Battlefield Contractor

The Red Baron and Snake Eye shot almost at the same time, but in such a high-speed bumpy car, the two top snipers also shot at the same time.

The Red Baron's shot was originally aimed at Snake Eye's head, but because of the bumps of the vehicle, the bullet flew over Snake Eye's shoulder, tearing a piece of flesh on his shoulder, and blood was oozing out. However, the bullet from Snake Eye went more, instead of killing the Red Baron, it shattered the driver beside the Red Baron. The large-caliber bullet ripped off half of the driver's body.

The driver died on the spot, and the Red Baron's vehicle immediately lost control. He pushed the driver abruptly and reached out to support the steering wheel. Although the direction was stabilized, the driver's foot on the accelerator was loosened, and the speed of the vehicle dropped.

The convoy of Snake Eyes and others took the opportunity to distance themselves from the armed convoy of the secret agency. Snake Eye struggled to touch his shoulder, and suddenly felt a sting and stickiness. The stinging is the body, the sticky is the blood.

He covered the wound on his shoulder, took a deep breath, and tore off an emergency triangle. After a hastily bandaged it, Snake Eye realized that the cold sweat on his forehead had wet his brown hair. Only then did he have time to pay attention to the situation of the team. In the previous continuous battle, as many as two-thirds of the wounded were killed on the spot, seriously wounded, and already out of combat effectiveness. There were only four trucks left in Anmore soldiers who could still fight, no more than twenty people.

There were less than twenty Anmore soldiers, mostly veterans with rich experience on the battlefield. They had experienced fierce battles and were accustomed to seeing death. But I have never seen such a brutal and tyrannical battle with the secret agency. Some soldiers even huddled in the car, unwilling to pick up their guns.

"Get up for me, get up for me! Needless to say, you should also be aware that when they catch up to us, the enemy will kill us, and we are absolutely impossible to support it, and no one can survive. If you don't fight now, everyone here will die soon!" Snake's eyes snapped.

Listening to Snake Eye’s words, the lieutenant’s face was desperate, and he roared, "We are not afraid of death! This is the path we have chosen, and we are already prepared to face all this! But, this is too miserable. It's too miserable." He was holding an Anmore soldier who was pierced by a bullet in his chest and could only say no more. He could only breathe continuously.

"I know you are not afraid of death, but we may not die! If we can get to the swamp before them, we can use the swamp terrain to get rid of them!" Snake eyes gritted their teeth and turned their heads, looking at the still behind. Crazy chasing convoy.

He looked at the distance, at least the dust raised by dozens of cars that were almost connected together, almost invisible to the side, would make people involuntarily rise in a kind that can not be resisted at all, and absolutely cannot be shaken. feel. In the roar of the engine, the roar of the engine is even more crazy and public. What's terrible is that the secret society armed forces on the flanks are also surrounding. They use the firepower net composed of the light machine guns on the vehicle, and they can often vent the craziest bullet rain in an instant.

Looking at all of this in front of me, I felt the strongest oppressive force displayed by a well-trained and experienced army.

Snake Eye knew that they might not be able to escape the enemy's pursuit this time. He suddenly shouted wildly: "See, that is the enemy. That is the mortal enemy who killed your brothers and invaded your homeland! Lieutenant, they are encircling you, are you going to be killed, or are you going to fight again?"

In the loud roar of snake eyes. The lieutenant finally put down the wounded in his hand and took up the weapon again. But because of the continuous combat and the successive deaths of his comrades around him, no matter how hard he tried, he was still a little confused and still a little slow in thinking. After watching his bloodied hand pick up the weapon, he suddenly let out a hysterical roar: " Fight! Fight to the east with all your strength, and all those who can hold guns will pick up weapons for me and hit me!"

"Yes, this is like a man!" Snake Eye patted his shoulder and shouted.

"Boom! Boom!" Two rockets fired from a distant car, flying through the air and screaming, slammed into the back of their car. One of the rockets was closer and exploded with shrapnel. Almost straight on the head of an Anmor warrior, there was a terrible cracking sound. The soldier fell under the car. Even their truck was suddenly bumped by the blast.

A black soldier in Anmore lost control completely, lying on his car and throwing up, screaming hysterically, "I want to go home, I want to go home!"

Snake's eyes also understood that the training of these Anmor soldiers could not be compared with the elite soldiers of the secret society. Fighting is not only about fighting military quality, but also about psychological quality. He took a deep breath and suddenly shouted: "I'll take you home!" In extraordinary times, with extraordinary means, Snake Eye knew that these soldiers must be shocked at this time.

He drew his dagger without hesitation and stabbed the soldier to death. Then he glared and turned around and shouted, "The deserter has only death as his destination! He is not even worthy to end himself with a bullet. Give me the chance to continue shooting and keep away from the enemy. This is our chance to survive."

With the murder of Snake Eye, the Anmor soldiers suddenly issued the craziest howl. Looking at them now, there are still some well-trained soldiers. These Anmor black soldiers are like a group of wild beasts, a group of people forced to a desperate situation, even if they are dead, they will turn around and bite you again, and be the craziest beast of the trapped beast!

There are screaming bullets and explosions everywhere, and the **** dagger with snake eyes has deeply plunged the fear of war and death into everyone's heart-if you don't fight, you will die!

Even Lieutenant Anmore, who had lost his fighting spirit just now, wiped blood from his face and picked up the heavy machine gun on the fixed bracket of the car again, yelling to reopen fire on the secret agency convoy that was chasing far away.

"Da! Da! Da..." The sound of heavy machine gun fire from several other vehicles also suddenly sounded. The following secret agency vehicles were under the intensive fire suppression, and two of them lost control and smoked and rushed down the roadside.

"Da da da..." The light machine gun armed by the secret society also rang. In the face of all this, the black lieutenant of Anmore couldn't make any response. As a bunch of blood blossoms bloomed from his chest, he fell headlong. inverted.

Snake Eye suddenly showed his head from the car and stretched out the muzzle. "Bang!" The machine gunner on the car in the distance was shot and killed by him.

"Come and take over the machine gun firepower!" Snake Eye roared, "Don't stop the car, continue to accelerate!"

(End of this chapter)