Something that violated battlefield discipline happened, and Wang Chaoyang's cell phone rang.

"Damn!" Wang Chaoyang took out his cell phone and saw that it was from Sister Jiao.

"Hello?"

"Bang bang bang!" Several rounds of bullets hit the corner of the wall, leaving several holes in the wall. **Long pulled Wang Chaoyang, who was standing very exposed, to lie down and avoid it.

"Fuck! Where did the bullet come from?" Wang Chaoyang stood up with ashes falling from his body.

"There are enemies disembarking from the armored vehicle."

"Fuck! Suppress them!" Wang Chaoyang said and stepped back to answer the phone.

**Long stepped out and fired a burst in the direction of the bullet, then hid back. Then the enemy's bullet came again.

"Wang Chaoyang, come and save us."

The voice on the other end of the phone is very noisy. It sounds like it should be near a battlefield.

"Where are you?"

"I'm in the cafeteria. There are many people here. Someone is coming towards us with a gun."

Wang Chaoyang looked around and saw that the cafeteria was located just to the right of the playground, in front of the teaching building. There were several terrorists walking towards the cafeteria.

It seems that the enemy in the armored vehicle decided to get off the vehicle and occupy a building after seeing that the people behind them did not come up and were blocked outside the school.

"I'll be there soon! Hold on! Tell everyone to stop messing up!" Wang Chaoyang hung up the phone after saying this.

"**Long, there are still our people over there, we have to rescue them." Wang Chaoyang patted **Long's bulletproof helmet and pointed in the direction of the canteen.

"OK! Let's go!"

Wang Chaoyang stepped out of the corner and fired several bursts at the enemies who were shooting at them. Several enemies who got off the armored vehicles to deal with them were knocked to the ground.

"Go! Go! Go!" Wang Chaoyang shouted.

**Long rushed directly to the nearest bunker. Wang Chaoyang followed closely behind.

"Spike! I suggest you move your position. We can't help you attract firepower. Contact the enemy in the direction of the cafeteria!"

"Wang Chaoyang! Be yours!"

"Eye of the Sky! We need a reinforcement. There are still people in the canteen who haven't come out yet."

"Copy that! Kill the day, leave a team of yours to continue the evacuation, and the rest of you will rush to the cafeteria quickly."

"Zha Ri received it, now on the road, let them hold on!"

"Let's go too!" Li Hui pulled Tao Yuan.

Tao Yuan looked at Li Hui, was stunned for a second, and ran towards the killing team.

Wang Chaoyang and Jinlong were hiding behind a square tree altar that provided cover. In front of them were the terrorists approaching the canteen. On their left wing, the armored vehicle was also the biggest threat to them.

"You don't need to take risks, it's too dangerous." Wang Chaoyang said to **Long.

"You're here, we're not vegetarians." **Long patted the rifle in his hand.

"We need to attract the enemy's firepower first and delay it for a while, and then we have a chance to get to the canteen before them. You don't see it over there, we run to the side door of the canteen, and then go in to defend from the front."

"At least fifty meters!" **Long looked at where Wang Chaoyang was pointing.

"We can only rush over when they are changing their magazines."

Wang Chaoyang looked at **Long firmly. **Long suddenly noticed that Wang Chaoyang's eyes were filled with murderous intent.

"Dry!"

"Charge into battle!"

Wang Chaoyang and **Long stood up at the same time and fired at the enemy on the opposite side.

Caught off guard, two of the enemies on the opposite side fell down.

Other enemies looked for cover one after another and shot wildly towards this side.

The training levels of terrorists and regular soldiers are naturally very different. The most important thing is tactical literacy. This can be seen from shooting.

These terrorists always shoot with aim. Of course, from a certain perspective, shooting depends on feeling, but the prerequisite is that you have this feeling.

It doesn't matter if you don't aim, just hit it one shuttle after another, and the magazine will be used up immediately.

"Go! Go! Go!" Wang Chaoyang shouted.

