The Vietnamese gang did come, in three dilapidated second-hand vans.
They were far away, and Dong Xinlei could see clearly with his telescope.
The appearance of the three cars was exactly the same as the sensitive description.
He snapped his fingers and said in a deep voice to the people below: "Here are the ideas, everyone is ready."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a "click" sound in the woods.
People loaded their guns one after another, turned on the safety, and stared at the end of the road nervously and excitedly.
At the same time, after the Vietnamese cars entered the preset road section, Beihongmen set up roadblocks at both ends of the road.
All motor vehicles and pedestrians were only allowed to exit and were not allowed to enter.
In this way, the road was about three kilometers long.
The road section became a vacuum zone, the road was empty and quiet, not to mention pedestrians and vehicles, not a single ghost could be seen.
When the three vans approached the place where Dong Xinlei and others were ambushing, they seemed to feel something was wrong.
It was broad daylight and the road was not in a remote area.
How could there not be a single person on the road?
The car slowed down and the people in the car were carefully observing their surroundings.
"Old Lei, do you want to do something?"
Seeing the three vans getting closer and closer, Ren Changfeng felt a little uneasy.
He held the handle of the knife tightly with his right hand and turned around and asked softly.
Dong Xinlei can be regarded as a general, and he is a rare all-around civil and military talent in Beihongmen.
He shook his head slightly and said calmly: "Wait until they get closer."
Ren Changfeng took a deep breath and said no more, but his hand holding the knife handle tightened.
Although they had already laid an ambush, the ferocity of the Vietnamese was obvious to all.
The suicide bomb still made Ren Changfeng fearful.
No one was completely sure of dealing with someone who was desperate for his life.
Ren Changfeng was nervous, and so was Dong Xinlei.
He looked calm on the surface, but his heart had already risen to his throat and was beating hard.
In a gunfight, no matter how high your martial arts skills are, it is useless.
An inconspicuous stray bullet can kill someone.
If you want to survive, in addition to experience and superior reactions, the most important thing is luck.
Most of the hundreds of people in Beihongmen were wearing bulletproof vests.
They all looked bloated.
They were lying on the grass in the woods, holding their breath and looking at the three vans on the road, their eyes widened.
When the van drove less than five meters away from Dong Xinlei and others, he shouted: "Fire!"
Suddenly, gunshots rang out in the woods, like exploding beans, and it was hard to tell how many there were.
In just an instant, the first van was turned into a hornet's nest, with black holes all over its body and blood dripping from the cracks in the door.
"Kill!"
Two Beihongmen disciples rushed toward the van with guns in one hand and grenades in the other.
As soon as he got closer, a gun protruded from the broken car window, and a row of bullets sprayed out.
The killing sounds of the two Beihongmen disciples turned into screams, and they fell to the ground.
One of them had his body armor pierced by a bullet on his chest, and blood gurgled out.
He lay on the ground with a lung-piercing howl, and the other one Even worse, the bullet hit his head, half of his skull was ripped off, and he lost his breath on the spot.
Dong Xinlei saw it clearly.
He was experienced and immediately recognized the gun used by the opponent.
He shouted: "The opponent has an AK in his hand, everyone, be careful."
The safety of the AK may not be very high, and jams often occur, but it is definitely super powerful.
At such a close distance, the body armor cannot stop the bullets fired by the AK.
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Just as Dong Xinlei finished shouting, the doors of the second and third cars opened, and five dark-skinned men jumped out, all holding AKs in their hands.
Four of them hid behind the car and fought back in the woods.
Dodge the bullets while running towards the first van.
Dong Xinlei snorted coldly, stepped back, hid behind an old tree, lay on the ground, and set up the sniper rifle he had prepared in advance.
The other person had already arrived behind the first van.
Due to the obstruction of the vehicle body, Dong Xinlei could not see his exact point of view, but through the sight scope, he could see the other person's feet.
"Bang" Dong Xinlei pulled the trigger decisively, and the man screamed and fell to the ground.
Through the bottom of the car, the man also saw Dong Xinlei in the darkness of the woods and the black muzzle of the sniper rifle.
He lay on his back, gritted his teeth, held back the pain, and turned his head to fight back.
There was another muffled sound unique to a sniper rifle.
The bullet accurately hit the man's wrist holding the gun.
His palm bent unnaturally, and the wrist bone had been shattered by the bullet.
The man screamed in pain again.
Using the scope, Dong Xinlei could clearly see the man's twisted face and his eyes filled with deathly gray.
The man seemed to be desperate, but Dong Xinlei did not fire again.
Seeing that his companion was injured, another one of the four Vietnamese who were fighting back quickly ran over and tried to pull the injured companion away.
However, as soon as he got close, his feet suddenly became weak and his body fell uncontrollably.
When he lowered his head, his feet Two bloody holes appeared on his neck.
Two people fell one after another, and the Vietnamese became even more crazy.
The AK in their hands was like a fire dragon, blindly firing bullets into the dense forest.
