Chapter 775 Is this the strength of the top special forces team!?
A huge loudspeaker was brought up.
The fourth master held a loudspeaker and shouted towards the third uncle and the others:
"Everyone, we are here in the motorcycle gang's oil village. What are you doing here?"
Si Dangjia shouted at the loudest volume, and the loudspeaker amplified his voice.
Let the third uncle and others in the distance hear it. The third uncle frowned and said to the ant next to him: "The distance is more than 1,000 meters, sniper kill. Too much nonsense."
Ant nodded, took down the sniper rifle from the car, and climbed to the roof of the car.
Calibrate the parameters of the gun, measure the wind speed, and aim it at the man standing on the bus.
"If you want oil, we can sit down and have a good chat. We are motorcycle gangs. If you know us..."
boom!
A bullet accurately shot into the center of his eyebrow.
The big speaker fell down and hit the ground.
Immediately afterwards, the body of the fourth master also fell from the bus.
"The fourth master is dead, the fourth master is dead."
"There was a sniper who shot the Fourth Master dead!"
There was a panic all around. Although they also had guns, they were not on the right track.
When encountering Uncle San and his gang, hitting them is equivalent to a dimensionality reduction attack.
The third uncle looked at everyone and saw that they were all wearing explosion-proof clothing. This time, Li Yu was very willing to go out and took all the explosion-proof clothing that he had collected before.
Li Yu once said to everyone who joined the Da Zhangshu Base that if you join the Da Zhangshu Base, you will become a family.
Li Yu attaches great importance to every life of these people in the inner and outer cities.
Therefore, when they go out to perform tasks, Li Yu requires them to put on explosion-proof clothing and helmets. Although they may still be injured, at least they can save a life.
The fourth master died before he could say anything more.
The death of the fourth master has already announced the intentions of the third uncle and the others.
We came here just to capture you.
The death of the Fourth Master was too sudden. He had never encountered such an enemy before.
They didn't even know who they were, and they didn't even know what was going on before they dared to kill someone directly and brazenly.
The most important thing is that he originally thought that such a long distance was already a safe distance.
But I never expected that there would be a sniper on the other side.
It was an unjust death.
If he had known what was happening on the other side, he wouldn't have dared to climb onto the bus.
Sizzling——
One of his subordinates picked up the walkie-talkie and contacted the boss.
"This is an oil city. The fourth leader is dead. He was shot by those people. There are snipers."
"What!!!??" After hearing the news, the old ghost snatched the walkie-talkie from under his hand.
"Where did those people come from? Why did they go to Oil City?"
"I don't know, they don't communicate with us at all..."
The old ghost showed an angry expression on his face and smashed the walkie-talkie in his hand to the ground.
Putting on his armor, he walked to the balcony and shouted to the busy people below: "Everyone, go to the Oil City Walled City now!"
After saying that, he hurried downstairs.
Originally, he just asked Guan Zhong to go in, but the news that came from the Oil City Walled City just now made him smell something different.
This is a big trouble.
If the oil village is taken away, it will be a huge loss for their current motorcycle gang.
The den of motorcycle gangs, the roar of cars.
Barrels of fuel were loaded onto the vehicles, and hundreds of vehicles and more than 2,000 people were hurriedly preparing.
If you look down from a high altitude, you can see the people coming and going throughout the town and the smoke and dust filling the sky.
Car horns kept honking.
Originally, the motorcycle gang only had dozens of vehicles and hundreds of people.
But since taking over the Oil City, the strength of the motorcycle gang has increased exponentially.
lounge.
Several shirtless men heard the sound of the horn, twitched their sticks, stood up, and put on their clothes.
He hurriedly walked outside with excitement on his face.
On the left side of the town, dozens of people, holding whips in their hands, beat the naked slaves in front and drove them into a factory.
There were many slaves, and they were working hard to build a wall around the town. I don't know what happened.
A huge horn sounded, and those who were guarding them drove them back to their night resting place with whips.
The resting place is actually not much different from a pigsty.
A place of less than 800 square meters can accommodate more than a thousand people.
In the slave team, a young man had doubts in his eyes and said to an old man next to him: "What happened?"
The old man lowered his head and whispered: "Don't talk."
Snapped!
A whip was struck on the young man's face, and a bloodstain appeared on the young man's face at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Anger burst out from the young man's eyes, and he hated the man with the whip.
The old man next to him saw this and quickly pulled his head off, then pulled him forward.
