Reborn in Brazil As a Plutocrat

  Chapter 262 Join the battle

  Fang Lang heard what the driver said and understood that he was right.

   But he is a soldier, and it is not his style to leave his brother and run away.

   "I am the officer, follow my orders. Turn around!"

  The driver continued to drive forward as if he hadn't heard, looking around vigilantly.

   "You bastard, there is such a big commotion at the entrance of the village, the brothers in the village will definitely rush out to help. This time is the time to attack from both sides and destroy the enemy. What's the matter with you running out with me.

  Turn around and go back. "

  Hearing Fang Lang's words, the driver hesitated. After all, Fang Lang is the officer, and obeying orders is what he should do.

   Seeing the other party hesitate, Fang Lang shouted:

   "I order you to stop."

   As he spoke, he took out the pistol in his arms and pointed it at the head of the dead-headed driver.

  Fang Xinshan saw that Fang Lang's actions were terrified, and hurriedly stopped him:

   "Lang'er, what are you doing! Put down the gun."

  The driver was not afraid when he saw that Fang Lang had even pulled out his gun, but he also knew in his heart that Fang Lang had made up his mind, so he could only slam on the brakes and park the car in the middle of the road.

   The two cars that were driving ahead saw the main car stop and thought there was something wrong, but they didn't see the main car send out a signal.

   had to turn around and return quickly.

   Fang Lang retracted his gun and pointed at the driver:

   "You take the old man to the police, remember to protect the safety of the old man!

  Then went to the St. Paul Naval Base to find Colonel Gnard Berry for help, and said that Lao Tzu had been attacked on his site. "

   The reason why Fang Lang dared to let the driver take the old man away alone was because he had already discovered the people who attacked him this time. Although there were a large number of people, they were obviously insufficiently trained, and it was more likely that they were gangsters.

  If it was a gangster, Fang Lang didn't need to be afraid of how powerful the opponent would be.

  Fang Xinshan was also in a panic. Seeing that Fang Lang was about to turn his head back to the battlefield, he said in a hurry:

   "Langer! You can't do stupid things!"

   Abandoning his father at this time, Fang Lang also felt that he was a bit of a jerk.

  But he is a soldier, and the situation is obviously not in desperation now. It is impossible for him to leave his brother and go away.

   He could only grab his father's shoulder vigorously and said:

   "Dad! Don't worry, nothing will happen to me, this is all a small scene.

  It is more dangerous for you to be with me, first go to the police station with the guards for help.

  We will be able to kill all these lifeless **** soon, don't worry! "

   After speaking, I saw two cars parked on the side of the road turning around.

  Push the car door and go down. When closing the door, don’t forget to stare at the driver, don’t forget to protect the safety of the old man.

  The driver stood up in the driving seat and gave a military salute, and said loudly:

   "Please rest assured, sir, I will definitely protect the safety of the old man."

  The guards in the two cars that turned around and came back were startled when they saw Fang Lang get out of the car. They quickly opened the door and got out of the car, armed with guns.

  Fang Lang patted the window of the vehicle he was in, and motioned the driver to drive.

  After seeing the vehicle driving away, he turned to the remaining eight guards and said:

   "I am a soldier, but I don't have the habit of leaving my brothers and running for my life.

   Now I command you to follow me back and rescue the brothers in cars No. 1 and No. 2, dare you! "

  The one who followed Fang Lang this time was actually a soldier from the security squad plus a few drivers.

  The security squad leader happened to be on the lead car.

  When the soldiers heard that the chief was going to fight back, their eyes lit up, but they hesitated immediately.

  Because they knew very well that their duty was to protect Fang Lang's safety, not to rush up and fight the enemy desperately.

  If Fang Lang receives any damage, their mission will be considered a failure.

  Even if all the enemies are killed, it will not change the fact that their mission failed.

  However, when everyone heard Fang Lang's order, they all felt a little cheered up, their emotions were agitated, and they wanted to kill back.

  Fang Lang is very familiar with the few people who follow him every day, and understands their thoughts.

  Knowing that it is useless to discuss with everyone, he said directly:

   "This is an order, you all listen carefully, we will return the same way.

  The gunshots behind are so intense, it means that the brothers in the village have also rushed out to engage the enemy.

  After we approached the enemy's ambush site, we got out of the car to covertly meet the enemy.

   Block the enemy in the ambush area they set up. You don't have to fight the enemy head-on. Just drag them in place and wait for the reinforcements to arrive. We will win.

Understand? "

   Everyone responded in unison like a conditioned reflex:

"Yes, sir!"

   Fang Lang opened the door of a nearby vehicle and got in.

  The soldiers also boarded their cars one after another, and returned to the place where they were just attacked along the same road.

  Fang Lang in the car looked around and asked:

   "Is there a long gun in the car?"

A soldier turned sideways and pulled out an M1 Garand rifle from the side. Fang Lang saw that the soldiers had Thomson submachine guns in their hands, but gave himself a Garand, knowing that this was to keep him from rushing to the front .

   smiled, and took the long gun handed over by the other party.

   He took the five magazines handed over by the other party, pulled the bolt, and pressed a magazine clip into the magazine from the top of the receiver.

  Because the M1 Garand rifle is a semi-automatic rifle with a capacity of eight rounds, eight rounds of bullets can be fired by pulling the bolt once. There is no need to fire a shot like the Mauser 98K and pull the bolt, so the rate of fire is not slow.

  Stuffed all the remaining bullets into his suit pockets.

  But there was no suitable place to put the pistol, and I couldn't help but feel a little annoyed, why didn't I design one earlier, and put the pistol against the holster on the outside of my thigh.

