Battlefield Contractor

In just a few minutes, the two mercenary teams, O2 and Fox, sprinted at a speed of almost 100 meters and forcibly captured the two wings of the camp. Please search ()! The fastest newest novel Crazy Horse picked up the guard's machine gun with the most proficient action. Wrap the bullet chain around your arm and sweep it with the machine gun.

The Indian's strong body and knotted muscles made him a mobile machine gun tower. With Crazy Horse as the core, it forms a cross-fire support point. When his shooting ceased, the two general-purpose machine guns and several automatic rifles on his side immediately followed up and fired at the enemy's position without distinction.

Under the dark night, the bullets pulled out in the air are clearly visible to the naked eye, and it makes people involuntarily think of the trajectory of the idiom that thunder cannot cover their ears. With the sound of whizzing and breaking the wind, they face the dumbfounded fighters Swept past.

At this moment, the two snipers of the remote support team, Snake Eye and Yelena, don't need to consider concealment at all. The sound of gunfire like popping beans and the roar of grenade explosions made their two sniper rifles equipped with silencers almost unknown.

And those militants who have no bunker protection and no military evasion actions are simply targets that look more like gun targets than gun targets. Archers like Yelena and Snake Eye are almost shooting by name.

Their only shortcoming is the limited ammunition capacity of the sniper rifle, otherwise they will kill more people than Crazy Horse.

Crazy Horse has already red eyes and has several bullet chains hanging on his body. As long as the bullet chain on the machine gun is almost finished, he will continue to connect the new bullet chain. In this case, he has this medium machine gun in his hand. . Roaring like a bullet will never finish.

The flames of the explosion caused by the grenade still hopped endlessly in two places in the camp, shining so that the surroundings seemed to be coated with a magnificent orange-red layer, that is, under the flickering fire light, the gorgeous blood flowers, one after another in the air In full bloom.

Lin Rui leaned back against the gun and laughed loudly, "How about it? Old gun, is it fun?"

"You are a bunch of lunatics, but I like it." The guns shouted while raising their guns.

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

Crazy Horse is like a humanoid harvester. After these militants have all fallen down, he continued to shoot for more than ten seconds before the sound of shooting suddenly stopped. Crazy Horse turned and ran at high speed under the cover of Lin Rui and others.

In a chaotic tent area, Crazy Horse encountered an enemy who met in a narrow path. He raised the machine gun in his hand without hesitation, and easily knocked down the opponent with the gun. The height and weight of this Indian is amazing. The absolutely heavy machine gun hit the militants' heads, and its power was no less than that of a heavy pound hammer, with the sore bones cracking sound, mixed with screams.

The bullets roared, and the sound of the shells falling as if it was rainstorming, clanging and crashing. In the tent area of ​​the camp are the corpses of armed personnel. On the position, there are still tumbling flames and smoke, fragments of grenade explosions, mixed in the shock wave, straight and oblique spinning, whizzing and flying, In the air, there were waves of breaking wind that were harsh to the extreme.

With the explosion, the mud and sand that were set off were wave after wave, smashing at everyone with head and face, and layers of sand and rain floated in the air. In such an area, there was flames, flickering and dimming, pulling the shadows of all surrounding objects, and then fluttering and dancing, really like a group of demons dancing.

On the face of Command Gerald, there was an expression that was harder than crying. "What is going on, who is attacking us? Damn it, is it the government army or other guerrillas?"

Conan pushed him down on the chair and said fiercely, "Listen to Lao Tzu. Immediately organize your people and let them hold the mercenaries as much as possible. Just give me half an hour and our people will Arrived. They will never escape!"

"No, it shouldn't be just these mercenaries. It sounds like they have at least hundreds of them." Gerrard turned pale and whispered, "My people have lost a lot. No, I have to order them to shrink their defenses. It's not worth chasing these desperadoes."

"Fart, there are not so many people at all, just two small groups of mercenaries. Now as long as we can hold them down, we can win the final victory." Conan furiously said, "Shrink the defense? It's not what you think."

An armed man covered in blood ran into the command room, "They have rushed to the entrance of the camp, we could not stop them, and the guard team at the entrance of the camp lost contact. They are probably already..."

"Damn, have they escaped?" Gerrard roared.

"Yes, we are organizing a chase. But they seem to have damaged the vehicle. Our cars were destroyed. The tires were punctured and the gasoline was emptied." The militant was embarrassed.

"Gasoline?" Before Gerrard was surprised, there were a few earth-shattering explosions outside. Flames enveloped the entire camp, and in the direction of the parking lot of the camp, a flame burst into the sky.

"Damn, our car is destroyed!" Conan said furiously. "Hurry up and chase them and stop them."

"How to chase? Our cars were burned. They have several armed pickup trucks and snipers on them. We can't get close to them. I said earlier that we should kill them first, but you have to They lock up first." Gerrard said furiously, "It was you who caused me such a great loss. Do you know how much effort it took me to pull up this team?"

Conan Rad, his eyes are full of contempt and disdain, "How big a person's vision is, his achievements will be as great. You know? Gerrard, you will only become a little warlord in your life. Guarding your small site, commanding a limited number of little brothers to search for civilians on the site. You can never go further."

Gerrard was taken aback and then furious, "This is clearly your responsibility. How can you still talk to me in this way? I want to see the Baron, and I ask him to change to work with us. I don't want to work with one. People who don’t respect me speak."

"I don't want to." Conan sighed and whispered in Gerrard's ear, "Trust me, Gerrard. I am even more urgent about this matter than you. You are too stupid, you should change someone. It's time to manage all of this." He walked away from Gerrard, but Gerrard was limp on the ground, and blood quickly spread from under him.

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

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