Battlefield Contractor

The shell of the Gustav recoilless gun accurately hit the armored vehicle that was chasing after it.

The huge explosion knocked the entire armored vehicle over to the ground, billowing thick smoke.

The beard succeeded with a shot, pushed away the Gustav recoilless gun in his hand, turned around and shouted, "Retreat at the opportunity!"

The combat capability and level of the Red Tide troops are not at all comparable to those of the Orumi Federation Army.

After the armored vehicle was destroyed, they did not have any panic or hesitation at all, but resolutely implemented the established strategy.

Several off-road vehicles quickly surrounded them. Start from the two wings to pinch in the middle. Although Big Beard and others have been constantly shooting at the enemies who have outflanked them.

However, the vehicles of the Red Tide troops are still getting closer. At this distance, they can almost see each other's face clearly.

From time to time, bullets penetrated the vehicle and hit people in the vehicle.

The beard had no time to adjust the recoilless gun, so he could only set up the machine gun and fire at full force, hoping to use firepower to suppress the opponent's pursuit speed.

"Da da da..." The sound of gunshots rang out, and the metal shells continued to crumble into the car. And the enemy's bullets are constantly roaring.

The fragile iron skin of an armed pickup truck can't stop the penetration of bullets at all.

The members of the hammer resistance organization in the car tried to put their bodies lower. But under the merciless purge of bullet rain, two people were still shot.

But these hammer resistance organization members are indeed worthy of bravery.

Even if he was injured, he was still fighting.

A resistance organization member pressed the wound with one hand and pulled the trigger with the other hand and opened fire at the vehicle behind.

The blood from the wound constantly seeps out, and the blood that comes out is sticky, even a little greasy. This is a sign of organ bleeding.

"Puff puff puff." The bullet hit the seat of the vehicle, and the sound was dull.

There was a noticeable pause in the beard's movements, and at this moment he knew that he had been shot.

Several bullets penetrated his body after penetrating the vehicle seat.

"You were shot!" The driver turned his head and looked at him in surprise.

The beard touched the blood on his waist, shook his head, and continued fighting with guns.

"They have been eyeing me. I will slow down and attract their attention more. Other vehicles continue to move forward as planned." The bearded man picked up the vehicle communicator with a pale face and called other vehicles.

"Remember, we have to drag them to the end. Successfully dragging them is our victory." The beard put down the communicator.

His hands were full of blood, but he still wiped it nonchalantly. Raising the gun while shooting, one asked the driver to slow down.

The driver knows that in such a chase. What does it mean to slow down or even stop.

But he did not hesitate to execute the order of Beard.

The vehicle is decelerating. Slowly slid forward several tens of meters, and then stopped.

Taking advantage of this process, Beard added another round to the recoilless gun.

But it wasn't until this time that he discovered that the sight of the recoilless gun had been destroyed by a stray bullet.

He could only pat the driver and lower his voice, "Slow down and stop the car."

The driver had already picked up an assault rifle, slammed on the brakes.

In the course of such a vehicle chase, once it stops, it means that it has become a living target for the opponent.

Not only the driver, but several other Hammer Resistance members in the car, also understood what Beard wanted to do.

No one raised objections. Instead, they all silently replaced a new magazine.

The vehicle stopped.

In fact, this car won’t last long even if you drive it again. A rear wheel has been completely blown.

The team members got out of the vehicle one after another, relying on the vehicles to retaliate against the chasing members of the red tide force.

Bullets from the Red Tide troops penetrated the vehicle and hit them. The blood stained the yellow sand ground, shocking.

Teammates around him kept falling down, but the beard didn't even look at it. Just mechanically raise the gun and shoot until a bullet hit him.

The beard, who was nearly 1.8 meters tall, finally couldn't support his heavy body and fell to the ground.

The bearded man in a coma felt someone approaching. He stretched out his hand, instinctively trying to grab the weapon next to him.

But the assault rifle was kicked away by a foot wearing military boots.

Albert's car couldn't stop either, he got out of the car.

Albert looked at the bearded man who was trying to resist, and asked loudly, "Where is Felix?!"

The bearded man looked up at him without saying a word.

"Your task is done well. You have done your best, now you can tell me where Felix is." Albert shouted.

"You haven't won yet." The beard raised his head difficultly, and spit out the blood and sand in his mouth. "You will never win."

People from the Orumi Federal Army ran over to report, "A total of six people, including the pilot, have been killed. No target was found."

The bearded smiled sadly, "I said, you will never win."

"Unfortunately I have won. And I will always win to the end." Albert stretched out his hand.

The soldiers of the Orumi Federal Army handed him the weapon in his hand.

Albert took the assault rifle. The gun was pressed against the head of the bearded man. "I'll ask again, where is the person?"

"You-never-won't win!" The beard yelled with all his strength. Many wounds on his body were bleeding, and a lot of blood loss made his face completely bloodless.

"There are still a few cars ahead... These people are desperately protecting the cars in front of them to break through, I'm afraid Felix is ​​still in the front convoy." The officer of the Red Tide Troop whispered.

"Catch up and kill them. Felix must die. These resistance members must die too!" Alport pulled the trigger.

The impact kinetic energy of the bullet made the bearded instinctively fall back. He lay in this desert, and with his own life, he fulfilled his commitment to this mission.

Albert dropped the weapon in his hand, his expression became quite ugly, "Continue to pursue, none of these people can be let go."

"My people have caught up. They have been staring at the cars ahead. If Felix is ​​in the convoy in front, then he has no chance to escape." The officer of the Red Tide Troop sneered.

"Let's chase it!" Al Porter said with a sullen face.

Obviously, the tough attitude of these hammer resistance organizations made him feel very uncomfortable. He even began to wonder if Felix was in the front team?

But at this point, it is obviously impossible to give up the pursuit.