Chapter 853 Battle of Death Valley (3) [two-in-one chapter]
When another sentence came out, 'Warehouse manager, are you really dead? If you're not dead, quickly shoot down the other party's snipers.' Such a cordial greeting reached my ears.
Holding a 98K rifle, the warehouse manager was quickly moving around while leaning forward.
It can be said that there is no wave in my heart at all.
Even not long after the war started, in such a short period of time, he had heard the same kind of cordial greetings in his ears countless times.
The content of the shouting is either asking you to shoot down the opponent's snipers, or to shoot down a certain firepower point.
There was even an unknown reason for the poor thing, probably because it was shot by the on-board machine gun on the Centurion tank, which made it extremely embarrassed and annoyed.
He actually asked himself to use a 7.62mm caliber rifle to penetrate the bulletproof glass in the narrow shooting hole.
Then deal with one of them and beat him into a dog-like machine gunner.
In short, because the Central Continent team has been at a disadvantage for too long, everyone is accustomed to calling for aircraft and long-range artillery support like soldiers when they encounter problems in battle.
Instead, he shouted to the warehouse manager, a sniper, to kill something on the opponent's side.
Therefore, the warehouse manager, who has long been accustomed to all this, is still asking how to act amidst the constant requests and greetings.
Everything is fought according to one's own ideas, as if one has not heard anything.
Of course, the main reason why the warehouse manager did this was not that he didn't care about the life and death of his teammates; rather, it was a rather rogue move when there was really no other way to do it in a team battle.
The difference between team battle missions and ordinary system missions is definitely not just that the punishment is more severe, but the results are more cruel. There is a huge difference.
For example, snipers like warehouse managers can no longer act like they are in ordinary missions.
Facing the indigenous snipers who are ordinary people, they can easily kill the snipers in the mission world just like adults beating children.
Even, many times before.
The warehouse manager, relying on his strong agility and neurological reactions, would often fire several shots in a row from a sniper position before retreating before the opponent's heavy fire counterattack arrived.
But such a crushing general combat method once enters the team battle mode.
Facing the powerful snipers of the opponent team, if you continue to rely on yourself like this, you are seeking death.
Therefore, today's warehouse managers have become extremely careful and cautious. The first factor is to ensure that oneself is alive, and the second factor is to defeat the opponent.
No! I was hiding in a snowdrift just now. Just like a patient old hunter waiting for his prey to appear, the warehouse manager was waiting for the snipers of John's team to be exposed.
Then he greeted him with a shot, and he could be considered one of the top three tough opponents among his many missions.
As a result, he did not wait for the other party to be exposed. Instead, due to a special situation, the warehouse manager had to take the initiative to open fire, exposing his position.
That's when he saw an M2 heavy machine gun, which was firing at SIR Shipolu in the community.
In order to fire a rocket, Shi Polu had no time to dodge. If the warehouse management didn't take action, Shi Polu would probably be dead.
Because the green system armor on Shi Polu's body can prevent his body from being hit by large-caliber bullets of 12.7*99 mm.
However, the kinetic energy of more than 13,000 joules carried on the warhead was not something Shi Polu's ribs could withstand.
So with no choice, the warehouse manager could only fire a quick shot and kill the main shooter of the M2 heavy machine gun.
It can be regarded as making his own contribution by destroying a tank for Shi Polu.
The moment after pulling the trigger, the warehouse manager didn't even glance at the outcome of the battle; after picking up the 98K in his hand, it immediately began to roll to one side.
I plan to leave here immediately and move to the next sniper position.
Not to mention pulling the gun bolt like before, firing a few shots and then moving.
But even though the warehouse manager had acted so decisively, the moment he started to roll to one side, he still let out a muffled groan.
That was when a bullet grazed his left arm, causing him to be injured on the spot.
The only good thing is that his arm was just a long gash from the bullet. The pain was a little painful, but it did not affect the subsequent battle.
About half a minute later, the warehouse manager successfully moved to the next sniper position and lurked.
While he quickly wrapped a piece of gauze around the wound to prevent excessive bleeding, he already felt a faint feeling that something was wrong.
This is not good, not only because the opponent's snipers are more cold-blooded than you are, but they actually use the lives of your own soldiers to set the stage for yourself and attract your own exposure.
However, because of the education he received since childhood and the three views he has developed over the years, he is simply unable to do this.
The more important reason is that this veteran joined the team during the first mission of the Zhongzhou Team, which was the Duanjiazi Gun Tower.
I have already felt something: the battle situation is not advancing smoothly, and we cannot continue to fight like this.