Wang Chaoyang and **Long rushed out and ran directly to the side door of the cafeteria.

The BTR's muzzle was also pointed at Wang Chaoyang.

"Spike" and "Eagle Eye" on the roof noticed that the attack had stopped, and quickly stood up and stuck their heads out to take a look.

At this sight, "Gunsta" decisively set up a large-caliber sniper rifle.

"Wang Chaoyang! Run quickly! BTR!" "Eagle Eye" shouted at the radio station.

"Damn it! **Long! Come in quickly!" Wang Chaoyang pushed **Long from behind and pushed him directly into the side door of the canteen.

But Wang Chaoyang himself lost his balance due to excessive force and fell directly behind the utility room on the other side.

Following them were BTR's 30mm machine-gun shells.

Suddenly, smoke filled the narrow alley, and debris flew everywhere on the cement floor.

Wang Chaoyang shrank his body as much as possible and shouted to the dragon: "Go in! Stop them from the front! I leave it to you!"

As he spoke, Wang Chaoyang threw a magazine to **Long.

The "gun stab" directly dumped a magazine of armor-piercing incendiary bombs onto the engine cover of the BTR.

This part should be said to be the weak point of BTR.

When the last bullet was fired, fire broke out in the engine compartment of the BTR, and a violent explosion occurred.

The fire ignited the fuel tank, and the second explosion was even more violent.

Immediately afterwards, the fire engulfed the entire BTR. The people in the car ran out as hard as they could, but the explosive ammunition did not let them go.

"Well done! Well done!"

"Kill it!"

**Long picked up the magazine thrown by Wang Chaoyang, got up from the ground, and rushed into the cafeteria.

There are dozens of people in the cafeteria, including the chefs in the kitchen. The kitchen of the cafeteria and the duty room at the entrance are places that are not covered by the school's public address system.

**Long first found Yang Jiao.

Just by meeting their eyes, Yang Jiao still read "I will ensure your safety" from the dragon's eyes.

In fact, everyone feels it.

In Wang Chaoyang's opinion, when he followed him and fired at the enemy, he was already a real special forces soldier.

"Special Forces! I need help!" **Long shouted.

Master Zhuang from several canteens stood up.

With the help of several chefs, a long table used in the canteen was placed across the entrance as a cover.

"Back off! Back off! Go upstairs!" **Long waved his hands vigorously to everyone, while also focusing on paying attention to the enemies in front of him.

**The dragon only has one gun, and the enemy has six guns.

The enemy's firepower made it difficult for the dragon to raise his head from behind the table. He could only stretch out his gun and shoot, or stand up and shoot while the enemy was changing magazines.

"Fuck you, eighteen generations of your ancestors!" **Long saw an opportunity and gave up the position, threw a grenade, and ran upstairs quickly.

**Long went upstairs and pulled a few tables over to block the stairs to cover himself and shoot downwards.

"The outfield is safe!" Gao Fei reported to Wang Lang.

"Support the inside! Come on, everyone!" Wang Lang ordered loudly.

Special forces quickly rushed into the school.

The terrorists quickly rushed into the canteen. The gunman opened fire from a high position, but the pillars on the first floor provided good cover for the terrorists.

Firefight, fierce firefight.

Wang Chaoyang was hiding behind the utility room when he suddenly noticed a huge explosion and the bullets that continued to hit him were gone.

Wang Chaoyang cautiously stuck his head out to see the BTR burning in the square, billowing black smoke, and the turret tilted to one side.

"Damn it! You deserve what you have today!" Wang Chaoyang said and got up from the ground. The clothes on his body were already in tatters.

Wang Chaoyang rushed into the cafeteria.

"Click! Click!" Two crisp sounds startled **Long.

This is the sound of a short position hanging up.

**Long touched all his pockets, but there was no bullet left. **Long pulled out his pistol. At this distance, the pistol had no advantage at all, but he had no choice but to fight.

Although there are still two terrorists left, it is not easy to deal with running out of bullets at this time.
To be continued...