NFBE Chapter 234 Massacre
Chapter 234 Massacre
Seeing the Communists on the opposite side approaching them, the people at No. 76 were pounding with fear.
At this time, the little leader shouted: "We all have one head on two shoulders, and it's not certain who will die. Everyone, be prepared."
Everyone nervously raised their guns and pointed them at the crowd opposite.
At this moment, the crowd that had just been rushing suddenly stopped.
Seeing this scene, the little leader clenched the gun in his hand guiltily and swallowed nervously.
Perhaps out of compassion, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, like beads that had broken off the string, crackling endlessly, and people's vision began to gradually blur.
Suddenly, a loud thunder came from the eastern sky, making my ears numb, and then a silver scimitar-like lightning struck down.
In an instant, the light of lightning illuminated the entire world. The man at No. 76 looked across in the light, and only a lonely figure was left on the empty land.
The little leader's mind went blank and the hand holding the gun began to tremble.
Impossible, absolutely impossible.
The footsteps just now clearly showed that there was a group of people, so why is there only one person left now?
Suddenly a sense of death rose in his heart.
The fear of death quickly spread throughout his body, and he was so scared that he blurted out:
"shot!".
After the order was given, everyone on No. 76's side subconsciously fired at the opposite side, and the bullets were sprayed indiscriminately as if they were free.
The mysterious figure opposite immediately dodged and moved swiftly. He was as agile as a monkey, and his agile figure proved that he was safe and sound.
He did not shoot, but kept moving in the heavy rain, slowly approaching the group of lambs to be slaughtered in front of him.
50 meters!
40 meters!
20 meters!
......
The figure was getting closer and closer, and the group of No. 76 became more and more panicked. More than 20 guns could not do anything to him.
Suddenly, the only remaining figure disappeared.
The people at No. 76 were completely confused, but everyone felt that the gates of hell were opening.
"Boom", lightning flashed across the sky again.
By the time they reacted, they saw dozens of grenades flying towards them from the sky.
Oh shit, I’m done.
I don't know who in the crowd shouted, and then everyone started running away in all directions.
In the darkness, more than 20 Thompson guns came out from all directions and indiscriminately fired at the crowd at No. 76, approaching quickly while firing.
The mysterious figure just now appeared again in the sight of No. 76. He was seen with his upper body slightly bent, with Thompson on his thick shoulders, and rushing towards the crowd in quick but not panic steps.
Every time he fired his gun, he ruthlessly took a life, as if he was venting the anger in his heart.
Team No. 76 was quickly beaten to pieces. Everyone had long forgotten the threats made by the little boss before the war. In the face of death, escape was the only way out.
The mysterious and tactically skilled figure gradually became clear. Chen Yan's cold and ruthless face was branded in No. 76's heart like the god of death. Everyone wanted to stay away from this devil.
But Chen Yan didn't intend to let anyone go. He fiddled with the Thompson skillfully and kept counting the bullets fired.
When the number reached "1", Chen Yan threw the Thompson aside with his left hand, and quickly pulled out the pistol from the gun bag in the room with his right hand. While his legs kept chasing the fleeing enemy, his right arm naturally drooped, and his right foot kicked the slide of the pistol, loading the bullet.
After a perfect connection, Chen Yan held the gun in his right hand and dragged the gun handle with his left hand, and continued to shoot at the enemy until the last figure fell. He let out a long breath, then roared to the sky, venting his emotions.
"ah--!".
In just five minutes, Chen Yan completed a one-sided bloody massacre.
Looking at the corpses lying on the ground, he did not have a trace of sympathy or mercy. Instead, he walked back over the corpses as if to redeem himself.
The soldiers of the special operations battalion looked at Chen Yan in panic, feeling that he was as strange as a ferocious beast that had just slaughtered the world.
Chen Yan walked to the military truck and said nothing more than "Everyone get on board."
He turned the car key and the car's engine rumbled.
Then the car turned and quickly disappeared into the night.
After Chen Yan picked up Li San and others, he drove towards the city without stopping.
The truck was driving fast on the muddy road, and Chen Yan had tried his best to increase the speed to the maximum.
At this time, Wang Shuxin's voice came from the carriage:
"Hurry up, faster, Li San may not be able to hold on."
Chen Yan did not answer, but just muttered silently:
"I can definitely be faster."
It was late at night and there were almost no people on the streets of Shanghai. Only Chen Yan's car was driving incredibly fast, honking the horn from time to time, which attracted a lot of curses.
"You little bastard, who are you waiting for sleep so late at night and waking me up?"
When these people saw that it was a military vehicle, they immediately retracted their necks, quickly closed the windows, and hid under their quilts, shivering.
Following Wang Shuxin's instructions, the car arrived in front of a dilapidated clinic. Before Wang Shuxin could knock on the door, Chen Yan kicked the door and broke it. Then with a loud bang, the glass on the door shattered all over the floor.
A bald old man in the room walked out vigilantly. He looked mature and prudent. Just as he was about to ask what was going on, he saw that it was Wang Shuxin and Wang Hu, and immediately took them into the inner room.
"Uncle Li, hurry up and save him," Wang Shuxin said anxiously.
Uncle Li nodded and said, "Put the man on the bed, and you all go out."
Chen Yan stood there with red eyes, looking at the unconscious Li San. Seeing that Chen Yan did not move, the soldiers of the special operations battalion also stood aside.
When Wang Shuxin was in a dilemma, Uncle Li slowly said:
"I don't know who you are, and I don't know what the relationship is between the guy on the bed and you.
But now you are asking me to save him. If you want to save him, just listen to me. His life or death is in your hands."
After saying this, Chen Yan turned around and walked out, and the soldiers followed him in a mighty manner.
Chen Yan sat on the steps in front of the clinic, looking up at the starry sky where it was no longer raining, wondering what he was thinking about.
The wet ground on the street just reflected the bright moonlight, which made Chen Yan feel a chill in his heart.
He took out a cigarette and took a deep puff, which lifted his spirits a little, but soon the effect of the nicotine in the smoke dissipated and fatigue swept through his body again.
At this moment, he was exhausted, and his angular face looked old and desolate. He began to recall his two lives, his first encounter with Li San in the Military Control Commission, how Li San rushed to the enemy without hesitation at his command, and how they spent their youthful years hiding from the devils...
"San'er, you must live and live well."