Chapter 239, Optimistic Soldiers

Hiding in the dark corner, Luo Er could clearly see the sharp light columns on the airport, wearing raincoats, surrounding the hangar from a distance, and under the cover of machine guns, he kept shooting at the hangar; at the end of the airport runway, an armored vehicle shaking the lights and rumbled over.

Ren Xiaosen and Cui Zhishan, with several prisoners of war, relying on the advantages of the terrain and unlimited ammunition, were not much time to withstand. The large-caliber machine guns on armored vehicles were all guns, and they were not recommended to be able to withstand the bunkers.

Looking further forward, not far away, three short and chunky jars attracted Luo Er's attention; this semi-underground oil storage tank is the oil reservoir at the airport. Luo Er had seen it at the US military airport before and was a place where fireworks were strictly prohibited.

Because the reserve warehouse was occupied and the stubborn firepower resistance in the hangar, even the US soldiers guarding the oil fired and threw them into the siege. In the eyes of the US soldiers, the enemy had been surrounded, and being able to quickly seize the reserve warehouse became the top priority.

Lowering his body, Luo Er quickly ran to the nearest oil storage tank, hid in the shadow, looking for the oil outlet valve back and forth; when his hand was placed on the oil valve, his heart immediately burst into laughter.

"The oil used for the plane is probably very fierce when it is burned." He muttered, and with a force on his hand, the oil valve opened; with the rustling sound, a slight smell of kerosene penetrated into Luo Er's nose.

A large amount of aviation kerosene gushed out on a rainy night, spreading on the ground as the rain spread. The US soldiers who were nervously attacking the hangar were too late to avoid bullets, so they could not worry about the movement behind them.

The heavy rain blocked Luo Er's movement to release oil. However, this large oil storage tank with a diameter of twenty meters and a height of thirty meters can not be able to release oil in a short while.

According to Luo Er's idea, he would not deliberately put the oil clean, just have a ignition port; three huge incendiary bombs are enough to drink a pot of Americans on the island.

Just as he was about to get up to go to the second oil storage tank, Luo Er stopped and turned around and looked at the rushing oil. I have to say that he had used his brain tonight.

Since people can be used as energy to collect into the wrist guard space, can these oils be used?

He thought of it and just took a waste of minutes. He slashed the scarred right palm and a wound appeared. He applied the blood on the pattern of the wrist guard, and Luo Er reached out and put the wrist guard against the gusseted kerosene.

Suddenly, the sound of rushing disappeared. Luo Er blinked hard and saw in surprise that the thick oil outlet pipe under the oil valve was left with only a few drops of kerosene.

The oil tank filled with nearly 600 tons of aviation kerosene became an empty tank in an instant. This amazing change shocked Luo Er. It was simply a big news. Luo Er opened his mouth. If it weren't for the chaos in the distance, he would have howled loudly.

Those who do not dare to practice and verify will starve to death even if they hold a golden rice bowl. Luo Er understands it.

The huge amount of kerosene was decomposed into bits of pure energy at the moment it was put into the wrist guard, quickly repairing the broken space, and the volume of the space was constantly expanding.

Luo Er, who was extremely surprised, shook his body and opened the remaining two oil tanks in a row, quickly replenishing the oil into his wrist guards. Although his dream of making a homemade incendiary bomb was shattered, the wrist guards were his last trump card, and it was enough for him to expand one meter to laugh for several days.

Yes, no one can bear it if he keeps destroying the living person, after all, everyone is human. For a moment, Luo Er's guilt flowed without a trace.

"Good my mother, so big!" Looking at the wrist guards again, Luo Er could no longer move his legs. The wrist guard space had expanded to nearly two thousand meters of cubic meters. A vast and huge warehouse really appeared in Luo Er's eyes.

Rubbing his eyes, Luo Er was so smiling that he couldn't even close his mouth. I just said, good fortune and misfortune depend on each other, and if you lose it, you will gain something. God will not treat the volunteer soldiers unfairly.

In his heart, Luo Er stubbornly believed that he was still a volunteer soldier, even a wanted soldier.

Looking back, looking at the hangar that kept ejecting firepower, and then looking at the tightly defended fortifications at the end of the airport, Luo Er hid invisibly in the darkness.

Since Ren Xiaosen and the others could still hold on for a while, he would have time to search the enemy's rear. With the wrist guards, Luo Er's greedy mind began to expand infinitely.

Pull out of the wrist guard, a shiny rifle bullet was held in his hand, and the stride under his feet immediately accelerated.

At the end of the airport, in the cement fortifications under the airport tower, the highest commander of the US military on the island, Colonel Howe Mike, was roaring loudly, and the spit ejaculated from his mouth made the two officers opposite him frown continuously.

"Damn it, these prisoners are just unreliable. You know how to save money. Now, my reserve warehouse, my reserve warehouse was occupied by the damn prisoners of war." Colonel Mike, who was slapped on the table, had his eyes churned in anger, and he almost pulled out his pistol from his waist.

The two air force officers sitting opposite him lowered their heads with a pale face. Although Colonel Mike, as an army officer, was not in the same system as them, the military command on the island was in the hands of the colonel.

Fortunately, they immediately put the air crew and the treasured pilots on the tower in the first place and stayed with the fighter jets. As long as the fighter jets were not lost, no matter how much the fighter jets were making trouble on the island, it would be the army's business.

Colonel Mike, who had vented some of the POWs, also knew that the matter of the Air Force was not concerned about the matter, but who asked his first commander to come and scold him a few words to suppress him and no one dared to resist.

