The years when I was Captain Jin

Chapter 225 Sniper Battle

Seeing the meat from his hand fly away, the fat man went into a rage on the spot!He asked the nearby fishermen carefully, only to find out that the coffin had been dragged away by several vicious men.

Fatty and Wang Yuanchao immediately chased after them. Both of them are veterans in tracking, and they quickly found the temporary residence of those middle-aged men.

At this moment, those middle-aged men were gathering in a dilapidated temple, with a pot on top, a few packs of instant noodles, and the food was in full swing.As soon as he heard the strong Sichuan accent, the fat man understood that the group of guys who stole the coffin were actually the same group of foreigners that his grandfather had brought with him.

Obviously, at that time, not all of the foreigners went to the tomb, but some of them were left outside to meet them.

Enemies are extremely jealous when they meet each other, and this group of foreigners have an inexplicable relationship with Grandpa and Fourth Miss, Fatty and Wang Yuanchao want to clean up these people.

But they found that although there were not many people on the other side, they were extremely skilled, and they all had guns in their bags.

At the critical moment, the fat man kept an eye out and asked Wang Yuanchao to come back to pick up the guy!

In order to be able to escape the ancient tomb smoothly, we threw almost all our equipment into the waterfall. Right now, there is only one engineering shovel and three or four paratrooper knives left. These small weapons are obviously not enough compared to those outsiders. watch.

In desperation, I asked the boatmen in the village if they had guns?
Because I lived here for less than half a month, and I got acquainted with the boatmen. They didn't hide anything, and took out all three shotguns used for self-defense when they left the boat.

I asked why only these old-fashioned shotguns?

The boatman smiled wryly and said, "The current inland is not the same as in the past. Every household has to hand in their guns and ammunition, otherwise they will be sentenced to prison if they are caught. In a poor country like ours, it is not bad to be able to scrape together a few shotguns!"

Seeing that the boatman was indeed not lying, I asked Wang Yuanchao to find out if there were any valuables in the backpack, and gave them all to the village as a thank you gift.

After tossing and tossing for a while, it was already afternoon, and I felt that if I didn’t rush there, people might die on Fatty’s side.Immediately, Wang Yuanchao and Wang Yuanchao put on their backpacks and shotguns, and left the small fishing village.

Along the way, I said to Wang Yuanchao: "Tomb robbers have to follow the rules. The treasures dug out of the soil will be owned by whoever gets them, and they must not be robbed. Such a thing like robbing a coffin openly is not a good idea. Only greedy outlanders would do it."

I asked Wang Yuanchao again, the other party's accent and equipment?
Wang Yuanchao thought for a while and said: "Most of them speak Sichuan accent, and there are a few who speak Henan dialect. Moreover, they are all wearing camouflage uniforms, leather pants, and all AK47 assault rifles. They must be with those foreigners. .”

I know that Wang Yuanchao was a scout during the counterattack against Vietnam, and it couldn't be easier to recognize someone, so I eliminated the last trace of doubt in my heart, followed the mark left by the fat man, and hurriedly chased after him .

After arriving at the destination, I found that the fat man was huddled behind a small slope, like a big bastard, staring furtively at the group of foreigners.

After seeing me coming, the fat man was excited for a while: "Okay! I didn't expect Ding Dong to become brave, and he came together. This is a good soldier of the proletariat! Come on, give me the gun, see if I am a fat man!" How did you put down this group of foreigners?"

"His grandma's, even dare to snatch Fatty's, impatient to live."

I waved my hand to signal the fat man not to disturb those foreigners.

Since these outsiders in front of us are with the outsiders in the tomb, they must also know Grandpa and Fourth Miss.

Now that Uncle Ming and Zhang Sanpao are gone, I'm worried about what should I do?It just so happened that this group of foreigners came to our door, as long as they were captured alive, they would definitely be able to ask something out of their mouths.

During the time when Wang Yuanchao and I arrived, Fatty had figured out the opponent's firepower.

"There are five people in total, four are resting in the ruined temple, and one is standing guard outside." The fat man analyzed.

I frowned: "I didn't expect them to know how to keep watch!"

The fat man scolded: "What is this? These Sichuan guys are thieves and thieves. If it weren't for the fat man, I would have been discovered by them. Fortunately, there is only one person standing guard outside, carrying an AK47."