"I........"
"You are going to die, old man, what should I do? Let's go!" The old man pulled him hard and walked forward.
The young man was a little unconvinced, but after hearing what the old man said, he still didn't resist. Otherwise, with his youth and strength, he would have been able to break free.
Rush these slaves into the renovated factory.
This factory was originally a pigsty, a breeding site.
It stinks inside.
Bah!
One of the men with a mustache locked the door, and then shouted fiercely to the people inside: "Be honest with me. If anyone dares to make trouble, I will kill him."
Then he said to the four or five men behind him: "I'll leave it to you here. If something goes wrong when you come back, I won't be able to escape my involvement, and you will be dead too."
After saying that, he threw the key in his hand to one of them.
Then he hurried out and just drove the slaves back. After a while, the boss and the others had already set off, and he had to catch up quickly.
There are so many members of the motorcycle gang that it is impossible for everyone to gather and pass at once.
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Later, let Guan Zhongjin lead the large troops to follow as soon as possible.
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Oil city.
After the fourth master died, everyone was in chaos.
The group of dragons is without a leader, and the enemy is at hand.
In this case, it is the most fatal.
Amidst the chaos, a man came out.
This person is exactly the red-haired man who has been following the fourth master.
He raised the walkie-talkie and said to the people behind him: "Stop making trouble. The top priority now is to get ready for battle. They may be about to attack us. Listen to my order, Wei Yan, take the people...
....."
Boom!
Before he finished speaking, a huge hole appeared in the middle of the bus behind him. Iron filings flew everywhere, and several people standing next to the bus were pierced through the chests by flying iron sheets.
Sometimes people are very strong.
But sometimes, it is very fragile.
Before the red-haired man had finished speaking, the blast of this shell made him a little confused.
"Fight back on your own." After leaving these words, the red-haired man ran away, away from the gate.
He was worried that another shell might come.
Boom!
As he expected, another shell hit the bus. Two big holes appeared on one side of the bus, one on the left and one on the right. The bus was basically scrapped.
He had just contacted the people at the headquarters, so he knew very well how disastrous the consequences would be for him once the oil village was attacked.
So he took out a gun from his waist and walked towards the wall.
The flame guns from the previous oil city are still there, but there are two machine guns on the left and right sides of the container.
He pulled up the man squatting on the machine gun and sat down instead.
However, when he looked up, he saw two tanks slowly approaching.
My heart trembled.
He pushed the man back again and patted him on the shoulder.
He gave a thumbs up and then moved his body towards the back.
Da da da da!
When the tank was only a few hundred meters away from the oil city wall, the people on the wall of the oil city wall quickly fired at the tank with machine guns.
But these bullets were easily deflected by the tank's armor.
Unscathed.
Uncle San and his armored RV followed the two tanks.
Behind them are Lao Bi and the others.
The two tanks in front helped them block the attack from the Oil City Walled City.
Da da da!
On the wall of the oil city wall made of stacked containers, hundreds of people fired at the tanks.
The bullets were like sparks, crackling on the tank.
Xiao Ding, who was sitting on top of the tank, also got down.
With the density of bullets like this, even if he was wearing explosion-proof clothing, he would probably be killed by the bullets.
The third uncle did not show his head and looked at the picture uploaded by the drone.
He frowned.
I didn't expect that this motorcycle gang had a lot of firepower, so I said to Lao Luo: "Stop, shoot down the two machine gunners first. Otherwise we won't be able to get in."
In fact, you can go in, but if you break in forcefully, it will definitely cause a lot of casualties.
This was a huge mistake for the Da Zhangshu Base, which had never experienced many casualties.
Under Li Yu's influence, everyone was accustomed to crushing with force in battles without wasting much time talking.
Being alive is the most important thing.
"Okay!" Lao Luo shouted to the loader and driver: "Stop the car and load the bomb quickly."
"0° bearing, height four meters. Fire!"
After the tank stopped, Lao Luo observed the front and gave orders to everyone in the tank.
The same goes for another tank.
Generally, tanks fire shells at a speed of 4 to 10 seconds. Lao Luo and the others fired towards the oil city at an average speed of 6 seconds.
Boom boom boom boom boom!
In sixty seconds, at top speed, the two tanks fired 20 rounds in that direction.
Centered on the gate of the Oil City Walled City, ten large holes appeared in the containers on the left and right.
Some containers even collapsed, and people on them fell down.
Thick black smoke rose.
