Soldiers' Assault: Veteran Special Agents and New Recruits

Chapter 300: Heavy Machine Guns Shoot Down Humanoid Wheat (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

The dirt road leading into the village is less than two meters wide, but the number of armed smugglers is as high as 230, making the road too crowded for them to pass through.

The book vendors could only gather in small groups, occupying a stretch of ten or twenty meters on both sides of the road.

soon.

The large army arrived at the village entrance, and the peddlers could clearly see the thatched houses with their lights on inside the village.

They became excited upon seeing the book vendors in the village.

His eyes radiated fervor.

It's not just the thrill of killing, but also the lure of huge sums of money.

The temporary alliance of book dealers had already announced that anyone who could kill Xia, the staff officer in charge of the ambush operation, and cut off her head would receive a reward of 200 million. This was something every book dealer knew.

In the millennium, when money was still very valuable, a monthly salary of 1000 yuan was considered high for skilled workers in China.

It only costs a little over ten thousand a year.

Two million would require saving for two hundred years, and that would only be possible without eating, drinking, or spending any money.

In the book-selling business, only the bosses and leaders ultimately make money; ninety percent of the profits are concentrated in their hands, while the underlings have many people but receive very little.

In fact, the income is very average.

The temptation of making a single penny to live a life of comfort is simply too great for book vendors.

There's only one prize of two million, but there are over 230 book vendors. It's first come, first served.

Now the competition is here!

In their eagerness to seize this huge sum of money, the book vendors, who had initially remained calm as they approached, lost all composure upon seeing the village.

There was no need for anyone to give orders, and there was no question of who stayed behind to cover the rear or who was responsible for providing cover on the outside.

Everyone wants money.

Everyone had only one thought.

That means rushing into the village to find Xia, killing him, beheading him, and taking his head back. From then on, we can live a comfortable life with no worries about food or clothing.

Driven by intense desire, the scene suddenly descended into chaos.

All the book vendors sped up in perfect unison, going from walking to jogging to running, and carrying their guns as they raced into the village, afraid that if they were even a step too slow, they would be robbed.

The villagers may have been on guard against them, and the book peddlers didn't take them seriously at all.

From the perspective of book vendors...

The old hunter's outdated weapon posed no threat whatsoever; if he dared to fire, he'd be crushed in the next second.

As for the old hunter's first shot, it might kill that drug dealer.

Driven by greed, the book peddlers disregarded everything else, their minds solely focused on making a fortune, hoping to get away with killing someone else.

Book vendors are risking their lives for money, with a one in 230 chance of being beaten to death.

Nobody cares at all.

The book vendors rushed into the village with great fanfare. The bamboo fence and village gate at the village entrance were smashed to pieces by the more than two hundred book vendors who were blinded by lure. The gate was pushed over and left aside.

Some book vendors simply couldn't suppress the surging desires emanating from their hearts.

I was so excited I was totally hyped up.

He had barely stepped over the bamboo fence at the village entrance when he couldn't help but start shouting excitedly, and then he opened fire on the houses in the village with his gun.

"Da da da da..."

The first reader fired his gun as he ran, the muzzle spitting out a flame more than half a meter long, the muzzle swaying everywhere.

The bullets were completely inaccurate.

The main selling point is simply to make a sound.

However, once there's a first one, there will be countless others.

The book vendors were so excited they had lost themselves, their bodies overflowing with adrenaline, each one a powder keg ready to explode at any moment.

The first reader picked up the gun and fired, as if it were the order for a general offensive.

Other book vendors were spurred on and began to follow suit.

"Da da da da..."

Dozens of guns opened fire simultaneously, the sound of gunfire echoing through the valley like firecrackers.

Even though his aim was poor when he was running and firing, the sheer number of people firing at once made the bullets rain down, almost covering the entire village.

Thatched huts woven from wood, bamboo, and vines are no match for bullets.

In a short time.

The structures of many houses were smashed to pieces, and a torrential downpour of grass and wood chips filled the sky.

Two of the kerosene lamps in the rooms were even hit by bullets, fell to the ground and shattered, with glass shards scattered everywhere.

Normally speaking.

If a kerosene lamp falls into a wooden house, it will surely start a fire very quickly.

However, Jackie Chan had already considered this point. He only wanted to eliminate all the drug dealers who came to make a fortune, and he did not want to destroy the entire village.