"Order, Captain Jinli immediately launched an attack, the armored vehicles rushed in, and eliminated the prisoners of war, remember, immediately." Taking a breath, Colonel Mike seemed to calm down and issued a strict order.

"Yes, Colonel," the correspondent rushed out of the bunker without having time to salute. He didn't want to stay here for an extra minute.

"Okay, Mr. Colonel, don't be too angry," a white man in the corner, persuaded slowly that he was the only person in casual clothes here.

"Those damn prisoners of war have also saved you a lot of US dollars. Mr. Colonel, you must know that God wants to destroy it, and first let it go crazy is just a last try." His words relaxed the tense atmosphere in the bunker.

"There are thirty minutes at most," the white man looked at his watch. "They are about to commit drug addiction. At that time, a child could be killed by a prisoner of war who could not even hold a gun. Why should the soldiers take risks?" Chunchun persuaded, and smiled on the major's face.

"Oh, Kelly, you cunning guy, why didn't you say it earlier? I forgot it," the colonel patted his head and shouted loudly at the outside, "Communication Soldier, Communication Soldier,"

Dada's footsteps came, and a figure appeared at the door of the bunker. Luo Er's face was exposed under the bright light. Behind him, except for the fallen communication soldiers, there were seven or eight alert soldiers, all of whom were crushed by him.

Luo Er, who was in a relaxed mood, started very neatly and did not give the soldiers in the trench a chance to survive. Even the essence and blood on them were taken away.

Once the method that he had not used for many days was used, Luo Er simply let go of his concerns and made his whole body feel extremely comfortable.

"Mr. Colonel, are you calling a communications soldier?" Luo Er glanced at the colonel's ejection and touched it along the way. The bullets shot out of his hand silently wiped out more than 30 soldiers who were waiting for the battle, sweeping the only remaining guard forces here.

"Who are you?" Luo Er's sneer made the Major and the other three jump up, pressing the pistol at his waist.

A stranger easily broke into the tightly defended bunker, which meant that the outside was already at its peak; he could not imagine the losses of his subordinates, so the colonel bounced his thumb and quickly pulled out his pistol.

As the colonel shouted sternly, a cold light flashed, cutting off his voice. A black m4 bayonet slashed into his smooth forehead; the sharp tip of the knife suddenly appeared behind the colonel's head.

Before the two air force officers standing next to the colonel had time to draw out their pistols, two shiny bullets, puffed, entered through their eyes and burst out from behind their heads; the two officers with the same ranks even collapsed on the ground in the same battle posture.

In just seven or eight seconds, three strong officers were killed by Luo Er one after another, while Luo Er was still smiling, as if he was watching a farce.

Luo Er's wonderful smiling face, in the eyes of the white man Kelly, was simply a cruel devil, murdering and smiling.

"Surrender, I surrender," quickly let go of the hand pressed against his waist. Kelly raised his hands high, fearing that Luo Er would not see that he had surrendered.

"Well? You are not a soldier. Who are you doing?" Luo Er sat in a chair in confusion, letting the gunshots outside make a loud noise; it would not be a good thing if civilians appeared on the island.

"I am a businessman, yes, I am an American businessman, not a soldier," Kelly's eyes were quite vicious. He could see that the young man in front of him did not take human life seriously at all. He probably wouldn't even listen to the bullshit prisoner of war convention.

With his hand, Luo Er skillfully took out two cigars from the colonel's body, put one carefully into his pocket, then pinched the other's head, and tapped it carefully.

"If you are a businessman, you have to die. Tell me, your identity," Luo Er narrowed his eyes and looked at the scared guy casually.

He doesn't have much time, so he can only give him one minute. If he can't hear the truth again, he will be sorry.

A sensation spread down along Kelly's crotch, "Damn, I'm a murderer," Kelly stepped aside. He didn't expect that he had met a lord who took human life in the island just two days after he arrived on the island.

Just as Luo Er closed his smile and was about to get up, "I said, I said everything, I am an agent of the Intelligence Bureau," Kelly fell to the ground, and Luo Er's undisguised murderous intent made him unable to stand.

I haven't enjoyed my great years yet, and Kelly doesn't want to die on this small island thousands of miles away from home for some bullshit future.

"That's right. A businessman dares to come here, he is so brave." He waved his hand and knocked Kelly unconscious. Luo Er got up and left the bunker; keeping Kelly was not because he was kind, but because he was a little useful.

After jumping out of the trench, Luo Er stopped neglecting and rushed into the rainy field with a few quick steps.

In front of him, an armored vehicle moving forward at a constant speed was surrounded by more than a dozen soldiers and was heading towards the hangar at the end of the airport. "Dongdong, dongdongdong", an armored soldier used the machine guns and tried hard to hit the shells at the hangar.

The small-caliber shells did not have much threat to the underground reserve warehouse, but instead suppressed the shooting of the prisoners of war; "Okay, keep going, fuck them to death," the chaotic soldiers were all excited, holding guns to watch the fun.

Yes, the usual style of the US military is to open the way with firepower and clean the infantry. No one thinks there is anything wrong with it. If you want to say something abnormal, it is that it will rain too heavily tonight. You must take a good hot bath after you finish it later.

Every soldier has this relaxed idea.

The armored vehicles were dispatched, and the soldiers who were climbing on the ground six hundred meters away were much more relaxed; damn it, the firepower inside was too strong, so they still had to rely on machine guns to clean up.

Around the airport runway, everyone is optimistic about the results of the battle tonight.
Chapter completed!