usual. The three sons suddenly stopped and turned to look at the white horse and said:

"Prince, in fact, you don't know my brother. I don't care about ten or twenty women. As long as I follow him and listen to him, there are occasional problems and I will not be punished by him.

But my brother hates being betrayed, or someone doesn't say hello. The woman is named after her. Any official team member or manager can't touch her. It also blames me for being confused, and the woman is covered with me. If I can kill her with my heart, it will be a hundred, but it is not good to regret it.

In fact, some things you have done, I can guess, you count me, why don't I want to calculate you? You have something hidden outside, I want to wait until my brother returns, I use your family to redeem, but unfortunately, my brother is gone, I am also a trick.... ”

The three sons shake their heads and don't want to talk about it. The white horses understand that the three sons are not as incompetent as he thinks. The three sons also found that they are not right. They will count on them and want to use him to invite the brothers, but Zhang Xiaoqiang unexpectedly. The disappearance made the three sons feel overwhelmed, so he succeeded in his power.

"Forget it, it is useless to say more, He Wenbin is already dead, someone has to be buried with him, not me is you, or two of us, but I have to supply the woman around He Wenbin, everything is destroyed by that woman. He Wenbin, I am the last one to live."

The white horse's face was slightly distorted. He owed it to others, and at most, he said something good and added a sentence, but he felt that others were sorry for him. He wanted the life of that person.