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Chapter 162 No, We Surrounded You

The second floor was blown upside down, and only two sides of the iron frame were left, and then there was an arched passage built by digging out the earth. There were corpses all around the entrance of the passage, and there were a few lamps with unstable voltage on the top of the head. The light bulbs were buzzing, and the light inside was not very clear, quite dark.

Xu Qing walked around, but didn't see any enemies. There was only one thing in the passage, which was a spiral staircase, which he guessed led to the first floor of the pump room, which was the bunker on the ground.

He waved back.

Qilian was silent, quietly hiding in ambush on both sides of the passage, with his ears slightly open, everyone could vaguely hear the sound of footsteps moving down carefully on the stairs.

Xu Qing made a gesture, and Ping He immediately tore off the explosive pack on his back, rolled forward on the spot, and fell towards the west entrance of the passage behind the platform.

He jumped into the side of the passage, buried the explosives near the only way down the stairs, covered it with the corpse's clothes, then withdrew back, and nodded quickly to this side from the other side of the passage.

Xu Qing understood and gave a thumbs up.

Ping He smiled.

As the footsteps descended the stairs, they got closer and closer, less than 20 meters away from them, and now everyone could hear the sound, the footsteps of heavy equipment stepping on the ground, and the sound of small gasps, because of the passage. Zooming in, everyone held their breath nervously.

Except for these people in this building, the rest are enemies.

Obviously, this is a group of American soldiers,
But these guys didn’t seem to dare to step forward rashly. They stopped behind the bunker where there was no exit, and someone shouted in half-baked Chinese: “Chinese, you are already surrounded by us. You can choose to surrender. Don’t worry. We are allies of humanitarian spirit and will never harm your life."

Qilian looked at each other in blank dismay.

There are people who understand Chinese among these guys?This is very rare.

Although everyone was surprised, they ignored it. They didn't get any response. They quickly repeated it twice, and then stopped voluntarily. The two ends of the passage suddenly fell into a strange silence.

From the corner of her eye, Xu Qing peeked at an electric light hanging above the passage, a shallow reflection of the ground was reflected outside the glass lampshade: the soldiers were hesitating on it, and a few pioneers came out slowly, holding their guns Cross step forward to try.

Xu Qing winked.

Pinghe and Song Weiguo nodded, moved their bodies, deliberately ran over from the entrance of the passage, and made a sound. As soon as he appeared suddenly, someone in the U.S. military in the passage exclaimed: "There is someone."

Crash.

There was a sound of guns being fired, and a bunch of bullets hit the ground in front of them, hitting the corpse continuously. The amplified roar of the ten-meter-long closed passage made everyone's eyelids twitch and they almost covered their ears.

But the gunfire was very dense and urgent, and it also revealed the haste. Xu Qing could guess the panic of these Americans without looking up.

puff……

Finally, the sound of bullets stopped one after another, and an officer cursed in a low voice: "Stop, stop beating, that's a dead man."

"You, go." The officer pointed to a person in the vanguard in the front row and said forward.

This guy didn't want to go up, but facing the officer's fierce eyes, he bent down and touched forward with a gun.

He was in the cold winter night of North Korea, as if he was in an oven, and cold sweat broke out on his body, because the further he went, the more he could see the corpses all over the ground, that is, their colleagues, all lying stiffly on the ground, dying with regret, some Americans , There were also wounded British soldiers who rushed over to support them. He clearly remembered that he envied these guys before, that they could hide underground without fighting, but now he was only terrified and grateful.

'only one person. ' Ping He gestured to him.

Xu Qing nodded, it was not his intention to come alone, it would be a waste of explosives.

Others also thought of this, Song Weiguo panicked, moved his feet a small half a step, rubbed against the ground and made a slight sound, but among the soldiers standing guard on both sides of the passage, the officer's face suddenly changed, everyone Shouted: "Come back."

The soldiers who were exploring the way ahead didn't want to stay any longer, and hurriedly chose a way to escape.

