Major Martin roared and took the lead in pulling the trigger, and the 9 mm caliber bullets of the Uzzy submachine gun leaked wildly, and two or three of the head-lowering divisions were immediately shot and fell.
As soon as the gunshots rang out, the team members started fire one after another, and several more yellow-robed and white-clothed men fell into the grass.
Major Martin was shooting, and at the same time ordered the Yancheng boy to go to the tower quickly, the South Vietnamese soldier had already lost his breath, and the clever Chinese Yancheng boy reached out and dragged it, tore off the rouge-coated female imp and slammed it to the ground, and then crushed off the field leather boots and trampled the little devil to death.
He made up his mind, and then got into the bushes with his waist and felt in the direction of the highest tower in the center of the palace, destroying the Sam missile was the key to whether the rescue team could get out of the way, and the boy from Yancheng knew that he had a great responsibility.
Under the moonlight, Feng Sheng stood cross-legged, and according to the unique one-armed gun posture of the public security police, he was shooting at the imps running around on the ground with a pistol, one at a time, and he was on the rise.
As everyone knows, in the dark, two crossbow arrows were about to fly in front of Feng Sheng, one shot straight into the neck, and the other ran to the chest Han Sheng's eyes suddenly opened, and he didn't care about anything else, he rushed forward with an arrow, and just before the crossbow arrow tuft pierced into Feng Sheng's flesh, he and Feng Sheng were both shocked into a cold sweat.
But the others were not so lucky, a poisoned arrow was plunged into the throat of a Thai soldier, and the venom sealed his throat with blood, and he fell to the ground and died before he could even shout.
Two poisonous needles hit a young man from Shan State, Myanmar, the face was not deep, but the whole face was numb, he didn't notice, a little ghost suddenly jumped up from the grass to attack him, the little guy jumped up and "snapped" is two slaps hit the end of the needle, and the two poisonous needles did not enter the root, all pierced into his skull, the young man's body was weak, and he slowly fell.
The little ghost struck a blow, excitedly stood up, and turned sharply in the air to pounce on another Shan knife-wielding soldier, but the man's knife skills were extremely fast, and Leng Sensen's blade flashed, and the little ghost's waist had been slashed, and it was broken into two.
The Uqi submachine gun in Na Songcha's hand spewed tongues of fire, knocking down two head-lowering divisions in a row, and then aimed at the imps running around on the ground with a burst of strafing fire, until their flesh and blood flew all over the place.
The powerful firepower of the Wuqi submachine gun has almost wiped out the head descending divisions, and the crossbow arrows and poison needles have not been shot out, and the remaining few yellow-robed and white-clothed people retreated to the depths of the palace in a panic, and those surviving imps have also run away.
Major Martin hurriedly counted the battle situation, a South Vietnamese soldier, a Thai soldier and a Burmese Shan State soldier were killed, and he and Nai Song Cha and a Burmese Shan State member who was bitten by a little ghost three people, Chongdi Tiger Old Monk, Han Sheng and Feng Sheng are all right, the key is that Lu Taiguan is safe, which is very important, because there is still half of the commission unpaid, it can't just hang up.
"Hey, why is the talent gone," the big parrot said suddenly on Han Sheng's shoulder.
Han Sheng was shocked when he heard this, and hurriedly opened his fly's eyes to look around, and the ghost baby was indeed gone.
"The old ancestor is gone," Taiguan Lu stretched out his head and looked around, muttering dissatisfiedly.
Could it be that Old Man Wu and Xiao Cai discovered the traces of Momo and tracked them down together, Han Sheng thought anxiously, so he hurriedly said: "Mr.
Lu, I have to go first, you can follow later." ” "Don't act without permission" Major Martin hurriedly stopped, but before the words fell, he felt that Han Sheng had long disappeared in front of him.
In the palace, the Yancheng boy groped his way through the middle of the labyrinthine alley with a Uqi-style submachine gun.
Chiang Mai's royal palace is typical of northern Thai architecture, with stilted wooden houses and roofs with many eaves and faces.
After passing through a few deserted narrow alleys, the front finally came to a palace, the body of the main hall and the tower-shaped ornaments on the top of the door were painted gold, especially solemn and mysterious under the moon.
The roof of this hall is a quadruple eaves, multi-faceted wooden roof, and a quadrangular pyramid spire is built on it, which is probably a tower equipped with SA7 missiles, Yancheng Kid thought while cautiously sneaking towards the main hall.
There was a flash of dark red fire in the dark corner on the left side of the temple door, and the boy knew that it was someone smoking, so he quietly touched the root of the wall with his waist against it.
The boy from Yancheng carried the Wuqi submachine gun behind him, then pulled out the dagger from his waist, and threw himself behind the white figure, locking the man's neck, the sharp blade reaching his throat, "Don't move" He shouted in a low voice in Dai.
