Under the high pressure of a series of killing weapons such as machine guns, hand L, rifles, etc., the riot team with more than two thousand people collapsed instantly.

Chill, fright, fear and other negative emotions spread silently in the crowd, and the flustered and nervous words were constantly passed on, affecting everyone around them.

Most of the people were desperate, seeing no possibility of running out, and they didn't have the courage to face machine gun shooting again.

Below, the densely packed regular army is advancing upward at a very fast speed. Many people faced the muzzle, blasted D and hand L, and unconsciously raised their hands and made a gesture of surrender.

"Do it again, there are not many people on the big platform. We can go out together!" Jiang Xue shouted while shooting the soldiers coming up from the lower position.

"Brothers, rush with me again!" Old Joe yelled unwillingly: "Crash out of the big platform, we can go home."

Some people heard the shouts and approached in Old Joe's direction; others stood numbly on the spot, motionless; some even shouted surrender, raising their hands and running down.

"Buzz!"

Inside the tunnel, the sound of the motor was surging, and four armored vehicles rushed up from behind.

The vehicle-mounted machine gun full of mechanical rods, the small-caliber howitzer mounted on the left side of the front, and the invulnerable guard plate of the armored vehicle appeared in front of everyone without warning.

"Da da da da...!"

The machine gun roared, and the workers behind and those who ran down to surrender were swept down one by one.

"No more fight, no more fight..."

"Surrendered, I **** don't want to die."

"...Old Joe, surrender, or we will all be gone."

"...!"

Human nature is like this, thinking about death and really facing death are always two mentalities. At this moment, even the hard-boned and courageous leading workers have completely collapsed. They either persuaded Old Joe, or sat limp on the ground and gave up the struggle.

More than two thousand people were held in the upper tunnel, like walking corpses, no longer moving.

"Follow me again," Jiang Xue roared, "If you want to die, die first, don't give up!"

No one answered him, and there was no response, including Old Qiao, who was already sitting on the ground numbly, at a loss.

"Meng Xi, you take someone to charge again. Believe me, there is still a chance." Jiang Xue hid behind the bunker, shooting while shouting: "We stopped, you charge."

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"Boom!"

The small-caliber D artillery fired.

"Boom!"

The pillars of the reinforced concrete wall were shattered like paper. Jiang Xue was caught off guard and his ears became numb, and his brain fell to the ground blankly.

"Director!"

"Brother Jiang!"

"...!"

10 military intelligence personnel gathered around and stretched out their hands to pull out Jiang Xue from the ruins.

At the entrance of the tunnel, Meng Xi, He Qiang, who suffered minor injuries, and He Dachuan, who had been shot in the leg, all sat limply on the ground at this moment.

"Can't go back." He Dachuan said lightly.

"Dachuan, surrender...maybe there are still a few people left behind when you surrender." A bandit said nonchalantly: "They won't kill all the more than two thousand people."

He Dachuan looked at the ceiling and said nothing.

Below.

The armored vehicles and soldiers all stalled, holding their guns, and aiming at the insurgent team murderously.

"Noisy!"

A burst of electric microphone sounded in the tunnel, where the gunfire stopped and suddenly became abnormally quiet.

"For all the workers involved in the riot, I will give you all your weapons within 30 seconds, and kneel on the ground with your head on both sides of the wall, waiting for processing." Li Zhixun's extremely gloomy voice came from the loudspeaker: "If you continue Resist, this will become a slaughterhouse, and you will all be killed."

While Li Zhixun shouted, at the entrance of the upper level of the tunnel, the soldiers who had originally blocked the large platform quickly rushed out. They are holding weapons, stuck at the entrance, ready to counterattack and press.

Below, the soldiers saw that most of the workers had given up resistance, so they did not rush forward. They were afraid that someone would resist in the team and cause fearless casualties. They were also afraid that they would get out of control if they were mixed into more than 2,000 people at close range. .

"I'll repeat it again. For all the personnel involved in this riot, I will limit you to surrender their weapons within 30 seconds. They will walk along the sides of the wall and kneel on the ground with their heads on the ground!!!"

Just halfway through Li Zhixun's words, Jiang Xue, who was stunned just now, suddenly got up from the ground.

He was covered with dust, and there were blood holes everywhere on his face, body, and torso. His clothes were torn, his ears were bleeding, and he looked around blankly.

"Hand over guns, kneel on the ground with your head!" The Chinese-speaking officer below also began to roar loudly, and led people to step forward and slowly pressed forward.

"Kneel, I'm kneeling your mother B!"

Jiang Xue tossed the dust from his hair, picked up the gun again, and shouted in a loud voice: "People from the military intelligence team, fight with me!"

When the voice fell, ten military intelligence personnel, all holding the looted guns, looked at the upper passageway as if they were dead.

"M's, punch!"

Jiang Xue ignored He Dachuan, Meng Xi, Lao Qiao and others, but only shouted at his own people and rushed forward.

The soldiers at the entrance above thought that the gang of rioting workers had surrendered, and they were ready to hold the steel shield and press down, but they did not expect Jiang Xue and the eleven of them to counterattack.

Along the way, Jiang Xue and others passed through the crowd and collectively fired at the entrance above.

The four soldiers who were caught off guard were swept down in an instant, but the others also reacted and started to fight back with machine guns.

The courage of 11 people who didn't know where it came from, rushed to meet Zi D.

Jiang Xue was at the forefront. He lighted the sub D in the gun, and lowered his head to replace the spare J that he had looted.

"Da da da……!"

Several machine guns D swept over ~lightnovelpub.net~ Jiang Xue's left forearm was directly swept into pieces.

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The palms and wrists were broken into several knots, and they fell to the ground in all directions.

Ten military intelligence personnel from the eighth district rushed out less than 20 meters. Five of them were killed and fell to the ground.

They did not make any noise during their lives, nor did they instigate other workers, leaving only a back figure charging forward.

Five people died, three were injured, and the remaining two, relying on the bunker, still shot at the tunnel entrance.

There were not many people coming out of the entrance. After being hit by 11 people, there were no wounded or dead soldiers and they immediately got back to the big platform.

Beside the wall, Meng Xi, He Dachuan, Lao Qiao, He Qiang, including the workers who were ready to surrender, looked at Jiang Xue and others dumbfounded, with inexplicable emotions resonating in their hearts.

Eleven people rushed to death and fell on the upward gentle slope. This scene shocked every worker present.

Jiang Xue broke his left forearm and was covered in blood. After lying on the ground for a few seconds, he held the ground with one hand and got up again.

"Kneel down?!!! M, since the war on the Northwest Front, have you seen which core officer and senior officer in the three major districts have kneeled down to you?!" Jiang Xue looked stubborn and shouted with a gun in one hand: "All Those in military uniforms, carry out my orders and attack the target location! People cannot go back, so the soul must go back to me!"

The two military intelligence personnel followed Jiang Xue and rushed forward to the upper entrance.

Meng Xi looked at the three of them and slowly stood up. He may have thought that he used to be a soldier, and he had sworn an oath under a banner in the Eighth District; or maybe he didn't want to be caught, but was squandered and killed as a leader...

He picked up the gun that was put down, and yelled, "Go home!!!"