The North Gate of Changjiu Farm.
Sudden gunfire burst out like firecrackers, bullets whistled chaotically through the night, and soaring flames tore through the cold night, like a short blare from hell.
"Advance—"
"Use your bayonets to rip open their guts! Sever their heads to make flasks!"
"Go slaughter!"
"Go loot!"
"Tear them apart!"
The night attack was discovered.
The Looters no longer hid.
Leading the charge was a short-haired man who pulled out a Centurion pistol, shouting wildly as he pulled the trigger.
Figures crawling in the snow rose one after another like jackals pouncing on prey, emitting banshee-like screams and launching a raid toward the north wall.
The fight was about to explode!
The guards on duty atop the concrete wall and in the towers, less than four in number, were caught off guard by the incoming bullets and paid the price of two bodies in the first exchange of fire.