The languages of several countries in the Indochina Peninsula are roughly similar, so there is a saying of "learning Dai dialect and traveling all over Southeast Asia", Yancheng boy is a descendant of the 93rd Division of the National Army, and has lived in the Golden Triangle region at the junction of Myanmar, Thailand and Laos since childhood, and the Dai language is very proficient.
The man in white was tall, with a soft waist and a fat smell on his body, especially when the boy's arms were next to his towering breasts, and he realized that this was a young woman.
The boy from Yancheng dragged it from the shadows under the eaves to the moonlight, and when he looked closely, it was indeed a woman with bright eyes and bright teeth, and he couldn't help but let go of his arm.
"Who are you?"
asked the woman, frightened, in a very rough voice.
The kid was taken aback again, and after a closer look, there was a big Adam's apple on this woman's neck, "You are a ladyboy" The boy from Yancheng asked suspiciously.
The woman smiled and said softly in a duck-like voice: "I'm Sunny, you hurt people" and then reached out and touched the crotch of the Yancheng boy, and actually grinned.
The kid's buttocks reflexively shrank back, slammed the dagger horizontally, and said angrily: "Don't mess around, you answer me honestly, is the tower equipped with Sam missiles going up from this hall?"
Sanny nodded, not daring to move her body at will.
The kid changed the dagger to his left hand, dragged the Uzi submachine gun with his right hand, and ordered: "Take me up, don't make a noise, or I'll kill you" Sunny pursed her mouth, gently extinguished the cigarette butt, and then squirmed towards the dimly lit hall with her buttocks, the boy following with a gun.
There are four statues of Hercules on each of the four sides of the main hall, half crouching and half standing, with their hands held high, a wooden staircase climbing to the roof, the ceiling painted with a colorful pattern of a gold-winged bird catching a snake, and the gable of the main hall is decorated with a relief of Vishnu riding a gold-winged bird.
With the "creaking" sound of Shanny's high heels stepping on the wooden floor, the Yancheng boy climbed the tower step by step.
On the top of the tower, the fierce gunfire in the palace echoed in the night sky, and a head descender in a white linen coat picked up the SA7 missile, grasped the shooting handle, stared nervously at the night sky, and listened intently to whether there was a roar of planes in the air.
"Knock knock," a familiar knock came from the tower's closed wooden door.
"Is it Sunny?"
asked the white-clad head lowerer in Thai.
"It's me, open the door."
It was Shanni's delicate voice.
The head descender lowered the missile launcher and walked over to open the wooden door of the tower, and in the moonlight was Sanny's smiling face.
"Raise your hands and step back" Behind Sanny, a young soldier in camouflage uniform and armed with a submachine gun suddenly appeared, and the black muzzle of the gun was pointed directly at the chest of the head lowering division.
"You, what kind of person are you" The head descender said with a pale face and a shocked face.
"Without further ado, how many SAM missiles are there in the palace," the Yancheng boy asked sharply in Dai language.
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"There's only this one launcher."
The head descender understood the Dai language, his eyes flickered, and he replied slyly.
"Don't lie to me, be honest," the kid asked as he stepped forward and stared at him.
"I'm not lying, I don't believe you look at my eyes," the head descender said, his eyes widened, and the eyes were misty and deep, as if a little spark loomed in the endless darkness.
The boy from Yancheng suddenly felt that his mind was empty, and his eyes were fixed on each other's eyes, as if his entire body was about to float into the sockets of the black hole The head descender smiled slightly, gently approached him, blew into each of the two ears and eyes of the Yancheng boy, and then recited the "fantasy spell" in his mouth.
A string of indistinct scales slowly became clear in the boy's ears, and he felt very cordial, as if he had returned to the Golden Triangle, and there were poppies all over the mountains in front of him, and the pretty figure of a little girl stood among the pink flowers The "little bayberry sister" kid has hallucinations in his brain, and the little girl next door who was his childhood sweetheart is vivid, as if it is right in front of him.
With a "bang", the dagger fell to the ground, and he slowly walked towards the "little bayberry sister" obsessively, muttering: "Didn't you marry Bangkok?"
Sunny puffed out her chest with a smile, letting the lost Yancheng kid hug her tightly, and then reached out to lift his head, pressing her lips against the man's mouth "No" The head descender hurriedly stopped, pulled them away, and then pointed to the bottom of the tower and whispered softly to the Yancheng boy: "Look there" The poppies disappeared in front of the boy's eyes, and he saw a girl in red beckoning to him under the tower, and that girl was none other than Little Bayberry's sister, who was being pushed into a car by two vicious men "Boy, save me, I don't want to marry to Bangkok" Little Yangmei's sister cried like a tearful person, her legs kicked wildly, and her high-heeled leather shoes were thrown off.
"Don't be afraid, boy, I'm coming" The boy from Yancheng strode over the wooden fence of the tower in a daze, spread his arms, stepped into the air, and fell straight down from the high tower: