Chapter 921 The Fall of Yanyue Mountain (2) (Repayment 34/70)
In the crisp sound of "duang~", a soldier's head, even though he was wearing an M1 steel helmet, was hit by a gun butt.
The helmet was still severely deformed and was smashed to pieces.
And next to him, the corpses of five or six soldiers had fallen, each one of them dead and miserable.
These unlucky guys either had their heads smashed to pieces; or there was an obvious downward depression in vital parts such as the chest and abdomen.
These unlucky guys who had been dead for a long time were all killed by Bazi waving a light machine gun and hitting them one by one with a hard butt.
Because when he rushed out, the train driver made a prompt decision and activated the blood power of his "Elementary Werewolf Bloodline".
And I know very well that today's situation is very special.
It seems that there is no way for him to survive the bloodline explosion, which lasts for five minutes; while he is still alive, he should quickly kill more opponents so as not to lose money.
So after the fight, he immediately attacked with all his strength without any reservation.
Dodge and parry, as long as it's not a fatal attack, don't bother to worry about it.
In this way of exchanging injuries for injuries, Bazi could kill an ordinary soldier around him every time he swung his light machine gun. It was as easy as whack-a-mole.
But such good things did not last long.
Because a black uncle, that is, the little Ethiopian team, who is now a polished commander, after some observations, can finally be sure of one thing:
The member of the Zhongzhou team in front of him was almost reaching the limit of his body.
Even though the power of bloodline has exploded at this moment, because his original physique was too low, he is now only at most 60% of the strength of the entire province.
This sudden realization made the black uncle make up his mind to take action.
Before other friendly team commanders take action, kill this member of the Central Continent team first.
After all, according to the system's team battle rules, every time you kill a strong man of this bloodline, you will be rewarded with a thousand system points.
For the little Ethiopian team, even for him as a commander.
One thousand system points is already a considerable amount of wealth, especially at such a critical moment when most of his subordinates are dead, it becomes even more valuable.
Therefore, such a large amount of points cannot be taken away by the commanders of other teams.
As for the danger? He didn't think that his opponent who was already so fragile would be in any danger.
If he, the commander of a team, cannot defeat a weak member of the Central Continent team, then he will really have no shame in continuing to live.
With such an idea, Uncle Hei released a war hammer from his 1 cubic space ring.
Then he rushed towards the train driver with the warhammer in his hand...
With a sound of "duang~", the butt of a Czech-style light machine gun held upside down by Bazi collided with the big hammer in the hand of a black uncle strongman.
At the moment of the impact, several heads were smashed in succession.
The butt of the gun, which was fine at all, was splattered with sawdust after the collision.
What's more important is that under such a violent impact, the train driver's entire body couldn't help but take seven or eight steps back before he forcibly stopped his body.
Although now, the Czech machine gun held in his right hand would not fly out under such an impact.
But for a moment, he felt that his entire right arm was numb, and it no longer felt like his own.
For this reason, Bazi couldn't help but reveal a wry smile on his face.
He actually knew one thing very well. The main reason was that he was seriously injured and his strength declined drastically due to continuous battles. He would not be in such a mess normally.
But then again, is it because his strength is affected that he will give in and accept his fate? Just kidding! Even if he dies, he will bite off a piece of flesh from his opponent's body.
With such an idea in mind, Bazi waved the light machine gun in his hand and rushed forward.
Ten seconds later, in the heads of all the teams and survivors participating in this super team battle, the system’s emotionless, mechanical and cold voice sounded almost simultaneously:
"Emergency report, emergency report!
The commander of the Little Ethiopian team, Hamurama, died in the battle; because all members of the team have been killed in the battle, there will be no further annihilation.
Now this system officially announces that the Little Ethiopian team has been wiped out and will be completely eliminated in this mission."
Perhaps during the second phase of the mission a few days ago, which had just ended, the surviving personnel had heard reports of the annihilation of a certain team too many times.
As a result, they all became numb and became somewhat accustomed to it.
So when the news of the demise of the Little Ethiopian Team, this Black Uncle Team that was like a polished commander, fell on everyone’s ears.
Many people were immediately surprised at that time.
However, after the very short period of surprise, there was no other reaction.
Whether it is the Zy army, rival teams such as Zhongzhou and Mao Zijia; whether it is the combined Guo army, the Nordic teams that are their allies, etc.
After saying "oh", they were still fighting with each other.
Only somewhere in the Yanyue Mountain position, there was a black uncle with a very strange look in his eyes, and he was no longer breathing.
The reason why I use a strange expression to describe it.
It was the commander of the little Ethiopian team, Uncle Hei, who, besides being frightened, had a hint of sudden enlightenment in his eyes.
That's when he suddenly figured out something, that is, in the original timeline of real society, why Guo Jia had such a big change since returning from the battlefield of Goryeo.
After being beaten to a pulp by his opponent, he still admired this Guo Jia so much.
He even regarded him as his teacher, and the two sides carried out large-scale cooperation for a long time.
It turns out that in my heart, I hold a rather simple truth: if you really can't beat the opponent, then join the opponent; or maybe hug the opponent's thigh tightly and become a little brother, which is quite good.
And when the system's emergency notification rang in his ears, announcing that 'Little Ethiopian team has been completely wiped out', Bazi also smiled with relief.
Like a statue, he supported his body with a broken and twisted Czech light machine gun, and breathed out his last breath.
Although by this time, he suffered from shockingly serious internal injuries.
The eye sockets, nostrils, mouth, ears and other seven holes were constantly bleeding, but the train driver still had a bright smile on his face.
To outsiders, such a smiling face is indescribably weird and terrifying.
So much so that at this moment, although there were still about 20 soldiers surrounding the surrounding area, they did not dare to step forward in front of this dead man.
Even if the train driver dies, he still behaves like this.
That's because before he died, an indescribable feeling lingered in his heart:
"Hey! Man, I actually destroyed a team. Even if there is only one bare-bones commander left, it is still a serious system team, isn't it?
If I can brag about this matter for a year after I return, it will be worth dying for~"