The beginning of the silly uncle, the true love is full of the courtyard

After Old Xu returned to the camp with ammunition and grenades, He Pingan gave Balin some instructions and asked him to leave alone to find a suitable sniper position. Scanning the open grassland, He Pingan also found a slope with a relatively wide view.

Looking at the MG-42 general-purpose machine gun that had been set up, He Pingan showed a satisfied smile. The big brother in the north had enjoyed the "Hitler's chainsaw". As a loyal younger brother, Outer Mongolia had no reason not to experience it.

At about one in the morning, a strong wind suddenly blew across the grass, making the silent grassland rustle and casting a shadow on the bright moonlight. "A dark moon is a good night for murder, and a high wind is a good day for arson. Please don't let me down!" He Ping'an's hands trembled slightly with excitement as he stroked the cold gun.

He Pingan, who was wiping the gun, suddenly felt a slight vibration on the ground, and then heard a strange sound. After listening for a while, He Pingan smiled knowingly. These people are not stupid. They even know to wrap the horse's hooves. It seems that they are preparing to sing a cavalry charge. If it weren't for the weapons I provided, it would be really difficult tonight. What a pity...

He Pingan imitated the calls of insects a few times, and after receiving a response, he gently opened the safety of the machine gun and waited for the prey to come. In a moment, a horse jumped into He Pingan's sight, followed by groups of cavalry. However, they did not launch a charge immediately, but reorganized the team on the spot.

Although the dark clouds blocked his view, He Pingan was able to see everything with his superb eyesight. While the enemy was resting and reorganizing, He Pingan roughly counted the number of people. Seeing that there were only more than a hundred enemies, He Pingan was completely relieved and then passed the message on.

After about a quarter of an hour, a man who looked like the leader mounted his horse and made a gesture, and the others mounted their horses one after another. The Mongols were indeed a nation on horseback, and they completed the charge formation while riding. When they trotted all the way to a distance of about 300 meters from the camp, they suddenly sped up and launched a charge.

At this time, He Pingan did not shoot, but just watched the enemy rushing towards the camp. If the enemy dismounted to attack, He Pingan might still consider it. But they chose to seek death by cavalry charge, an ancient way of attack. He Pingan could only harvest their heads as quickly as possible to express his respect for these "warriors".

As the horses galloped, the cavalry reached their fastest speed as they approached the camp. Seeing that the time was right, He Pingan pulled the trigger and fired directly. Hot lines of fire tore through the night, and at the same time, the sharp sound of gunfire also shattered the tranquility above the black market. Of course, with the roar of the MG-42, dozens of enemies were instantly swept off their horses, and their lives and deaths were unknown.

Because the cavalry had reached their maximum speed, if they changed direction at this time, they would be thrown off their horses without anyone else's help. Therefore, even though the enemies knew someone was shooting at them from behind, they could only charge forward. However, the horror of the "battlefield ripper" still caused them to riot.

"Bater, those cunning Chinese were well prepared. We were ambushed!"

"Comrades, keep charging. As long as we enter the camp, the Chinese machine guns will be unable to do anything to us with those tents blocking our view!" The team leader this time is a retired officer specially found by Zab's parents, so he has some experience.

Under normal circumstances, the commander named Bater's actions were correct, but he underestimated He Ping'an's ruthlessness. Seeing the enemy rushing into the camp, He Ping'an sneered and did not stop shooting. As for whether the members of the black market would be injured, who cares? He Ping'an didn't care anyway.

When you are in the underworld, you will inevitably get hurt! They are all hired members of the black market, none of them are good people, just die! Besides, it’s not… For the black market members who died under his gun, He Ping’an can only wish them to become heroes again in 18 years!

After He Ping'an's machine gun attack, the team of more than 100 to 200 people was reduced to only 30 to 50 people. Seeing that He Ping'an didn't care about the lives of the people in the black market, they turned their horses around and planned to retreat. Seeing this, Bater hurriedly shouted to stop the people who were planning to escape:

"Calm down, don't run! Listen to me, the machine guns outside have stopped firing. Logically, we are still within the range of the Chinese machine guns, but he didn't continue firing. This can only mean one thing, there are still his accomplices in the camp, or people he cares about, and he stopped firing because he was afraid of accidental injuries."

"Comrades, if you run out now, you will play into the hands of that Chinese man, allowing him to shoot you recklessly like he did just now. There is only one way to survive now. Rush forward, grab the person that the Chinese machine gunner cares about, and threaten him to let us go, or even make him hand over their money! Then, Mr. Zab will definitely reward you!"

Bater's guess was correct. He Pingan, who was outside the camp, was worried about hurting his comrades, so he had already stopped firing when the enemy ran to the middle of the camp. In this respect, Bater was indeed a qualified commander. Not only did he guess the reason why He Pingan stopped firing in such a short time, he was even able to use it to boost morale. Unfortunately, he forgot that He Pingan's group had more than a dozen people. So...

"'Bang! Da da da..." The comrades who stayed in the camp opened fire upon hearing Lao Xu's signal. The people whose morale had just been boosted by Bater were instantly beaten and fled. Looking at the gunfire that was clearly distributed in threes, He Pingan knew that the battle tonight had come to an end.

However, in order to end the battle quickly, He Pingan still took out a sniper rifle and started to call out names one by one. Balin, who stayed outside the camp with He Pingan, was of course not happy to see his own leader stealing his business, so he secretly sped up. With the continuous gunfire from He Pingan and Balin, the enemies in the camp were quickly eliminated.

Half an hour later, at the entrance of the camp, Lao Xu saw He Ping'an and Balin approaching from a distance, and hurried to meet them. Seeing that He Ping'an was not injured, he excitedly reported the results of the battle:

"Director He, except for the dozen or so people we captured, all the other enemies who came to rob us have been wiped out. We suffered no casualties, so we can say that we have won a great victory! Er... it's just that Mr. Lou was a little frightened!"

"Lou Bancheng, where are the others?" Lou Bancheng would still have to help next, and He Ping'an didn't want anything to happen to him.

"It's not a big deal, he was just startled by the gunshot. As for now, he just saw a lot of dead people, so..." Old Xu pointed to Lou Bancheng who was bending over and vomiting in the distance, and said helplessly.

"Old Xu, just leave this to Balin, come with me to check out the situation! Balin, look for Aruhhan and Mutu, their own camp has become like this and they don't even know how to clean it up, it's so filthy!" He Ping'an looked at Lou Bancheng who was leaning against the side and vomiting, and knew that the old guy had nothing to do, so he turned his attention to the enemy.