And such an idea, or a premonition, did not only arise in the warehouse manager; many veterans of the Zhongzhou team also had such a feeling...
Like a dexterous butterfly, the AT used what seemed to be quite elegant movements from a distance, moving amidst dense bullets and explosion shock waves, constantly approaching the opponent's turtle shell position.
By the way! In the last mission, the little white-collar worker finally promoted his "Elementary Vampire" bloodline to the intermediate level by relying on his lucky burst.
After such a long period of time, the intermediate bloodline was completely digested and reached an optimal upper limit.
Then the question arises, can this team's top soldier with an intermediate agility bloodline be faster than a bullet?
Unfortunately, the answer is of course not.
Even after exploding the power of his bloodline and letting his speed surge again, he still couldn't do this.
However, combined with AT's rich combat experience, tactical movements and other qualities, more importantly, it is impossible for normal people to obtain that kind of multiple death experience.
When a young white-collar worker carrying a rocket launcher alone rushed towards the Royal Heavy Tank Battalion.
An extremely magical scene appeared. Even a tank gun, several light and heavy machine guns and submachine guns, and a dozen Lee Enfield rifles all fired continuously at the AT.
It doesn't matter whether it's a shell with an astonishing range of explosion after landing, or a bullet with an astonishing density.
These ferocious attacks always failed completely due to the AT's movements without any rules.
It's just that on the surface, AT, who has such an impressive performance, is constantly complaining in his heart at this moment; without him! His current action is to dance on the tip of a knife.
If you make no mistakes, you will be a coquettish king, showing off your skills to others; if you make a mistake, you will be an unlucky guy who is ready to eat, a fool who pretends to be cool.
And humans are not machines, so how can they not make mistakes?
An accidental mistake only occurs sooner or later.
AT felt that while rushing all the way, I was almost hit by bullets in both legs twice, and I only narrowly avoided it with some luck.
What's even more troublesome is that as he gets closer to the opponent's turtle formation.
Because the distance was shortened, the bullets coming from the position became more and more accurate, so that almost every time he took a few steps forward, the pressure he endured seemed to increase.
Finally, after rushing to a position about eighty meters away from the front of the position, the AT could no longer rush.
His original plan was to continue rushing forward for more than ten meters. There was a natural shallow pit there, enough for him to hide in and launch the rocket launcher.
But after at least two members of John's team joined in the strafing attack on him.
Those precise bullets often hit the spot where he would land next, making him feel quite strenuous and indescribably uncomfortable.
You can't use your own bloodline AT at this moment, so you can only fire helplessly.
At the risk of being hit, the young white-collar worker stopped briefly, raised his rocket launcher, and began to quickly aim at the nearest tank.
A second later, with several bullets hitting him, the AT opened fire.
For a veteran like AT, this rocket successfully hit the target as expected.
So when the AT felt the severe pain in his body and ran towards a bomb crater on the left, he was pleased to see that on the virtual screen in his head, the number of Centurion tanks decreased by one again and became
24 vehicles.
It's just that AT didn't have time to be happy, and instead felt quite depressed.
Because these shots hit his chest, abdomen and thigh respectively; the shot on the thigh was the most serious, causing him to slow down a lot.
What's even more troublesome is that I didn't know if it had gone through such a long period of conditioning, that is, drinking the extremely unpleasant Chinese medicine water from black Chinese medicine practitioners.
Or maybe it's a good change after being promoted to the intermediate bloodline.
In short, AT has actually overcome the problem of having to drink blood before a battle to a certain extent; he no longer has to endure the discomfort in his heart and drink a tube before every battle.
The reason why I say that is to a certain extent.
That is, after being shot, AT instinctively felt a strong impulse, so much so that he could no longer restrain the soul-like desire.
"Lao Hu! It's impossible to keep fighting like this. I feel like there's no rhythm at all~"
After AT cursed loudly in his mouth, he took out a tube of blood that had been released from Lao Qi's body before the battle started, pulled out the sieve and poured it into his mouth.
Almost instantly, he felt that the agile bloodline of the elves gave him some bonuses on speed.
It was a pity that after he was bandaging the wound on his thigh that had at least one or two pieces of flesh torn off.
I clearly know that my speed has been greatly reduced.
And while bandaging his thigh, he suddenly discovered to his joy that the data in his head jumped again, bringing the remaining number of Centurion tanks to 23...
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The character who killed another Centurion tank was Xu Feng, a middle-level bloodline warrior with a very limited number in the Central Continent team.
And the little brother Zhan Song, they formed an anti-armor team.
