Then he said to the four or five men behind him, "This side is up to you. If something goes wrong when I get back, I can't avoid responsibility, and you guys are doomed, too."

After speaking, he threw the key in his hand to one of them.

He then rushed outside hastily. While he was forcing the slaves back, the boss and the others had already set off, and he had to catch up quickly.

The Motorcycle Gang had a lot of members, and it was impossible to gather everyone at once.

However, the situation at the Oil City was extremely urgent, so Old Ghost led dozens of vehicles to rush over there first.

He asked Guan Zhongjin to quickly bring the main force to follow.

.......

Oil City.

After the death of the fourth leader, everyone was in chaos.

Like a headless dragon, facing a formidable enemy.

In such a situation, it was most deadly.

Amidst the chaos, a figure emerged.

This was the red-haired man who had always been by the fourth leader's side.

He raised the walkie-talkie and said to the people behind him, "Stop the fuss. The most urgent task now is to prepare for battle quickly. They might attack us soon. Listen to my command, Wei Yan, you take people to....."

Boom!

Before he could finish his sentence, a massive hole appeared in the middle of the bus behind him, iron shrapnel flew everywhere, and several people standing next to the bus were pierced through the chest by flying sheets of metal.

People can be very strong sometimes.

But sometimes, they are also very fragile.

The red-haired man's words were cut short by a bomb that left him a bit stunned.

"Fight back on your own." Leaving those words, the red-haired man ran away, staying clear of the gate area.

He was worried that another bomb would come.

Boom!

As he expected, another bomb hit the bus, creating a hole on both the left and right, leaving it nearly scrapped.

He had just contacted headquarters, so he knew very well how severe the consequences would be if the Oil City was captured.

So he drew a gun from his waist and walked towards the wall.

The Flame Guns at Oil City were still there, but machine guns had been added on both sides of the container.

He pulled the man squatting on the machine gun up, ready to take his place.

But at the moment he looked up, he saw two tanks slowly approaching.

A chill ran down his spine.

He pushed the man back, patted his shoulder.

Gave a thumbs up, then moved his body to retreat.

Tat-tat-tat-tat!

When the tanks were only a few hundred meters from Oil City, the people on the city's walls hastily opened machine gun fire at the tanks.

But the bullets were effortlessly deflected by the tanks' armor.

Without a scratch.

Third Uncle and their armored vehicles followed behind the two tanks.

Old Bi and the others were behind them.

The two tanks in front blocked Oil City's attacks for them.

Tat-tat-tat!

On the container walls built around Oil City, hundreds fired at the tanks.

Bullets sparked like firecrackers, crackling against the tanks.

Xiao Ding, who was sitting on top of a tank, got down.

With the density of these bullets, even in an Anti-explosion Suit, he could be shot to death.

Third Uncle didn't show his face, watching the drone feed.

He frowned.

He didn't expect the Motorcycle Gang's firepower to be quite fierce, so he said to Luo, "Stop, take out those two machine gunners first. Otherwise, we can't get in.

Technically, we can get in, but forcing our way would cause considerable casualties.

For Big Camphor Tree Base, which hasn't suffered much mortality, that would be a massive mistake.

Under Li Yu's influence, everyone got used to crush enemies with force without wasting words.

Surviving is most important.

"Got it!" Luo shouted to the loader and driver, "Stop, quickly reload."

"0° position, height four meters. Fire!"

After the tank stopped, Luo observed the front and gave orders to the tank crew.

The other tank did the same.

Generally, the firing speed of tank bombs is 4~10 seconds. Luo and the others fired at an average of 6 seconds per shot towards Oil City.

Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!

In sixty seconds, at full speed, the two tanks fired twenty bombs towards that area.

Centered on the main gate of Oil City, the surrounding containers had ten large holes.

Some containers even collapsed, and people fell from them.

Black smoke rose thickly.

The previously dense gunfire now was like a castrated bull, unable to make a sound.

Only sporadically came the sound of one or two gunshots.

"Good!" Third Uncle saw this, smiling, said.

"Charge in!"

The tanks slowly advanced.

There were less than thirty meters to the gate.

Seeing the gate now half-destroyed getting closer.

Whoosh!

Someone fired a flame gun at the tank.

Swish!

Third Uncle immediately stood up from his seat, opened the top hatch, climbed up a few steps.

With a gun, he shot at the person spraying fire.

Then jumped back into the vehicle, closing the top hatch as he went.

The action took no more than four seconds.

Very smooth.

In fact, tanks are afraid of being set on fire.

But tanks are not afraid of their armor being burned; the danger comes from gasoline from a Molotov Cocktail seeping through seams and entering the cockpit and engine compartment, burning the crew and engine equipment.