Chapter 593

Yang Ze slapped himself heartily, but there was no other way. After all, if the door didn't open, he couldn't carry out the next plan.

But heartache is heartache, but Yang Ze has no mercy.

"Attack

This voice was almost roared by Yang Ze. As soon as his voice fell, the survivors of several hundred Xiling gathering places nearby immediately aimed their guns at the door that was knocked open by the explosion-proof vehicle. For a moment, the gunfire was loud.

Although they only touched it last night, and even many of them had trouble shooting, it was enough to shoot the bullets into the factory.

Poop, poop

Almost before the blink of an eye, more than a dozen soldiers near the factory gate had no time to dodge. They were shot by bullets flying around and fell to the ground in a wail.

It's not the same as not being able to hit. It's normal to hit a few unlucky guys in such a dense attack.

"Damn it! Dare to attack Laozi's barracks! Fight back

Seeing this, Zhou Liqiang quickly roared. Those soldiers hiding behind the bunker reluctantly stretched out their heads, put up their guns and began to fight back.

In front of the office building, two heavy machine guns were quickly carried over, and several soldiers immediately went up to operate. A moment later, the two heavy machine guns began to spray out fire snakes. The powerful firepower instantly suppressed the attack of Yang Ze and others.

"These guys are in good stock!"

Yang Ze couldn't help but scold. Now he was beaten by the soldiers in the factory and almost couldn't lift his head. Except for the members of more than a dozen combat units, almost all the survivors in Xiling gathering place buried their faces in the snow and shot at the sky. Yang Ze even worried that they would shoot bullets at his own people.

"Boss, when shall we start? I'm afraid Yang Ze can't hold on to this voice!"

On the hill next to the factory, Wang Yi and the 50 combat team members did not know when they were extremely close to the factory. From this position, they could clearly see the situation in the factory.

I saw two heavy machine guns constantly spraying fire snakes. The fierce gunfire only made my ears numb. Yang Ze and others, who were directly opposite the factory, were beaten and had no ability to fight back.

"It's not time yet."

Wang Yi shook his head calmly. Now nearly a thousand soldiers in the factory are too scattered. If you drop the gasoline bomb, I'm afraid it won't have much effect.

"Well, well." Wei Ping nodded, his eyes could not help revealing a look of worry.

"Daddada..."

The gunfire below is still the same. Yang Ze and the survivors of 300 Xiling gathering places were beaten to death. Almost every moment, people were killed at the muzzle of the gun, but no one escaped, which is unexpected.

Just then, the office building in the factory, facing Wang Yi, was suddenly pushed open, and a familiar face appeared from inside.

Xing Ming looked up at the sky, then yelled at the soldiers fighting below.

"Damn, it's just noon. I'm still taking a nap. Do you want to die to make such a big noise?"

"Dada, dada

His response was a loud gunshot, in which case no one could hear what he was saying.

"Hey, I said, can you stop and don't disturb me to sleep, OK?"

It has to be said that Xing Ming is really the best. Maybe he is used to bullying in the Daqingshan gathering place and doesn't care about anything, even the fierce battle below.

But soon someone responded.

It should be the survivors of Xiling gathering place, shooting at the sky in a random way. A bullet just flew towards Xing Ming.

WOW~~

Maybe Xing Ming's life should not be abandoned. The bullet didn't hit him, but hit the window in front of him, directly breaking the frosty glass.

That Xing Ming is preparing to open his mouth to scold again, the glass in front of him suddenly breaks, the sharp broken glass directly stabs his face, the severe pain makes him cry out.

"Ah ah ~ ~"

A sound like killing pigs immediately sounded. Even in the dense gunfire, it was also very obvious. Wang Yi glanced at it and couldn't help looking at Xing Ming's bloody face.

"Why is this boy here?"

A look of thinking flashed in Wang Yi's eyes, and he could not help muttering.

"Brother Yi, do you know this brain cripple?" Wei Ping, who was nearby, had noticed the situation here for a long time. Seeing that Wang Yi looked down as if he was thinking about something, he asked suspiciously.

"Well, I had a little holiday at the big green hill gathering place before."

Wang Yi nodded. He not only knew Xing Ming, but also knew that Xing Ming was Xing Ying's younger brother.

"That's bad luck for him."

With a sneer, Wei Ping picked up his rifle and aimed at Xing Minglu's head outside.

"Wait!" Just as Wei Ping was about to shoot, Wang Yi suddenly reached out to stop him.

"The boy has an unusual identity. It's useful to stay."

Wang Yi deeply looked at Xing Ming, who was still not listening to the wailing, and said thoughtfully.

"Yes." Wei Ping nodded and did not ask much. He took back his gun and continued to observe the fighting in the factory.