"Soldiers, grenade!" The officer yelled, took the lead to pull out the American grenade on his chest, and threw it at the front passageway on the spot. A dozen pineapple bombs rolled near the passageway and hit the wall and the iron frame of the platform. superior,

"He's actually a smart man." Xu Qing cursed secretly, then turned around and shouted: "Get out!"

The soldiers hid on both sides one after another, looking for cover, not being careless about this large number of high-explosive weapons.

After Xu Qing yelled, he jumped over immediately. He calculated the time for the explosion of the grenade, rushed over, and kicked a few grenades back into the passage.

"Fire! fire..." Seeing his figure, the officer inside shouted hastily, and the continuous ammunition poured out directly, covering Xu Qing. Roll and dodge.

These people also saw the grenade being kicked back, but a few seconds later, another explosion sounded from several places in the passage, at the entrance of the passage, and on the platform.

Pop, clang, clang!
A pile of steel frames flew around, and the flames irradiated the shock wave, making everyone in the Seventh Company gasp. Some American soldiers in the passage were also injured, but the officers were still shouting.

After a while of painful groans after being injured, some soldiers still got up quickly under the sound of cursing. This group of enemy troops is very tenacious and has excellent combat quality. They quickly organized the team again, formed a pair and carefully rushed to the outside of the tunnel. .

But Xu Qing was waiting for this moment, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, the explosive package buried in Pinghe unexpectedly did not explode, these guys were only a few meters away from there, and they were getting closer.

five meters.

three meters.

two meters...

Xu Qing had already seen the group of soldiers standing around the corpse, carefully searching the vicinity along the passage, but their vigilance was focused on the four sides of the passage entrance, and they did not pay attention to the corpses of their colleagues under their feet.

Whoosh.

Xu Qing drew his pistol, jumped out from behind the cover suddenly, slithered like a snake, then raised his hand, and knocked off the electric switch on the wall with two slaps.

"***! what happened?" The lights went out instantly, the surroundings were plunged into darkness, and everyone panicked subconsciously.

However, Xu Qing still kept moving. He jumped, his eyes were still piercing in the dark night, and he had insight into the details. He held Thomson with full ammunition in his left hand, and pulled the pistol in his right hand. Two tongues of flame shot out from the barrel at the same time. , The bullet shot out!
boom!
The bullet came out of the smoothbore, swished through the dark passage, and ruthlessly pierced into the surface of the explosive package, hitting accurately.

At this moment, if there is a high-speed camera shooting, you can see that the cotton and linen fabric is torn apart by the rotating bullet in a very short time, and the smoky green smoke burns on the surface of the linen in an instant, and then the smoke, lingering, Burning, raging crazily, the fire fogged up, and a huge explosion began to occur in the shock wave of the black powder!
Puff puff.

There was no scream at all, and no reaction at all. The standing group of soldiers was instantly swept down by the terrifying flames and explosives, and their bodies were blown away on the passage wall like pieces of paper.

"Okay!" Song Weiguo, Zhong Dingyi and the others saw this scene, secretly clenched their fists, feeling happy.

"superior."

Xu Qing jumped up from the ground and waved his hands. Soldiers rushed over from both sides, coming and going without being rude. They pulled out grenades and threw them into the passage, and raised their newly acquired submachine guns.

The Thomson submachine gun is one of the most commonly stocked submachine guns in the U.S. military. It sounds like a typewriter "da da da" when it is fired, and the sound is crisp, so it was given a poetic name by the Americans-Chicago printer.

Its basic ammunition capacity reaches [-] rounds, and the rate of fire is as high as thousands of rounds per minute, and all the bullets can be fired in a few seconds. With such a terrifying rate of fire, the lethality it brings is extremely terrifying.

But now the Seventh Company has a staff and enough bullets.

"Kill! Kill these American devils and avenge Lao Guang and the others!"

Immediately, the two sections of the passage sounded the voices of Americans believing in God-given, and they are now being held in the hands of communist fighters, making beautiful and joyful sounds.

