413: Chapter 413 It's time for them to attack!

"Awooo, awooo..."

The wolf-like howling grew louder and more sinister as the bandits approached Xixi Village step by step.

They held high their Bronze Swords, which glinted with a cold light; their footsteps were messy yet carried a fierce momentum, as if a pack of hungry wolves were pouncing on their prey.

"Charge! Take the village ahead, and the women will all be ours!"

Mount Zhuque's The Second Chief, Scabby-Headed Ba, his triangular eyes flashing with greed and ferocity, brandished the exceptionally heavy Bronze Sword in his hand and roared loudly.

At this moment, Zhao Fusu was hiding behind a temporary fortification, his forehead covered in pea-sized beads of sweat.

This was his first time at the front lines commanding such a large-scale battle, and nervousness flooded over him like a tide.

His hands trembled slightly, and his heart pounded violently in his chest, as if it were about to burst through.

But he knew deep down that he bore the responsibility for the safety of the entire village's lives at this moment, and there was no room for any retreat.

He took a deep breath, suppressing his inner tension, and slowly raised the binoculars in his hand.

When he saw the lead bandit unit had approached to a distance of eight hundred meters, his gaze instantly became sharp.

At this distance, the type 92 heavy machine gun was enough to cause lethal casualties to these bandit units.

However, the arrogant and wild appearance of the bandits still brought a massive sense of pressure.

They cursed unscrupulously, completely disregarding the defenses of Xixi Village.

Every roar was like a heavy hammer, smashing hard against Zhao Fusu's heart.

The Special Forces Members of the Heavy Machine Gun Squad were equally nervous; the gunners crouched behind the heavy machine guns, their hands trembling uncontrollably due to high tension. Nevertheless, the tactical arrangements Zhao Fusu had previously deployed in detail were as clear as if they were carved into their hearts.

In this moment of extreme crisis, everyone knew the mission they bore. According to the plan, the heavy machine gun firing points in the middle would remain still for the time being, while the heavy machine gun firing point on the left would strike first, sweeping from left to right; the heavy machine gun firing point on the right would do the opposite, attacking from right to left.

Their purpose was to force the enemy to concentrate in the center, thereby creating favorable conditions for the subsequent counterattack.

Zhao Fusu knew this battle had reached a critical moment, and he could no longer afford any hesitation.

He gritted his teeth, raised his right hand holding the flare gun, and pulled the trigger with slightly trembling fingers.

With a "bang," a flare rose into the air like a meteor, blooming with a brilliant and dazzling light in the grey sky.

The moment they saw Zhao Fusu decisively fire the flare gun and the bright light pierce the sky, the Special Forces Members of the Heavy Machine Gun Squad immediately launched their attack without hesitation.

The gunner on the left took a deep breath, suppressed his inner tension, and pulled the trigger hard.

In an instant, the heavy machine gun let out a muffled yet powerful roar, and tongues of fire sprayed frantically from the muzzle.

Bullets poured toward the bandit crowd like a gale and rainstorm, shell casings continuously flying out of the ejection port and clattering onto the ground.

The bandits charging in front didn't even have time to react before being hit by the dense hail of bullets, blood splattering instantly as they fell into pools of blood with screams.

At the same time, the gunner on the right was not to be outdone.

With a determined gaze, he steadily controlled the heavy machine gun, performing a precise sweep from right to left.

The bullets, accompanied by the whistling of the wind, ruthlessly pierced through the bandits' bodies.

For a time, the bandits' ranks were in chaos, with cries of alarm and screams rising one after another.

The originally arrogant and wild bandits clearly hadn't expected to encounter such a fierce attack.

They were focused solely on rushing into Xixi Village for a massive looting spree, completely unprepared for this sudden counterattack.

Exactly as Zhao Fusu had anticipated, under the intentional driving of the machine gunners on both sides, they gathered toward the middle, wanting to rush into Xixi Village.

Because Zhao Fusu hadn't unleashed full firepower, these bandits thought they could still handle the current situation, so the thought in their minds was still to rush into Xixi Village.

"Very good!"

Zhao Fusu watched this scene, very satisfied.

In his hand, he held an AK47.

The hundred Special Forces Member surrounding him also held AK47s in their hands.

They aimed the dark muzzles of their guns at the bandits, whose faces were full of panic as they crowded toward the center.

Five hundred meters!

Four hundred meters!

Three hundred meters!

This distance had already entered the effective range of the AK47.

Zhao Fusu's eyes sharpened; it was time for their attack!