"I really don't know how they got their weapons. They robbed a tomb and made it look like the army." I said depressingly.

"Don't worry about how their weapons came from, we must make a plan first, how to kill them as quickly as possible!" Fatty said.

"Must stay alive! I have something to ask them." I said.

"Fat Master, I also mean the same thing. If you don't understand the matter between your grandfather and the fourth girl, the gunshot to Fat Master's thigh is worthless. I'm afraid I won't sleep well when I go back." The fat man sighed, looking His expression was a little depressed.

Anyone who gets shot for no reason will probably feel bad inside.

I thought about it, and said to Wang Yuanchao: "Yanchao, I'll go with Fatty to get rid of the sentry. You are responsible for watching the people in the room to prevent accidents!"

Wang Yuanchao nodded, put a paratrooper knife in his mouth and left, not even taking the shotgun we brought.

I see that the sky is slowly getting dark, and it's another sneak attack. It's really useless to use that kind of old shotgun that fires a single shot and fills it with gunpowder for a long time. past.

Outside the ruined temple are patches of small hillsides and bushes, which are very easy to hide people and give us enough buffer opportunities.

The watchman was holding an AK47 at the moment, sitting at the gate of the temple and dozing off again and again, it seemed that he was about to fall asleep.

The fat man and I slowed down, quietly pulled out the paratrooper knife, and when we were five or six meters away from the opponent, we rushed over!

Unexpectedly, the opponent turned out to be a veteran, and his reaction speed was astonishingly fast. When he saw something approaching, he immediately pulled the bolt of the gun, and then pointed the black muzzle at us.

I cursed in my heart that I had too little experience, and I should have pretended to be a small animal and called out to lure the sentry to the bushes before doing it.

Fortunately, I wasn't acting alone. Seeing that the situation was wrong, the fat man strangled his neck from behind before the other party fired.

I took the opportunity to roll over, snatched the AK47 from the guard's hand, and hit him on the head with the butt of the gun.

I didn't expect that my strength was too weak, and I didn't knock him out. On the contrary, I smashed his head and screamed loudly.

The fat man hurriedly reminded: "Damn it, I told you, Little Dingdang, how can you do more than fail? This is too bad! Shut his mouth quickly and tie him up with a rope."

I knew that I had caused a catastrophe, so I couldn’t find something to gag for a while, so I simply kicked off my sneakers, took off the smelly socks on my feet, and stuffed them into the mouth of the guard. I haven’t washed my feet for half a month. The guy who choked was crying.

Then I joined forces with Fatty to tie him up and make a big rice dumpling.

At this time, the people in the ruined temple had already heard the movement outside, and a strong Sichuan accent shouted: "Ge Laozi, who is outside?"

The fat man and I looked at each other nervously, while Wang Yuanchao squatted at the gate of the temple and shook his head slightly at us, motioning us not to speak.

"Second Hu?"

"Where's Hu, you son of a bitch?"

The outsider in the ruined temple yelled several times, but didn't get a response from the sentry, and seemed to feel something was wrong.I only heard a messy sound from the ruined temple, as well as the sound of pots and pans falling to the ground, and the sound of bullets being loaded.

Immediately afterwards, several burly men in camouflage uniforms pushed the door out with a murderous look.

The moment they pushed the door and walked out, I only saw Wang Yuanchao make a sudden move!It was as if a taut spring had loosened the whole person, and the first knife pierced into the lower abdomen of a big man in camouflage uniform, spurting out a large pool of scarlet blood.

Before the others could react, Wang Yuanchao kicked another big man rushing to the wall, and then drew out the bayonet on the opponent's AK47 rifle, regardless of whether the bayonet cut his palm, directly Clenching it with his hands, he stabbed it fiercely into the opponent's throat!
Seeing Wang Yuanchao's bronze-colored muscles and half of his face splattered with blood, the remaining two foreigners turned around and ran away in fright, but were soon knocked unconscious by Wang Yuanchao.

In just ten seconds, Wang Yuanchao subdued four vicious men, two dead and two injured, which shocked me.

It's no wonder that such a person will wear military medals on his chest when he retires. Only the ruthless artillery fire in the counterattack against Vietnam can sharpen such an iron-blooded soldier, right?
(End of this chapter)