It may be a bit cumbersome to do it, but in reality, when two people are rushing towards each other, and only considering each other's speed, you will know that the spectacular scene similar to "waters are divided, mountains are divided, and all evils disperse" does not last even one minute, and the convenience in front of the off-road vehicle suddenly becomes clear.
Chisel it out.
There was almost no decent resistance, and the ease was really unbelievable. But as the inertia rushed out for dozens of meters, and glanced at the broken rearview mirror, Tang Chao pondered for a moment before turning the steering wheel, and the car body pulled out an arc and turned around again.
Not far away, a group of motorcycles were also making the same steering action. Although they were only some of the motorcycle riders, it was obvious that they were not overwhelmed by the wave.
Was Jinji's analysis wrong? Not so. Tang Chao looked at the other knight gunners who were obviously slow in their movements and hesitant. With rich experience in on-the-spot combat, he immediately realized where the problem lay - it was because the opponent had fired in advance just now.
Low-level mistakes made.
Human nature is really a very complex thing. It is obviously because morale is low and the psychological endurance is stretched to the limit that it makes low-level mistakes under heavy pressure, leading to the situation of overwhelming defeat just now. But now I have calmed down.
, among them there were some brave people who quickly changed their mentality, from regret to unwillingness. If they hadn't made that low-level mistake just now, they probably wouldn't have lost... It was roughly this thought that made them linger and unwilling to leave.
It seemed that after all, he had to fight with open swords and guns... Thinking of this, Tang Chao did not hesitate to press the accelerator again.
Since the path is right, there is no reason to give up halfway.
As for being cowardly or not, that doesn't even exist. Once morale is low, it's not that easy to lift it up. The opponent's defeat has actually been determined, but they just don't want to admit it. But whether they are willing to admit it or not, the opponent's combat effectiveness has declined significantly.
An indisputable fact.
What Tang Chao wants to do now is to take advantage of his illness to kill him, completely break the last bone of the other party, and take away the last breath of the other party's spirit!
Not far away, Fuma Musashi, whose chest was rising and falling violently like a bellows, was breathing heavily while looking at the off-road vehicle charging again, with a crazy look on his face.
This person is not as easy to kill as someone else. After all, there is a difference between motorcycles and off-road vehicles covered with iron and meat covered with iron. Under the frontal charge, the gunmen at the base had no idea about the steel plate shell, but they had no idea about this person's body.
He still had some thoughts, and most of the offensive just now was directed towards him... Among other things, the rich and pungent scarlet blood on his body could reach ten feet away, and he couldn't tell how much of it was his blood, and how much of it was his blood.
How much is the enemy's blood?
But Fuma Musashi is Fuma Musashi after all. He took a few quick breaths, took a deep breath, and straightened his shoulders like a javelin. He tapped his feet on the ground, buzzing, and the locomotive engine, which was also painted with bright red dye, roared powerfully again.
, and mixed with the ups and downs of the unclear roar in his throat, making people shudder when they hear it!
The war is back!
Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-dang-dang-dang-
The bullets whizzing back and forth, the flickering sparks, the ferocious faces mixed with fear and courage, and the gunpowder, smoke and blood lingering in the nose... watching all this, listening to this
Everything, smelling this Guizhou...
For some reason, Tang Chao's mind suddenly became a little distracted. This familiar scene, smell, sound, and everything suddenly pulled him into his previous life as a mercenary. At that time, this was the living environment he spent most of his time.
Especially during a mission, every time I open my eyes, I see death and killing, commissions and alcohol, oh, and a little bit of menthol tobacco. That is the only thing that can temporarily dispel the clouds on the battlefield...
Not many people sincerely like the battlefield, and the same is true in the Tang Dynasty, but it can't be said that he hates it, because after all, it is the place where he settled down. It was also there that he waded through the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and made a legendary name.
Number.
Therefore, Tang Chao's feelings about the battlefield were quite complicated, even if he changed his career to become a killer in the future. He had returned to the battlefield countless times in his midnight dreams, with bullets and artillery fire whistling in the distance, and the terrifying people around him.
A hired companion who entrusts his life...
Yes, it's still a little different. There are no more than ten familiar faces around him now, such as old lights, classic cars, and black umbrella Vipers... Where are they now? They are probably running around in some war-torn area, or not
I know what the Black Thunder would be like without him... Ha, it is definitely not as glorious as the previous life. But if because of this, we can avoid the subsequent fate of the entire group being destroyed, that would be great...
It has to be said that on the battlefield where life and death are immediate, the thinking has spread to such an extent that it can no longer be simply described as being distracted. It is simply outrageous!