After all, the villagers of Lande will have to return here to continue their lives after this battle ends.

Therefore, when making these kerosene lamps, they deliberately poured out all the kerosene inside, only soaked the cotton wick in oil, and burned the kerosene inside the wick.

This way, even if the kerosene lamp is broken and falls to the ground, it will not cause a large fire.

The only drawback is that it burns for a very short time, which is why the veterans were arranged to wait in the village and light it only when the vendors were about to enter the village.

The book vendors didn't have night vision goggles and couldn't see clearly, so they were unaware that there were people lying in ambush on the hilltop.

They all rushed into the village, and after a long barrage of bullets, even though the book dealers were still euphoric from the two million, they finally realized something was wrong.

There are two or three hundred people in Langde Village. The houses have been wrecked by gunfire. How come we haven't heard a sound?

This shouldn't be!

Even if no old hunter had come out to shoot and fight back, at least some women or children should have been terrified by the sudden attack and screamed and cried.

However, the seemingly "lively" village remained completely silent despite being shot at for a long time.

"Stop, stop right now, something's not right."

Driven to a fever pitch by adrenaline, the book peddlers gradually lowered their guns and stopped firing after their leader shouted loudly.

With no bullets flying around in front of them and no longer worried about being shot by their own people, some curious and puzzled readers slowly approached the house, wanting to go inside and take a look.

The head of the book vendors also widened his eyes, his gaze fixed on the house at the very front.

Meanwhile, the book vendors who hadn't yet entered the village, driven by curiosity, all stepped forward to join the fun and try to figure out what was going on.

As the last reader approached, all the readers had reached their positions.

"Attention all units, snipers lock onto the leader, demolition team prepares to detonate, militia platoons lock onto their respective targets, all groups coordinate the attack, three-second countdown."

Jackie Chan had already climbed out of the hiding pit and lay down on the reverse slope, resting his gun on his supply backpack.

After issuing orders to each group, Jackie Chan aimed his gun at the area with the highest concentration of book vendors and began a chilling countdown: "Countdown three, two, one, fire!"

Jackie Chan shouted out the last two words of the command.

The instant he roared out, Jackie Chan pulled the trigger of the Type 89 heavy machine gun. The butcher, which had been sitting in the warehouse for many years and had been thirsting for blood, began its slaughter.

"Knock knock knock knock..."

The heavy machine gun roared suddenly, spewing flames two meters long.

12.7mm armor-piercing incendiary explosive heavy machine gun bullets, aimed by Jackie Chan through low-light night vision goggles, hurtled towards the vendor at a rate of 600 rounds per minute.

The peddlers all stood with their backs to Jackie Chan, completely unsuspecting in the village.

The first reader hit by a 12.7mm heavy machine gun bullet barely had time to react before his body was instantly severed in two.

The bullet easily pierced the first book vendor's bullet, just like skewering a candied hawthorn, and then pierced the second book vendor.

It didn't explode until it hit the third one.

"Snap!"

A hit to the stomach would send intestines and internal organs flying everywhere; a hit to the thigh would blast the leg in two; a hit to the chest would separate the head and limbs.

Jackie Chan's heavy machine gun swept across, the muzzle slicing from left to right.

The book vendors fell down in droves, like wheat being harvested, and all of them were smashed to pieces; not a single body was intact.

In just two or three seconds, at least twenty book vendors were crushed into fertilizer.

Fortunately, visibility was very poor at night, and there were no light sources in the village, so it was impossible to see the chunks of flesh and blood flying everywhere.

From Staff Officer Xia's perspective, who wasn't wearing night vision goggles, it looked like each person had disintegrated and turned into clumps of black shadows falling to the ground.

Although there was no bloodshed, Staff Officer Xia was still stunned and speechless.

Without it.

The visual impact is simply too strong.

Humans are too vulnerable in the face of heavy machine guns. Jackie Chan's gun swept across the area, and swathes of people fell down in an easy manner, clearing the area.

Although Staff Officer Xia is a border guard and has participated in drug enforcement operations for many years, it is not uncommon for him to shoot drug dealers.

They could slaughter book vendors like harvesting wheat...

This was truly the first time he had ever seen it!

However, Jackie Chan was only the first to strike in the sneak attack. The moment Jackie Chan shouted "Fire!", the Lone Wolf B team also launched an attack.

(End of this chapter)