Battlefield Contract Worker

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It only took a few minutes for the two mercenary teams, O2 and Fox, to forcibly capture the two flanks of the camp at a speed of almost 100 meters. Crazy Horse picked up the guard's machine gun with the most skilled movements. Wrap the ammo chain around your arm and sweep the machine gun.

The Indian's strong frame and knotted muscles made him literally a moving machine gun turret. With Crazy Horse as the core, it forms a cross fire support point. As soon as his shooting ended, the two general-purpose machine guns and several automatic rifles on his side immediately followed, and carried out indiscriminate continuous fire on the enemy's position.

Under the shroud of darkness, the bullets are clearly visible to the naked eye in the air, and people can't help but think of the ballistic trajectory of the idiom of the thunderbolt. Sweep across.

At this time, the two snipers of the remote support group, Snake Eye and Yelena, don't need to think about concealment at all. The roar of gunshots like popping beans and the explosion of grenades made their two sniper rifles with mufflers almost invisible.

And those militants who have no bunkers protection and do not make military evasion actions are simply targets more like gun targets than gun targets. Shooters like Yelena and Snake Eye are almost shooting by name.

Their only downside is the limited ammo capacity of their sniper rifles, otherwise they will kill more people than Crazy Horse can kill them.

Crazy Horse is already red-eyed, and he has a few chains attached to his body. As long as the chain on the machine gun is almost finished, he will connect the new chain. In this case, he has a medium machine gun in his hand. . Roaring like the bullets will never run out.

The explosive flames caused by the grenade still jumped endlessly in two places in the camp, shining so brightly that the surroundings seemed to be coated with a magnificent orange-red, that is, under the flickering firelight, gorgeous blood flowers, one after another in the air. Bloom in full bloom.

Lin Rui leaned his back against the gun and laughed loudly, "How is it? Old gun, are you still enjoying it?"

"You are a bunch of lunatics, but I like it." Gun Gun roared as he raised his gun and fired.

"Crazy Horse, we should withdraw!" Lin Rui shouted to the Indians.

Crazy Horse was like a human-shaped harvester. After all the armed men had fallen down, he continued to shoot for more than ten seconds before the sound of shooting stopped abruptly. Crazy Horse, under the cover of Lin Rui and others, turned around and ran at high speed.

In the chaotic tent area, Crazy Horse encountered an enemy who met in a narrow way. He raised the machine gun in his hand without hesitation, and easily knocked down the opponent with the gun. This Indian is tall and heavy, and his physical strength is even more amazing. The absolutely heavy machine gun smashed into the head of the militant, its power was no less than that of a heavy pound hammer, and the bone-shattering sound was mixed with shrill screams.

The bullets whizzed, and the sound of the bullet casings falling to the ground was like a torrential rain. The tent area of ​​the camp is full of the corpses of armed personnel. On the position, there are still billowing flames and gunpowder smoke. The fragments of the grenade explosion are mixed in the shock wave. Flying around, pulling out a piercing sound of breaking wind in the air.

With the explosion, the mud and sand lifted up in waves, one after another, smashing at everyone, and layers of sand and rain floated in the air. In such a place, there are firelights everywhere, flickering, and the shadows of all the objects around are fluttering and flying, really like a group of demons dancing wildly.

On the face of Commander Gerald, there was an expression ten times uglier than crying. "What's going on here, who is attacking us? Damn it, is it the government army, or some other guerrilla?"

Conan pushed him down on the chair and said viciously, "Listen to Lao Tzu. Go and organize your people immediately and let them try to hold back these mercenaries. Just give me half an hour, and our people will Get there. There's no way they can escape!"

"No, it shouldn't be just these mercenaries. It sounds like there are at least a hundred of them." Gerald's face turned pale and he whispered, "My people have lost a lot, no, I have to order them to shrink their defenses, stop It's not worth it to chase these outlaws."

"Fart, there are not so many people at all, just two small groups of mercenaries. Now as long as we can hold them back, we can win the final victory." Conan said angrily, "Shrink the defense? You can't think of it."

An armed man covered in blood ran into the command room and said, "They have already rushed to the entrance of the camp. We failed to stop them, and the guard team at the entrance of the camp also lost contact. They may have..."

"Damn, have they escaped?" Gerald shouted.

"Yes, we are organizing a pursuit. But they seem to have damaged the vehicle. Our cars are all damaged. The tires are all punctured~www.wuxiahere.com~The gasoline has been emptied." The militant was embarrassed. .

"Gasoline?" Before Gerald had time to be surprised, there were several earth-shattering explosions outside. Flames enveloped the entire camp, and the direction of the camp's parking lot was full of fire.

"Damn, our cars are all destroyed!" Conan said angrily. "Hurry up and chase them and stop them."

"How to chase? Our cars are on fire. They have a few armed pickups with snipers on them. We can't get close to them. They're locked up first." Gerald said angrily, "It's you who caused me such a loss. Do you know how much effort it took for me to pull this team up?"

Conan looked at Gerald with contempt and disdain in his eyes, "How big a person's vision is, what he achieves will be equally big. You know? Gerald, in your life, you will only become A small warlord. Guarding your small territory, commanding a limited number of younger brothers, to scavenge the civilians on the territory. You can never go further."

Gerald was stunned for a moment and then became furious, "This is clearly your responsibility, why are you still talking to me in such a tone? I want to see the baron, and I ask him to change someone to cooperate with us. I don't want to be with a Talk to people who don't respect me."

"I don't want to either." Conan sighed and whispered in Gerald's ear, "Trust me, Gerald. I'm even more urgent than you on this matter. You're stupid, you should be replaced. Come and manage this." He walked away from Gerald, who slumped to the ground, blood quickly spreading from under him.

Conan wiped the knife in his hand with a handkerchief and threw it on the ground, then rushed out and shouted loudly, "They killed Chief Gerald, don't let these mercenaries go, let me chase them all."