Senior military officer? Could it be...

Before Yang Mingzhi could think further, the sentry added: "The dozen or so people rushed over with submachine guns."

Submachine gun? Charge?

Such words deeply stimulated the nerves of a veteran who had been on the battlefield for many years. Yang Mingzhi looked around and ordered Grishenko: "You and your brothers, pick up all the guns on the table."

"Yes! But General, how do we operate?"

"Idiot! Haven't you ever learned how to use a Mosin Nagant? Follow my lead and pick up the gun."

While waiting, ten assault rifles were completely assembled, with a total of more than twenty magazines, which were already full of bullets.

All ten guns had their owners, so Yang Mingzhi led nine men, a total of ten people, to form an infantry squad.

Seeing that they all had guns, Yang Mingzhi continued to order: "We should form a skirmish formation and find a suitable bunker. Keep the muzzle of the gun pointed at the door. No shooting is allowed without my order. The rest of the people, all retreat."

The sentries also withdrew and took the Tokarev on his waist to join the formation. Now Grishenko and others were holding long guns, and Tokarev for self-defense was given to the designers one after another, including Carambola.

branch.

"My dear, is this going to be a war? Who is the enemy? The soldiers outside." Annie fell into panic. She huddled next to Carambola, with tears streaming down her face.

"Don't be afraid, I will kill anyone who dares to shoot at us." Yang Tao no longer cared about so much, she loaded the pistol skillfully, her skillful look was completely incompatible with the fact that she was pregnant, and even more shocked Anne.

What is supposed to come has come!

The ajar wooden door was opened, and the regiment leader holding a submachine gun took the lead and walked at the front.

The regiment leader Sergeisky has two piercing eyes in his thin old face. When he was young, he had experienced hundreds of battles in various wars against the White Army. Now that more than a thousand people are surrounding this place, who else dares to do anything?

this.

However, the regiment leader suddenly saw that what greeted him was the black muzzles of firearms.

The instinct of being a soldier drove this aging body to become tense. The regiment leader was the first to kneel half down, with the butt of his gun on his shoulder, as if he was about to shoot. The same was true for the others. The two sides, armed with live ammunition, suddenly started a dangerous battle.
Chapter completed!