Battlefield Contract Worker

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"It's the enemy, the enemy ran away. We won." The mercenary shouted excitedly.

Black Mamba was not too awake yet, pointed to the distance and said, "Then..."

"No one left, they ran. Captain, they dropped the tank and ran." The mercenary helped the Black Mamba.

The Black Mamba gasped and touched his forehead with his hand. He had just been pushed several times by the shock wave, and he had a big hole in his forehead. The blood was dripping and it looked scary, but fortunately it was only a skin injury.

But the concussion response isn't over yet. Not only dizzy, but also nauseated.

The Black Mamba struggled to stand up, "Go and check that tank. See if there are any living holes in it."

A few mercenaries dragged out a corpse from the tank. From the location, the corpse should be the commander of the tank.

"It's the commander. This guy killed several of our brothers with a machine gun and was killed by us." A mercenary touched his hand. "It looks like he was shot in the chest and head, and he's out of breath."

"How's the tank?" the Black Mamba asked.

"No big problem. I was hit by a rocket before, but it didn't penetrate. These guys didn't know you were stunned. They were probably afraid of anti-tank missiles. So they abandoned the car and ran away." A mercenary replied.

"Damn, several of our brothers died in his hands. Damn terrorists." A mercenary kicked the corpse fiercely.

"There's no time to lose my temper, we have to go back quickly." Black Mamba stumbled. He turned around suddenly, "Who would drive that thing?"

"Tanks? I've only driven trucks." The mercenary said awkwardly.

"I can drive it if it's nothing, it's simple. But I have to find a gunner." Black Mamba looked at the mercenaries, "Have you ever played with guns?"

"Me." A mercenary raised his hand.

"Get in the car with me, we'll drive back in a tank." Black Mamba shook his head.

"Sir, are you serious?" Several other mercenaries looked at him.

"Nonsense, we are like this now. Can we kill them back? But with this thing, it will be different. They will never attack their own tanks, right?" Black Mamba climbed into the tank cockpit. "Come on. Hope we get lucky."

Several mercenaries followed him and climbed into the tank. But after getting on the tank, I was dumbfounded. The mercenary who claimed to have played with guns still lacked understanding of tank guns. Even controlling the turret is difficult.

"Don't worry about it so much, just go to the roof of the car and control the machine gun. Let's go back." Black Mamba shook his head and drove the tank.

First, he is still dizzy, and secondly, he can drive tanks, but he is just bragging.

The tank was started by him, but it was swaying like a drunk. After all, he is still dizzy.

After a few laps in place, it was only when the direction was found. Drive the tank all the way to the direction of the camp.

The Somali youth army was still besieging the camp of the mercenaries, and suddenly heard someone from the rear shouting that tanks were coming.

These Somali youth troops are quite happy, after all, their own tanks have arrived. It may be that the commander thinks that the battle is almost over, and it is time to send these iron guys.

Although they recognized the tank, they didn't know that the people in the tank had all changed.

So the tank driven by the Black Mamba was not hindered in any way and almost drove straight in.

"Be careful, there are enemies everywhere." A mercenary gasped.

The Black Mamba calmly nodded, then assigned the task "You, go set up the machine gun. It's dark now, they can't see us.

It's better to take the opportunity to do it, and then drive the car to the opposite side. "

The machine gunner in the mercenary quickly opened the tank cover, stood in the position of the heavy machine gun, and loaded the bullets of the machine gun with a few clicks.

The machine gun sound of "da da da" sounded, and rows of bullets flew towards the enemy. The surrounding Somali youth army did not think that their tanks would actually shoot at their own troops, and the power of the machine guns was unpredictable to the extreme.

Through the periscope, the Black Mamba saw where the machine gun bullets went, the grass fell to the ground like a scythe, and the Somali youth troops hidden inside were exposed one by one. Being hit by the machine gun, he could no longer be invisible, so he stood up and ran around.

Because the distance is too close, the tank guns can't be used at all and cannot exert the power of artillery fire. However, the wild fire of the two machine guns has also made the Somali youth army here suffer and know what powerful firepower is.

The tank kept moving forward, and the turret turned 360 degrees. The course machine gun and the heavy machine gun swept three hundred and sixty degrees. There were a few enemies who wanted to throw grenades, but before they raised their hands, their bodies were smashed by machine gun bullets, causing stumps and broken arms.

Qi Qi's bullets swept horizontally, and slashed in the air at a large fan-shaped machete, horizontally slashing several enemies who jumped up.

There was a "puff puff" sound, and several enemies fell heavily to the ground.

The machine gunner didn't care about aiming and shooting, he just smoothed the barrel and slashed at the rushing enemy.

"Da-da-da-da" The violent machine gun bullets slammed into the crowded place again.

These Somali youth troops did not expect that their tanks suddenly went crazy and opened fire at the back of the team.

Black Mamba found from the periscope that two Somali youth soldiers ran over in the distance carrying a bazooka and ordered the gunner to fire.

As a result, the mercenary was not familiar with the control of the tank gun at all. The gun barrel turned several times in a row and fired two shells, but most of them went empty.

It's okay to miss a hit, as long as the shells are powerful enough. The terrorist carrying the rocket launcher had just loaded the rocket, and before he could launch it, he was bombarded by the tank gun. After the shell exploded, a huge plume of smoke rose up.

Lin Rui whispered: "Rush out~www.wuxiahere.com~ The tanks are heading towards the interior of the camp. They want to pass through the enemy's attacking troops and run to the distance to gather with their own mercenary troops.

It was only at this time that the Somali Youth Army realized that the situation was wrong. Seeing that the tanks were about to run away, they would not give up. They raised their guns to shoot, but the bullets hit the tank, and it was just a crackling sound.

The mercenary who controls the machine gun is also a veteran. Although I haven't played much with the machine gun on the tank, after a few minutes of shooting, I am familiar with all the essentials of this heavy machine gun.

I saw that the machine gunner on the tank quickly turned the muzzle, lifted the barrel up and down, and pulled the trigger with his fingers loose and tight. Under his rhythmic operation, the heavy machine guns are absorbed in priorities.

The bullets poured out the bullets alternately. The bullets that flew out also attracted the chasing enemy like a magnet.

Enemies chasing tanks were swept away by machine guns and had to run sideways and jump to avoid machine gun fire.

But because it is in the crowd, there is no time to dodge, and where can you dodge?