Expedition to Europe

The oil depot is not far from the dock where the gunfight broke out, at most 500 meters.

As Ren Zhengzhong and his team rushed over, the gunfire became more and more frequent. The crisp continuous shooting of the Lewis machine gun and the dull shooting of the shotgun were particularly clear in the intermittent shooting of the Lee Enfield.

Ren Zhengzhong was in a heavy mood. The commandos were equipped with Lewis and shotguns. It was certain that the port garrison must have discovered Hong Tongshu and his team.

"Boss, do we want to join?" Lance suddenly asked in a low voice.

"Join? It depends on the situation. If possible, we have to find a way to rescue people." Ren Zhengzhong didn't want to give up his comrades.

"Then it's better to get the rubber boat here first." Lance looked for a way out.

"Damn, I almost forgot, you and Jackson go quickly, get the rubber boat here, and come to pick up people when you see the signal." Ren Zhengzhong suddenly realized.

All three teams tonight prepared signal guns, three different colors, representing three meanings respectively.

Lance and Jackson heard Ren Zhengzhong's order, and without much hesitation, they turned around and ran back the way they came.

The dock was really full of running military police, and it was as messy as a vegetable market. Ren Zhengzhong and his men were not conspicuous at all, and no one noticed them at all.

In a corner of the dock, Hong Tongshu and his three men were suppressed in the gap of the breakwater. The Russian Petrov skillfully operated the Lewis burst to suppress the colonial soldiers who wanted to rush over. The Frenchman Bert Arnold huddled behind Petrov and fiddled with grenades, wondering if he would throw one out, and occasionally shooting with the shotgun in his hand.

Hong Tongshu hugged Tang Deshou, whose chest and abdomen were stained with blood, and tried to suppress the wounds that were gushing out blood. He kept calling Tang Deshou's name: "C5, hold on, hold on, your children are still waiting for you, your wife is waiting for you, C5, wake up..."

Hong Tongshu and his men all had code names, and Tang Deshou's number was C5.

This is the sadness of the commandos. They don't even have a name. Even if they die, no one will know.

"Boss, stop busying yourself. I can't do it anymore... Don't blame me. I hate that bastard Mallory. I'm happy to die with him. Boss, don't blame me. I don't want to drag my brothers down with me..." Tang Deshou spoke intermittently, with blood foam pouring out of his mouth, mixed with small pieces of internal organs. Under such conditions, such a serious injury cannot be rescued at all.

Tang Deshou is actually a Sarawakian. He was originally a member of the Sarawak Resistance Army. In the battle a while ago, British Major Mallory led the colonial army to occupy Tang Deshou's village, and then Mallory ordered the Malays to massacre the village. More than 400 people died, including Tang Deshou's family.

When Tang Deshou followed Hong Tongshu and others to sneak into the port area to install bombs, Tang Deshou found Mallory who had just returned to Mersing from Sarawak for vacation. So hatred completely occupied Tang Deshou's mind. Tang Deshou suddenly jumped up and killed Mallory and his two followers. Tang Deshou was then shot by the guards on the dock.

Hong Tongshu mentioned Tang Deshou's "wife and son" just to awaken Tang Deshou's will to survive. In fact, Tang Deshou's wife and children had been slaughtered by the colonial army of British Malaya, and their bodies had been burned.

"Why are you so stupid? It's not a big deal to kill Mallory. It's not worth it..." Hong Tongshu was in a heavy mood.

"Haha, the head is worth it, C4, C6, let's be brothers in the next life..." Tang Deshou's voice was almost inaudible.

"C5, walk slowly, wait for me..." Petrov's voice was calm and palpitating.

"Damn, I don't want to die here, boss, will A1 come back to save us?" Porter Arnold adjusted his posture and threw the grenade in his hand in a prone position. The result was very good, at least 60 meters.

"They'd better not come, otherwise we can't escape." Hong Tongshu was aware of sacrifice.

"Fuck, then I'll drag a few more people with me." Porter Arnold stood up, pulled the shotgun in his hand frantically, and shot in the direction of the colonial soldiers.

"Come on, let's see, these monkeys don't have the ability to keep us." Hong Tongshu gently put down Tang Deshou in his arms, picked up Tang Deshou's shotgun and put it on his back, and then pulled out Tang Deshou's pistol and inserted it on his belt.

When two people meet on a narrow road, the brave will win!

Just when Hong Tongshu was ready to fight to the death, Ren Zhengzhong and the last team member Roger Theodore had already arrived at the crossfire area.

"B2..." Suddenly someone called Ren Zhengzhong's code name.

Ren Zhengzhong looked back when he heard the sound. Chen Guorong and Baker were standing in the shadow of the container on the roadside.

Code names like "B2, A1" are not eye-catching in Western military camps. In order to facilitate communication on the battlefield, many people are always used to using nicknames instead of names. "B2, A1" is considered good, some are even more unpleasant, and some even use genital adjectives as nicknames.

