Chapter 1705 - 1706: Jammed
However, Yang Fei remained silent, his eyes fixed intently on the fortifications, as if he could blow a gap in them with his gaze alone.
In the central street, the fortifications piled higher than a person, arranged in an arc, with two thousand heavy machine guns on each side, the rest being firing ports.
One could imagine, when the Red Shirt Army charged, the bullets fired from here would form a horrifying lethal force.
No wonder the Red Shirt Army's repeated assaults have repeatedly failed.
After a long while, Yang Fei nodded, as if he had made some decision.
"Alright, I'll lead the Evil Dragon Reserve Team for a charge to see if we can open a gap."
Shui Rou and Xiao Yaojing had been looking at Yang Fei with anticipation, hoping he could come up with a good plan.
However, this guy was planning to go shirtless into battle, making Shui Rou immediately shout out with concern.
"No, it's too dangerous."
Xiao Xuanya, with a hint of jealousy, looked at Yang Fei, her eyes gleaming like rippling water, with a playful smile.
"Really? You're willing to risk your life for Shui Rou, Little Mei~ girl?"
At this, Shui Rou's cheeks instantly turned bright red, like a tender peach blossom.
She stamped her foot, glaring playfully at Xiao Xuanya.
"Miss Xiao, what are you saying?"
Yang Fei couldn't help but smile bitterly; even at this time, Xiao Yaojing was still having her little fits.
If the battle at Li Wang Town wasn't resolved within half an hour, no one could get away.
He ignored Xiao Xuanya's resentful glare and discussed the specific combat plan with Shui Rou.
Next, Yang Fei shouted through the public communication channel.
"Changfeng Squad, assemble at the central street in three minutes, ready to execute the combat mission."
In the public communications channel, Shen Feng responded the fastest.
"Is it time to step up and slaughter the little devils?"
"Damn, it's finally our turn, those Red Shirt Army fools got beaten too badly."
"Hurry up and finish up so I can go home and eat, I'm starving."
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Listening to the grumbling of the usual Evil Dragon Scoundrel experts on the public communication channel, Yang Fei couldn't help but smile bitterly.
The fortifications of the Ninja Army, seen as insurmountable to the Red Shirt Army,
yet in the eyes of these Evil Dragon experts, were nothing more than a simple meal.
Three minutes later, a bunch of Evil Dragon Scoundrel experts had gathered.
Mad Blade loudly reported to Yang Fei.
"Report to the Chief Instructor, the Evil Dragon Squad is assembled, please instruct."
Yang Fei snorted and walked to the front of the squad, standing ramrod straight.
"I have no instructions. Do you see the enemies in the opposite fortification? They're all a bunch of sheep."
"What we need to do now is charge up there and tear them to pieces in the most cunning and ruthless way."
"Let's make it clear, if any of you get hit by a sheep's bullet, I won't sympathize but spit on you."
"That would absolutely not prove your bravery, only your stupidity and incompetence."
The gang of Evil Dragon experts chuckled wickedly.
The Evil Dragon Warrior Kings present were all battle-hardened; although the Ninja Army was elite, they couldn't compare to this group of Ace Soldier Kings.
If anyone got hurt, it would only prove their carelessness.
Xiao Xuanya topped off the bullets in the Barrett magazine, smiling sweetly.
"No worries, I'll handle those heavy machine-gunners for you. Before your charge, I guarantee they're silenced."
"Alright, that's said with some swagger."
The crowd roared in approval, as ordinary Ninja Army soldiers were already ineffective against this group of Ace Soldier Kings.
The only threat to the Evil Dragon Squad from the other side was the two ultimate weapon heavy machine guns.
However, as long as Xiao Xuanya took action, the two heavy machine guns wouldn't have a chance to unleash their power.
Her sniping would undoubtedly bring a big surprise to the Evil Dragon Squad.
Shui Rou watched this group of carefree guys, her blood boiling.
She waved her hand.
"Once you break through the fortifications, the Red Shirt Army will launch an all-out assault to wipe out the enemy."
While Shui Rou was observing the Ninja Army's positions, Nakayama Jiro was also observing the Red Shirt Army's forward positions.
So far, the Red Shirt Army had launched three assaults on the Ninja Army's positions.
However, each time they left behind a dozen corpses, beaten back by a storm of bullets.
Nakayama Jiro didn't particularly fear the Red Shirt Army's charge.
He occasionally glanced at his watch, calculating the arrival time of reinforcements.
Nakayama Jiro was even determined that once reinforcements arrived, the Ninja Army would launch an all-out assault on the Red Shirt Army's positions, teaming up with reinforcements to eliminate this batch of reactionary forces.
Just then, Nakayama Jiro suddenly noticed.
A ten-man squad rushed out from the opposing positions, moving like ghosts swiftly towards his side.
Nakayama Jiro was momentarily stunned, a bemused thought emerged from the depths of his heart.
Could so few really intend to breach the Ninja Army's defense line?
Earlier, the Red Shirt Army had made three assaults, each time deploying over a hundred men, yet they all failed, suffered major losses, and achieved nothing.
This time, they only sent a dozen people and expected to shake the Ninja Army's defense line?
However, for some reason, watching the opposing force's momentum, Nakayama Jiro, despite his disdain, couldn't help but feel his heart racing.
From Nakayama Jiro's perspective, although the opposing force had only a dozen men, they moved with the ferocity of wolves and tigers, leaping like the wind.
The combined force of a dozen people resembled the mighty tidal bore of Qiantang River, rolling forward with earth-shattering power.
Nakayama Jiro's eyelid muscles twitched uncontrollably.
His mouth dropped open, watching those dozen devils swiftly approaching the central street's positions, his mind entirely shaken.
Not only was Nakayama Jiro stunned out of his wits, but even the other Ninja Army soldiers were also frightened by this fierce charging momentum.
Although the opposing force had few numbers, their charge seemed like a sharp, unstoppable arrow, cutting through anything in its path.
"Enemy attack! Prepare for battle!"
Nakayama Jiro shouted, even he didn't know how he managed to squeeze the words from his throat.
The impending sense of doom, like lightning, struck his heart.
With Nakayama Jiro's howl, the Ninja Army soldiers opened fire.
A storm of bullets instantly formed a terrifying death blockade line.
The two heavy machine gunners opened fire almost simultaneously, bullets whistling forward in a fan-shaped spread.
In such terrifying bullet rain, even if the enemy turned into a tiny fly, they'd be shot down by the stray bullets.
Nakayama Jiro's mind settled a bit, seeing the opposing charge's momentum halted, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Bang bang!
At that moment, the sound of bullets whistling through the air was extraordinarily loud.
Two heavy machine gunners' heads burst simultaneously in a spray of blood.
Their bodies were flung back by the massive impact, trailing a path of blood; the heavy machine guns suddenly fell silent.
Nakayama Jiro started, raising his binoculars to look towards the opposing positions.
At a vantage point of a civilian house, a sniper was aiming this way, and Nakayama Jiro clearly saw a muzzle flash of fire.
Nakayama Jiro almost instinctively hugged his head and ducked down, hiding behind the fortifications.
Bang!
Another deep gunshot echoed.
A signalman behind Nakayama Jiro had his skull blown open by a bullet.
Blood and brain matter splattered on Nakayama Jiro, the scene resembling a nightmare.
I came back late, but here's two chapters for you, the rest are being written desperately.