Seeing Nangong Yao turning away, the soldiers and the mob reacted differently. The mob''s words were more provocative to tease the soldiers on the wall, while the soldiers stationed at the gate looked at the mob below with dead eyes.


    "Everybody ready!"


    With an emotionless word from the officers stationed at the gate, the soldiers on the wall began to open the insurance of their weapons.


    When the thugs under the wall looked at the soldiers on the wall and looked at themselves with dead eyes, they also realized something was wrong. They were about to take out the weapons they robbed last time. When they wanted to confront the soldiers, the officer''s next sentence had blurted out.


    "Free shooting!"


    Suddenly, before the thugs reacted, the soldiers on the wall began to attack the thugs with weapons in their hands.


    "Tu Tu!"


    With the huge gunfire generated by the soldiers shooting with rifles, the hot bullets mercilessly shot away at the thugs below.


    "Period! Those guys really shot. Fight back! Hit me hard!"


    When a mob with purple Matt''s hair style saw that the soldiers on the wall were really shooting at them, he immediately hid behind the modified motorcycle, then shrunk his head and shouted to the mob next to him.


    Unfortunately, no one paid attention to his yelling, and the reason why no one paid attention to him was very simple. That is, when the soldiers selected the shooting target for the first time, they took the mob with guns as the first target. Although the number of mobs was almost twice that of the soldiers, it did not affect the combat effectiveness of the soldiers.


    Basically, at the moment when the soldiers shot, all the people with guns on the mob side who could threaten the soldiers were accurately shot in the head by the soldiers.


    Those who have time to hide behind the locomotive are people with maces or steel pipes.


    What''s interesting is that he looks like the boss of the mob, but unlike other mobs, he didn''t choose to jump off the motorcycle and avoid bullets, but drove the exaggerated motorcycle to slip away.


    And taking advantage of his younger brother''s murder, he has controlled the modified very exaggerated motorcycle to make a U-turn. Now he is accelerating his motorcycle urgently and wants to escape the scene as soon as possible.


    Seeing that the other party''s leader wanted to slip away, the officer who issued the attack order refused. He immediately picked up the 08 rocket launcher and pulled the trigger directly at the mob leader who wanted to escape.


    "Hugh - boom!"


    The rocket launched from the 08 rocket launcher, less than a few seconds after launch, accurately hit the motorcycle under the mob boss and exploded.


    The mob boss didn''t hum, and was directly blown into slag. This scene directly frightened the mobs who were still shrinking turtles.


    Or the mob with the purple hair style that killed Matt.


    "Wait! We surrendered! Stop fighting! We surrendered!"


    He even hung his white underpants as a white flag on his mace, raised them out and began to shake wildly.


    In this regard, the soldiers on the wall, as if they had not seen it, even changed their rifles directly into grenade launchers and shouted while firing grenades at the mob''s motorcycles.


    "What are you talking about? The wind is too strong for me to hear!"


    The grenade fired by the soldier accurately hit the purple killing Matt''s motorcycle. In a moment, the purple killing Matt''s motorcycle was detonated by the grenade, and he himself, like his boss, was directly blown into slag.


    The battle lasted only a minute, not even a minute, and the result was that the soldiers directly wiped out the mobs below without effort.


    no It can not be said to be a total annihilation, because there is still a mob that has not been solved by the soldiers. The surviving mob is not so much a mob as a abducted child.


    The little boy didn''t look over the age of 13, and he didn''t even change his voice. At the moment of the battle, he stuck to the ground tightly by throwing his limbs to the ground. He didn''t even dare to open his eyes. He tightly covered his ears and didn''t look at it like an escape from reality.


    The main reason why the soldiers left him was that these thugs seemed to have said before that they seemed to have looted a gathering place yesterday and abducted many women.


    This is different from this situation. The officer stationed at the gate felt that he should take care of it, at least to rescue the abducted women.


    "Go, catch the little boy and ask them for gang information."


    "Yes!"


    Soon, two strong soldiers came out of the soldiers on the wall, jumped off the tall wall by rope, and then went to the child who was still escaping from reality and lifted him up with one hand.


    "Come on, little boy, our monitor has something to ask you. If you can answer honestly, you may save your life. Let''s go."


    A strong soldier, steadily carrying the struggling child, returned to the bottom of the wall, sent the child a loose buckle with a hanging rope, and then made a gesture to the soldiers on the wall. After receiving the following information, the soldiers on the wall pulled the child up like well water in ancient times.


    The two soldiers below did not hurry up, but took weapons, gave a mending knife to each fallen mob, gathered the body to one side, purified everything with fire and avoided any plague.


    The modified motorcycles that can''t recognize what brand they are are are pushed to the gate by two soldiers and sent to the quartermaster to see if they can be replaced with points.


    Of course, the bombed motorcycles are not spared. Even if it is a scrap iron, it can still be exchanged for a few points when sent to the Quartermaster.


    "Come on, where is your stronghold? How many people are there? What about the weapons and equipment?"


    Looking at the trembling little boy, the soldiers didn''t embarrass him too much, but simply trapped his hands and limited his freedom. They didn''t do anything else.


    The little fart child who was questioned, although trying to calm down, still couldn''t stop showing his frightened eyes and talking with trembling.


    "I, as long as I tell the truth, you won''t kill me, will you?"


    "Don''t worry, as long as you tell the truth and disclose the information of your stronghold in detail, we promise we won''t hurt you."


    Looking at the soldier who made the promise, the child, who was less than a teenager, could only reveal everything he knew.