Chen Guorong heard the gunshots here at the first time, so he rushed here early and waited for Ren Zhengzhong on the roadside.

"What should we do? It must be C3 and them. Should we go over?" Ren Zhengzhong threw the decision to Chen Guorong.

It's not that Ren Zhengzhong is cold-blooded, but the commando has such a rule. If this situation happens, Ren Zhengzhong and Chen Guorong can retreat directly, which is not considered abandoning their comrades.

"How many candies do you have?" Chen Guorong asked in a low voice.

"Candies" is a synonym for timed incendiary bombs and timed explosives.

"Five." Ren Zhengzhong said concisely.

When Lance Rutherford installed the incendiary bomb, there was no interference at all, so Lance Rutherford only installed eight, and it was certain that the oil depot could be destroyed.

"I still have three here, set the time to 2:50, and there are still 15 minutes from now." Chen Guorong was decisive.

Ren Zhengzhong didn't ask why. Several people squatted in a dark corner and fiddled with it for a while, and set all the explosion times to 2:50.

Ren Zhengzhong and his team's specialty is not blasting, but they still have no problem using time bombs. At most, they are not as skilled as Lance Rutherford and his team.

Just as Chen Guorong and his men were adjusting the bombs, the gunfire intensified again. The British sent out a death squad to charge at Hong Tongshu and his men's hiding place.

Not surprisingly, this charge ended in failure.

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Before Hong Tongshu and his men ran out of bullets, they could not use the human wave tactics to kill them with these colonial soldiers. The soldiers in the commando team were all good fighters. If it weren't for Tang Deshou's eagerness for revenge, Hong Tongshu and his men should have retreated safely by now.

"Throw these bombs in a scattered manner, as far as possible. If the British organize a death squad later, we can sneak in and then take advantage of the chaos of the bomb explosion to evacuate Hong Tongshu and his men. What about B3 and B4?" Chen Guorong tried to make the plan more detailed.

"I'll ask them to drive the rubber boat and come to meet them when the time is right." Ren Zhengzhong scratched his head.

"When is the right time? I asked A8 and A9 to go too. They will appear in the port at 2:50. I hope C3 and others are still alive by then." Chen Guorong was a little dissatisfied. Even at this time, he was still imparting experience.

Since the plan has been made, there is no more nonsense. Chen Guorong and his men immediately took action and threw bombs to every corner of the dock area.

"Hey, we need more warriors. Come on. As long as you kill one, you will get a reward of 100 pounds immediately. If you capture one, the reward is 1,000 pounds. Listen carefully, it is 1,000 pounds, a number you can't earn in your lifetime. Are there any warriors willing to collect the reward?" A British officer wearing only a shirt was spitting.

Obviously, the effect is not very good. Even if the officer increased the reward from 1,000 pounds to 2,000 pounds, no one was willing to stand up.

Up to now, these soldiers don't even know who they are fighting against, but these monkeys have already experienced the fighting power of Hong Tongshu and his men. From the beginning of the exchange of fire to now, although there seem to be only three or four people on the other side, more than a hundred people have fallen on the port garrison side, but they don't even know who the other side is. The gap in fighting power between the two sides is really a bit big.

"Damn it, don't you want to earn this 2,000 pounds? This is a number you can't earn in your lifetime..." The officer was a little angry.

To be honest, it makes sense that the British can't beat the Russians. If the Russians are in charge here now, they will not use money to lure the organization of the death squad, but will directly use machine guns to force the soldiers to charge. If they charge, they may survive, but if they don't charge, they will definitely be shot by the law enforcement team.

"Count me in..." Roger Theodore stood out from the crowd.

"Aha, finally a warrior stood up. Are there any more? If not, the 2,000 pounds will all belong to this gentleman." The officer was overjoyed, and the meaning of his words seemed to be giving money now.

"..." Chen Guorong raised his hand, said nothing, and stood beside Roger Theodore.

"Aha, another brave warrior..." The officer's voice suddenly rose an octave.

There must be brave men under a big reward. 2,000 pounds is indeed not a small number. Soon, a death squad of more than 50 people was formed again, including Chen Guorong and Ren Zhengzhong.

"Go, it's time to show your bravery..." The British officer ordered a charge.

Chen Guorong and his team stood up quite early, but they were not so fast when they charged. Seeing that all the monkeys were "chirping" in front, Chen Guorong and his team deliberately lagged behind by a few positions.

80 meters, 70 meters, 60 meters, when the monkeys on the front line rushed to the 50-meter area, Chen Guorong and his team immediately lay down.

At the moment when Chen Guorong and his team lay down, Lewis on the opposite side was roaring wildly.

"Fuck..." Ren Zhengzhong cursed. One of the bullets fired by Petrov hit a stone pillar on the shore and ricocheted right next to Ren Zhengzhong's face. The dust stirred up by the bullet splashed all over Ren Zhengzhong's mouth.

He was really lucky.