The intensive gunfire just now was like a castrated bull, unable to make any sound anymore.
Only the occasional sporadic gunfire could be heard.
"Okay!" Third Uncle said with a smile when he saw this scene.
"Break in!"
The tank slowly drove in.
It is less than thirty meters away from the gate.
Seeing that the door with less than half remaining is getting closer and closer.
Wow!
There was a guy with a flame gun spraying fire at the tank.
Whoosh!
The third uncle stood up from his seat, opened the roof of the car, and climbed up a few steps.
He took a gun and fired at the man breathing fire.
Then he jumped out of the car and closed the roof cover.
The action did not last longer than four seconds.
Very smooth.
Tanks are actually afraid of fire.
However, the tank is not afraid of fire, not the armor. It is the gasoline in the incendiary bottle that flows into the cockpit and engine compartment through the gaps, burning people, engines and other equipment.
Therefore, when facing tanks on the battlefield, some people's solution is to throw Molotov cocktails at the broken cockpit and engine parts.
Without the trouble of the flame gun, the tank directly knocked open the door and broke in.
The third uncle and others opened the cover of the car roof.
There is a heavy machine gun in the center, and behind the heavy machine gun, two holes are opened in the roof.
The upper armor plate was pushed away, and Uncle San and Ant were on the left and right, holding a gun in their hands and killing people on sight.
The jackal in the center controls the heavy machine gun and kills the people who appear in front.
Uncle San and the others moved very quickly, and the speed of changing the magazine was extremely smooth, with almost no pause of more than half a second.
He just used the automatic rifle in his hand to act like a machine gun.
And the accuracy is very high.
Da da da da da——
After the door is broken down, there is a straight path inside.
The armored RV is neither fast nor slow, but very stable.
There were people running inside, and some people threw Molotov cocktails at their cars.
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The third uncle accurately hit two Molotov cocktails that were thrown in the air and were about to hit their car.
The Molotov cocktail exploded in mid-air.
Bang bang bang!
Ant held the rifle in his hand and shot at the people on the left.
His body barely moved at all, but the muzzle of his gun kept changing.
In fifteen seconds, he accurately killed forty people.
On average, nearly four people are shot every second.
The perspective of his eyes is different from that of ordinary people.
He plays macro.
That is, the field of view seen by human eyes is about 180 degrees. To be precise, it should be 56° above the eyes, 74° below the eyes, 65° on the nasal side, and 90° on the temporal side. There are physiological blind spots.
But for Ant and the other top special forces, especially for people like them who have experienced countless life and death and still survive.
Within the field of vision is a painting.
And this painting is imprinted in my mind.
In this picture, each enemy is like a bright red dot in the painting.
Coupled with their super vision, perception, and the "battlefield feeling" condensed from countless battles.
This makes it almost unnecessary for them to aim, they only need to shoot the red dots on the screen one by one.
When killing has become a habit, there is almost no need to focus on a single point.
For example, a person is obviously reading a newspaper, but he can read the newspaper, and then use his peripheral vision to drink water from the cup on the table.
This is the same reason.
The third uncle on the other side is almost as efficient as him.
The jackal directly in front, armed with a heavy machine gun, kept protruding.
Because the crowd was dispersed, not many people were shot.
But this is not because he is not capable, but because there are fewer people in front of the vehicle, and there are two people on the left and right, Sanshu and Ant, fighting for the head...
Lao Qin stepped on the accelerator and kept the speed at 50 kilometers per hour.
Driving with one hand is still as stable as an old dog.
Roll down the car window, and from time to time, take two shots out of the window with a pistol.
The four of them are like a net.
An airtight net, this net keeps moving forward with the car as the center.
The oil city is not big, and the straight road in the middle is only a few hundred meters.
When Third Uncle and the others came down, there were almost no survivors on the left and right sides in front of them.
They are the top killing machines. They killed at least 150 people by slipping away.
This is already half of the manpower of Oil City Walled City.
Less than thirty seconds.
Third Uncle and the others have gone from beginning to end.
Lao Bi and others who were following behind the RV were dumbfounded.
My eyes couldn't keep up with the movements of Uncle San and the others.
Not a single shot was fired, just like a bystander on a tourist trip.
Thirty seconds fleeting,
When they came to their senses,
Everywhere, there are already... corpses littering the fields.
Half a moment.
Lao Bi closed his chin and said confusedly:
“Is this the strength of a top special teams team?