Xu Feng used the big green ax as a shield in front of him, while Zhan Song directly used the green shield produced by the system to protect his vital points.
As a result, even 12.7 mm caliber heavy machine gun bullets cannot cause actual damage to them.
Relying on such a crude method, the two of them moved very slowly, but little by little, they steadily approached the opponent's turtle position.
Of course, the above methods are not perfect and have no flaws at all.
The main reason is that in the opponent's Royal Heavy Tank Battalion, there are too many heavy firepowers of various calibers; not to mention those tank guns that can drive them to their souls with just one hit.
Just on armored vehicles such as the Deerhound, the 37 mm caliber main gun cannot be blocked by this kind of shield and axe.
The excellent quality of the weapons and shields produced by the system means that they will not be scrapped after being shot. It is more likely that they will be deformed and damaged, and they will need to spend points to repair them afterwards.
But the power of the 37mm caliber shell explosion can definitely destroy their wrists.
Fortunately, the two of them were cautious enough as they advanced slowly. When they saw the tank on the opposite side moving its gun barrel to aim at them, they immediately began to maneuver erratically.
In this way, they successfully dodged several artillery shells in succession, and finally advanced to within a hundred meters in front of the position.
After entering here, of course the fire started immediately.
In the first moment, Xu Feng put the big ax into the one-cubic-capacity space ring on his finger with a thought.
At the same time, he took out a Type 51 rocket launcher and put it on his shoulders in a kneeling position.
But Zhan Ge didn't even need to say hello, he just actively stood in front of Xu Feng.
In addition to leaving enough line of sight and shooting range for Xu Feng, other positions are protected with shields and one's own body as much as possible.
From the moment the two men maneuvered to stopping, the firepower they received from the position naturally became more and more precise.
In the blink of an eye, Zhan Song felt that his hands were numb due to the violent impact on the shield.
Fortunately, at this time, Xu Feng had already completed the aiming and pulled the trigger, so that the number of surviving Centurion tanks became 23.
After the launch was successful, the rocket with a long tail was still flying in the air.
Xu Feng was in a hurry and planned to pull Zhan Song to start the transfer.
Even though he couldn't see Zhan Song because of the angle, he could feel his wrist moaning in pain, and now his mouth was crooked in pain.
But I can still understand that Zhan Song must be very difficult right now.
Just at the moment when he was about to take action, after hearing something faintly, Xu Feng's expression changed drastically and he pulled Zhan Song away, and the two of them lay on the ground desperately.
Because Xu Feng heard the unique sound of mortar shells piercing the air and then hitting them in the air.
Xu Feng's timely response made him and Zhan Ge both lucky to survive.
But when a British 3-inch caliber mortar shell, that is, a 76.2 mm caliber mortar shell, fell seven or eight meters away from the two people and exploded.
Even if the two of them fell down in time, the rocks thrown up by the explosion shock wave would hit their heads, which were only wearing cotton hats and had no protection at all, with big bumps and blood all over their heads.
Immediately, Xu Feng planned to curse out of habit:
"Warehouse manager, are you really dead? If not, shoot out their mortars as soon as possible~"
It was also when this sentence was about to blurt out that I remembered that the warehouse management was completely powerless against this kind of mortar installed deep in the ring fortification.
So, he changed his target:
"King Kong, how did you grow up eating nothing? Why don't you shoot these bastards~"
At a position several hundred meters away, three mortar shells had just been fired; in order not to let the opponent counterattack the artillery fire and destroy his own King Kong, he was currently running around changing positions with his arms around the barrel of the gun.
I don't know what happened, but suddenly I sneezed loudly in my mouth.
His feet also stumbled, and he fell to the ground in a panic.
After getting up, King Kong looked at his extremely embarrassed appearance and cursed bitterly: "What the hell! Who is greeting me..."
At the same time, surgeon Lao Qi also arrived at a position about a hundred meters away from the position under heavy bullets.
But what is different from others is that Lao Qi came here not to fight tanks, but to save people.
In order to allow more members of the team to survive during the team battle, we rescued Kanji who had been lying on the ground for several minutes and could not get up.
After arriving at Hanzi's side, Lao Qi quickly determined that Hanzi was in severe pneumothorax.
Immediately, a large needle was inserted between the ribs of the Chinese character to deflate it.
And during this process, no one knew who was targeting him. They had no morals at all and fired wildly at a doctor like him with a heavy machine gun.
The large-caliber bullets hit the turtle-back rock where they were hiding and scattered stones.
Angry and angry, Lao Qi also shouted: "Old Hu! It's impossible to keep fighting like this..."