   In this way, when you encounter a combat state, the gun will be within your reach.

   Now there are no underarm holsters, and the pistol can only be inserted in the waist holster.

  When wearing a military uniform, the holster on the waist is not affected, but now I wear a suit.

  So the action of drawing the gun is very affected.

  I can only insert a corner of the suit into the belt, leaving the holster outside, so that I can draw the gun at any time.

  Looking at the suit on his body, he couldn't help but think of a bulletproof vest. It seems that there are still a lot of individual equipment that he can develop!

  If it weren't for this emergency situation today, and I had the opportunity to experience the battle again, I probably would have forgotten these things.

   It seems that being a soldier still can't stay away from the front line for too long!

   Otherwise, many practical tactics and equipment will be forgotten by myself sooner or later.

   The soldiers in the car with Fang Lang certainly didn't know what Fang Lang was thinking.

  Everyone is checking their equipment one after another, ready to go to war at any time.

  Of course they were originally guard soldiers, and their equipment was prepared long ago, ready to go to war at any time.

   Unlike Fang Lang, who needs temporary preparations.

   Just as everyone was preparing nervously, the vehicle was slowly approaching the location where it was just attacked.

  In fact, the distance they left was not far, less than three kilometers, so they soon returned to the ambush point.

  The driver who was driving turned off the lights from a distance, felt the darkness, and drove the vehicle closer to the firefighting area ahead. Fang Lang didn't pat the driver on the shoulder until about two hundred meters away, signaling to stop.

   Cars No. 1 and No. 2 in the distance parked in the middle of the road in a V shape, just blocking the entire road, obviously to avoid ambushes driving and chasing them.

  The door of the car opened, and Fang Lang saw eight soldiers at a glance, and two of them fell to the ground without moving.

  The remaining six people were still firing at the enemy under the cover of the vehicle.

   Seeing his brothers and six others firing back rhythmically, Fang Lang finally felt relieved.

   After observing carefully for a while, Fang Lang understood why there were so many enemies, but they failed to cause major damage to his own people.

  By using the lights of the two cars, Fang Lang could clearly see the position and number of enemies.

  But the soldiers in their own guard platoon hid behind the lights of the cars and used the cover of the vehicles to fight back.

  The other party's line of sight was illuminated by the light, and it was basically impossible to see the position of the soldiers in the guard platoon.

  The entire battlefield presents a one-way transparent state, no wonder the enemy has not been able to take down their own blocking for so long.

   Fang Lang glanced at the battlefield environment.

   This place is just at the intersection of entering the village, and the enemy's ambush position is the only way to enter and exit the village from the urban area.

  The vicinity has not yet entered the development state, so the ambush position chosen by the enemy is a sugarcane field, and the tall sugarcane can easily cover the ambush personnel.

  When the soldiers of the No. 1 and No. 2 cars set up their sniper positions, they also considered the possibility that the enemy might pass through the sugarcane field and outflank them from the flanks.

  So, they should have retreated while fighting, just exited the farmland area, entered the road between the two factory buildings in the urban-rural fringe area, blocked the vehicles in the middle, and blocked the road pursued by the ambushes.

   Seeing this, Fang Lang couldn't help affirming the tactics of the guard platoon soldiers.

   No wonder the other party has been stuck at this intersection for so long and couldn't move forward.

   I don't know if the opponent's commander is stupid or not good enough with marksmanship, but he didn't even destroy the lights here.

   Could it be that the opponent has been fighting for so long and still haven’t understood that if the lights are not turned off, the battlefield will always be in a one-way transparent state, and they will always be passively beaten.

  The lion fights the rabbit with all its strength. You can't have a fluke mentality when fighting a war. Maybe the enemy is about to get back in place at this moment.

   Fang Lang looked behind the blocking vehicle. There were two alleys on the left and right sides more than 30 meters away from the vehicle.

  Looking at the guard platoon soldiers who surrounded him to protect his safety, Fang Lang pointed to the two alleys and motioned for everyone to move forward.

  The soldiers understood what he meant, picked up the weapons in their hands, and moved forward lightly.

  But in the process of advancing, Fang Lang was always surrounded in the middle, which made Fang Lang, who was holding Garland, unable to lift up his guns, feeling very depressed.

  If the enemy sees this, they will know at a glance that he is an important person, and they will focus on him immediately.

   Fortunately, the light is dim now, and there are no street lights nearby, otherwise Fang Lang will definitely push these guys away.

   Everyone continued to advance towards the alley, walking, and when they passed the gate of a factory on the side of the road, Fang Lang's heart moved, and he felt that there was something abnormal in this factory.

   Some sense of danger came out, but it was not strong.

  Fang Lang quickly put his hand on the shoulder of the soldier directly in front of him, squeezed it, the soldier understood, stopped advancing, and everyone squatted down slowly.

   With the help of the dim night, Fang Lang looked through the cracks in the iron gate of the factory, and found more than a dozen cars vaguely parked in the open space in the middle of the factory.

   Just a glance, Fang Lang understood that this should be the location where the gangsters who attacked him stored their vehicles.

   There was a sense of danger in it, indicating that there should be people guarding the vehicle inside. Fang Lang ordered two soldiers, and whispered a few words in their ears.

  The two looked at each other, nodded, walked around to the other side of the wall lightly, and climbed in without a sound.

  Here Fang Lang remembered a new tactical action, and that was sign language.

  It’s a pity that I haven’t been trained before, so I can only solve it by whispering in a low voice. It seems that these will be incorporated into the Marine Corps training manual in the future. The next time when silent communication is needed, direct gesture communication is enough to reduce the risk of exposure.

  (end of this chapter)