Da da da da da da da da...

"Mom, I want to go home..." The wounded lying on the ground and standing soldiers couldn't help but speak out at the last moment before they died. They were no longer talking about God, but about their mother, but their voices were only at [-]:[-]. A few seconds later, it was submerged in the explosion and hail of bullets, and turned into ashes.

The ensuing battle no longer needed a long half an hour and an hour, the balance of the battle had already tilted towards the Seventh Company under Xu Qing's full efforts, and it was about to come to an end in just a few minutes.

The gunpowder smoke cleared, and the soldiers immediately came out to replenish their guns. The sound of pattering footsteps became very clear in the vicinity. The officer who shouted just now was not completely dead. And move around.

"You're not convinced?" Xu Qing smiled when he saw his appearance.

He stopped and looked at this person. It seemed that he was speaking Chinese just now. Xu Qing shook his head, looked at him and said, "Actually, you made a mistake earlier in the morning. It wasn't that you surrounded us, but we surrounded you."

After the white officer heard this, he raised his hand slightly trembling, with a pleading look in his eyes, as if he wanted to raise it, as if he had something to say.

"Ok?"

Xu Qing squatted down lightly, just about to listen to what he said, suddenly the hairs on his back stood up, and then he grabbed his trembling right hand with a brush.

He looked at the man silently for two seconds, then rolled up his sleeves, revealing a pocket pistol hidden under the sleeves. This guy wanted to pull the trigger with his fingers, but he was tightly bound and could not move at all. no.

Xu Qing's smile slowly faded.

His palm grasped the officer's arm like iron pliers, and then little by little, he lifted his hand holding the gun up, and finally touched the bottom of his own throat, aiming at his head from bottom to top.

The officer's eyes suddenly changed color. From the begging at the beginning, the vicious anger and curses after being discovered, to the growing panic at this time, he wanted to say something, but the mouth was full of blood...

"Go on."

boom!
There was a puddle of red and white ginseng paste on the ground. Xu Qing stood up slowly, wiped his hands, and wiped away the blood splattered on his body with a cloth.

"War is not about right or wrong, it's about where we stand."

clang!
He was about to turn around when he heard a slight crash on the stairs at the end of the passage.

"Who?"

Whoa!
The soldiers were searching the battlefield, vigilant around, and more than half of them discovered the clues in the first moment.

The electric light had already exploded, and Ping He and Song Weiguo took advantage of the still-burning fire on the ground to quickly rush to the stairs from both sides.

The stairs are connected to the platform, which is not too high, and there are corpses blown up everywhere, and the ground is full of mutilated corpses and limbs. No enemy was found, but they walked a few steps carefully, and Pinghe felt that something was wrong. Looking back at the pile of corpses not far away.

"Come out, hurry up!" He slammed the safety catch, holding the rifle in his hand, shouted, and all the other soldiers immediately turned their guns.

Xu Qing ran up the stairs and saw several "corpses" on the ground that everyone was pointing at. There were no blood stains on their clothes and no bullet holes.

He looked at the "corpse" on the ground, smiled slightly and said, "If you want to die, or if you want to live, choose one."

"Hey, easy, easy..." These "corpses" suddenly trembled, quickly raised their hands, and stood up cautiously.

When everyone saw it, it was indeed a few white officers, all wearing military uniforms, their bodies were clean, and they looked quite calm, and they didn't feel ashamed at all for pretending to be dead.

When the first guy was looking up to say something, he suddenly saw Xu Qing's face. After he was stunned for two seconds, his pupils shrank slightly, and he subconsciously took a step or two back.

The soldiers immediately rang the alarm bells, thinking that he was going to violently injure others, and they all pointed their guns at him, and shouted: "Don't move, don't move!"

Unexpectedly, facing the black muzzle of the gun, his face changed several times, and then he dropped the pistol unexpectedly, knelt down and shouted: "Hero, spare your life, we surrender!"

(End of this chapter)