Just as Klisman and Lao Geng were discussing what to do next, suddenly there was a fierce gunshot in front of him, and they were beaten up the seven of them so hard that they could not raise their heads. They could only hide behind a big tree with their heads in their arms.

"Counterattack! Counterattack!"

Kleisman shouted, "I want these unevolved chimpanzees to know how powerful we are!"

As the descendant of the Martin family, the largest weapon merchant in the United States, he looked down on these African natives very much, but now he was beaten to run away with his head, which made Klisman's arrogant heart very unbearable.

With Kleisman's order, the five bodyguards on their side, like Lao Geng, began to shoot and fight back.

Although they were chased miserably by the mercenaries behind them, they still had no pressure to deal with these rebel soldiers.

But one thing is the worst, that is, they have fewer bullets at this time. After a day and night of pursuit and fighting, not only did they reduce their personnel, but their ammunition has also bottomed out.

"Note that we have to rush forward. We will be safe only by rushing through their fire line, otherwise we will be hit by front and back later!"

Joe Wolson shouted loudly.

"Also, pay attention to collecting the other party's guns and bullets. Our ammunition is almost exhausted!"

After hearing Joe Walson's words, everyone nodded solemnly. Now they are at the point of survival and death. Even the eldest young master, Cleisman, dare not neglect at all.

Just when Klisman and the others were in a fire with the rebels, Wal, who had been paying attention to this side, was overjoyed and reported to Lin Donghui: "Boss, fight, fight!"

Lin Dong's eyes lit up and said, "Are you saying that the rebels and those seven people have already started exchanging fire?"

He gave Ben Affle next to him a wink. Ben nodded, turned around and turned out from behind the hiding tree. The machine gun in his hand suddenly began to roar.

Lin Dong also took this opportunity to start shooting behind him.

However, at this time the gun in his hand was no longer m4a1, but ak47 snatched from the rebels.

Lin Dong and the others' sudden counterattack caused more than a dozen rebels chasing behind him to be severely injured, and at least six people fell under Lin Dong and the others' guns.

"Wall, let me tell you about the specific situation."

Seeing that fewer and fewer rebels were chasing behind him, Lin Dong asked Ben to keep a watch and began to contact Wall himself.

"Boss, the group of people who followed Lao Geng are not simple characters. The five mercenaries have very strong combat power. None of them is weaker than me and I. Now they have dragged all the dozens of rebel soldiers who are chasing over, and they have vaguely gained the upper hand."

"You mean the rebels who were chasing me were stopped by them?"

"Yes, boss. Now there are only eight people left behind you, and it's a good time for you to fight back!"

Lin Dong suddenly became happy.

"Haha, I think so too!"

Since they are going to fight back, Lin Dong and the others will change their previous strategies.

Then under the cover of the grass and wood, Lin Dong and Ben began to touch the remaining eight rebel soldiers.

At this time, the soldiers seemed a little panicked. Their captain had been killed in the previous battle. Now there are only eight of them left in more than 30 people. If they weren't afraid that they would be punished for retreating now, they would have dispersed.

To be honest, in Lin Dong and the others' eyes, even the elite of these rebels are like shit compared to those real world-strong troops, such as the army of major powers such as the United States, Germany, and China.

The gap mentioned here is not just about equipment, but also about military literacy and beliefs. These things are rarely seen in some African armies.

Lin Dong quietly touched a grass that was only ten meters away from them. If there was a grenade at this time, then a grenade could easily take them in one pot.

But unfortunately, although Lin Dong and the others are not exhausted from ammunition and food, they have used up their grenades.

But it doesn't matter. Now the other party has obviously lost his fighting spirit and has actually crouched together one by one. Now he and Ben are surrounding them in two directions. With just one quick-fire battle, they can make all these guys thrust.

Tattata!

At close range, the powerful power of AK is simply shocking.

There are more than one gun hole in each of the eight people. AK's 7.62mm bullets have no less lethality than the rpk light machine gun in Ben Afflee's hands, and can even penetrate the bodies of two people.

Bang!

Lin Dong felt as if his head was hit by a heavy hammer, and a buzzing sound began to sound in his ears.

Although he was a little confused by the sudden attack, Lin Dong instinctively lay directly on the ground, and then rolled away from the grass where he was just now.

hiss!

Lin Dong took a breath because he felt a stinging pain coming from his head near his left ear.

The crisp gunshot followed, shocking Ben, who was not far away.

"Boss, are you okay?"

Wall, who had been paying attention in the distance, also discovered this scene. Just as Lin Dong fell, he had already judged the opponent's position based on the bullet's trajectory.

The sniper rifle in his hand instantly aimed at that place, but it was still a little late, because he saw a figure flashing from his own vision and crawling into the grass next to him.

"Damn it, damn it! Let him run away again!"

Wall was very upset and hated this elusive guy to the extreme.

However, the other party is also a sniper master, so it is useless to be anxious. Instead, he should stabilize his mentality, otherwise he would let the other party lead the nose, which would be too passive.

"Boss, are you okay?"

Wall asked with some concern.

Lin Dong hid in the grass, took down the bulletproof helmet on his head, looked at the gap above, and gently reached out to touch it, his hands were filled with blood.

A bullet cut a hole near his left ear.

Lin Dong felt that his right half of his face was almost unconscious, as if he was being slapped with a red iron rod, and he almost vented his anger after the pain.

"grass!"

Lin Dong was very angry. How many times has this mission been injured? He has never had such a thing.

But he still forced himself to calm down. After all, it is on the battlefield now, not when his mind is hot.

Hearing the worried questioning of Wall and Ben, Lin Dong took out gauze and wrapped it around his head to stop bleeding, and said, "It's okay, there's a little injury. Wall, have you seen clearly the person who shot?"
Chapter completed!