The Vietnamese have always been determined to fight in the jungle, but when they were attacked by others, they couldn't think of any more options.
Their frantic counterattack caused some damage to Beihongmen, and several people were hit by stray bullets.
Fortunately, none of them were fatally injured.
After a short time, the three Vietnamese used up all the magazines in their pockets, but they had no intention of running away.
Instead, they pulled out the military spurs from their waists.
This military spur is triangular in shape and is not suitable for chopping, but if it is stabbed, the damage caused is staggering.
The wound is extremely difficult to heal.
If no first aid is obtained, a person will easily bleed to death.
Seeing that there was no gunfire from the other side, both Dong Xinlei and Ren Changfeng realized that the other side had no bullets, and led the Beihongmen disciples out of the woods.
At this time, the three vans were in terrible shape, and the dense craters made the original white body almost translucent.
Dong Xinlei ignored the three Vietnamese with thorns in their hands and ferocious faces.
Instead, he shook his head to the men beside him and motioned for them to check the situation in the car first.
Several Beizi from Beihongmen approached the van cautiously with guns in hand.
They shook their heads first and saw that there was no movement inside, then they braved their head to check.
After they finished reading, their faces turned pale.
Two of them turned around, glanced at Dong Xinlei, moved the corners of their mouths, and without speaking, squatted on the ground and vomited.
It would not be an exaggeration to describe the situation in the three vans as hell on earth.
There were corpses everywhere inside.
The three cars put together had no less than fifteen corpses, and each corpse was covered with large and small holes.
Green smoke was coming from the body.
The fifteen people were almost crowded.
The bullets were cooked, emitting the smell of gunpowder smoke mixed with burnt stench.
Some of them were killed by the first wave of sneak attacks at Beihongmen, and some of them were injured before they could climb out and were beaten to death by subsequent halberds.
The death was so tragic that it made people shudder after seeing it.
Dong Xinlei almost guessed what was going on in the car without looking.
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He shook his head secretly and sighed.
He raised his eyes and said to the three Vietnamese: "You should put down your weapons."
No one answered.
The three Vietnamese stared at Dong Xinlei fiercely, their eyes almost bursting with fire.
"I don't think they will put down their guns."
Ren Changfeng slowly pulled out the Tang Dao.
Dong Xinlei paused for a moment and then said: "Put down your weapons, and I may be able to give you a way to survive."
"Ah" The three Zainan people didn't understand Dong Xinlei's kindness at all, or didn't understand his words.
They waved their military spurs and rushed towards Dong Xinlei.
The three of them were all defeated in the previous battle.
They were covered in blood, their eyes were red, and their mouths were wide open.
They looked like devils coming out of hell.
It was so scary.
Before Dong Xinlei could take action, Ren Changfeng, who was standing next to him, raised his sword and rushed forward.
When it comes to gunfights, Ren Changfeng can hardly do anything, but if it comes to close combat, it is definitely his world.
His body was like a loach, and he passed by the three Vietnamese in the gap between them.
Only a few cold lights flashed in the air, and then the world fell silent.
The throats of the three Vietnamese seemed to be blocked by something and they could no longer make any sound.
Three knives.
The three knives were as fast as lightning and as poisonous as snakes and scorpions, and the three knives were cunning and unpredictable, and they cut open the throats of the three Vietnamese.
There was not a drop of blood on the knife, but Ren Changfeng still shook Tang Jiu out of habit and slowly put it back into the scabbard.
Hissing behind him, three fountains of blood spurted out, and the scarlet plasma formed a beautiful mist of blood in the air.
The three Vietnamese fell down, their six eyes widened.
Even until they died, they did not see how Ren Changfeng drew the sword.
Dong Xinlei knew Ren Changfeng's sword skills very well, and the two of them had never sparred together, but when they saw this, they couldn't help but cheer in their hearts, and sighed secretly.
He rubbed his chin, looked at the corpses on the ground and murmured: "It's a pity to kill them like this."
He said it was a pity.
He didn't know whether it was because Ren Changfeng didn't leave anyone alive, or because he admired the other party's ability.
Man.
Ren Changfeng raised his eyebrows at the back of the first van and said with a smile: "There are two more lucky ones there."
The two he was talking about were not dead, but at this moment they were even more uncomfortable than death.
Both their feet and hands were broken by Dong Xinlei's sniper rifle.
It was impossible to reconnect the broken bones, and their mouths were pinched hard by Beihongmen disciples.
A lesson, for fear that these two people would also choose to commit suicide.
The two men couldn't move their hands and feet, and they didn't even have a chance to commit suicide.
They howled from their throats.
"Vietnamese Dog" Ren Changfeng inspected three vans, coldly looked at the red-blooded corpses inside, and sneered, as if the dead inside were not humans but animals.
Dong Xinlei began to have people clean the battlefield.
It was impossible to close the road for a long time.
The place had to be cleaned up in a short time.
At the same time, he sent people to take the injured brothers to the hospital.
In this sneak attack, two people were killed and ten people were injured in Beihongmen
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