However, in reality, Tang Chao, who was sitting in the car, did not move slowly at all, and the death flames spewed from the muzzle were still as accurate... This feeling of being out of the body and staying away from the incident was extremely mysterious and could not be reached within seconds.
In other words, the only visible concrete expression is those eyes that are like an abyss and ancient well, dry and indifferent, without any trace of emotion!
This feeling has really been absent for a long time——
All the movements around him become extremely clear and every detail is revealed.
At nine o'clock, the muzzle of the gun is raised after 1 second, but it takes about 152 seconds for the bullet to leave the chamber. Depending on the upward trend, the first few bullets will definitely be empty, so ignore it for the time being...
At the eleven o'clock direction, if you don't avoid it, the motorcycle will most likely hit the left door of the off-road vehicle. This should be the opponent's purpose. He has run out of bullets and wants to take the opportunity to climb on the roof of the car for a close fight...
At three o'clock, there is a gunman hiding behind his companions in the blind spot. He is secretly aiming his gun at the tires. He should deal with them quickly...
At one o'clock, there are flying knives, so dodge... Directly ahead at twelve o'clock, there are enemies, you can directly accelerate and crush them... At the same time, there will be a large-scale fire in five seconds, so you need to suppress them in advance...
Countless danger signals gathered from all directions. The next moment, Tang Chao stepped on the accelerator with an expressionless face and raised the muzzle of his gun. Bang, a bullet accurately passed through the knight's ribs. A gunman behind him raised his bloody palm and howled miserably. Originally,
The submachine gun aimed at the tire fell to the ground and was lost... Then he pulled the muzzle horizontally, bang bang bang, and several gunmen who had loaded their magazines and were waiting to raise their guns to focus fire almost simultaneously saw blood spurting out of their chests and fell down on their backs...
At this moment, there was a loud bang, and the motorcycle hit the passenger door hard. As the body shook, Tang Chao tilted his head. Poof, a sharp dagger grazed his cheek and inserted it into the back of the seat.
Until you see the handle.
As if he didn't realize it, Tang Chao sat up straight again in the next moment, turned the steering wheel, slightly adjusted the direction of the car, and easily knocked away the knife-throwing attacker who was stunned on the spot with his mouth half open.
Click, click, empty the magazine of the rifle, throw it away. Pull out the pistol. Without looking, point directly at the roof of the car above the passenger seat, bang, bang, bang, three shots in a row. After a while, blood flows down the bullet holes.
.This made Hitomi Hitoshi, who found a dagger somewhere in the back seat, bewildered when he saw this. He thought Tang Chao hadn't noticed, and wanted to help as much as he could...
At this time, a bullet suddenly hit Tang Chao's right arm. The aim was a little off, and there was no bone, but a little bit of blood and flesh was spattered.
He glanced with an expressionless face and saw that it was the gunman from the nine o'clock direction. As expected, the first few bullets from the gunman missed. It was just a coincidence that the bullets hit the steel frame structure in the car.
It rebounded into a stray bullet and penetrated into his arm...
It was not expected, but it was not unexpected. The Tang Dynasty had long been used to it. There is no 100% accurate judgment on the battlefield. Even high-precision mechanical instruments have bugs, let alone Rao Siwei.
?It’s nothing more than trying your best and leaving the rest to fate.
…
It seems complicated, but in fact the above scene actions were just a matter of a few breaths. They were calm and calm. Even the knight gunners facing each other didn't notice anything was wrong. It was just another failed interception.
They have long been accustomed to it, or are numb.
Perhaps only by filming this scene, and asking a few professionals with a sharp vision to play it and study it repeatedly afterwards, and savor it carefully, can we appreciate the subtlety and excitement in it, and then be shocked by the perfect suppression under such absolute control!
In fact, there are several video materials like this in the Fifth Forum in the previous life, which basically took place during the period when he was a mercenary in the Tang Dynasty and were widely circulated. Otherwise, just based on the short few years of his mercenary career in the Tang Dynasty, he
Nor will he be recognized by those veterans in the industry who have spent most of their lives on the battlefield, being given the title of legendary mercenary of the Death God on the battlefield!
Bang, with the figure of the last knight who was knocked out by the collision, the front of the off-road vehicle suddenly became clear again, and he shot out with his head held high.
While quickly changing the magazines of the two pistols, Tang Chao glanced to the side indifferently, but did not find Fuuma Musashi. Didn't he come out? He didn't care. After changing the magazines, he turned the steering wheel and turned back to the front of the car. He saw that it was
I have to crush it again!
This is the fact. This is a natural thought in the mind. There are enemies within the field of vision, why should we stop?
It had to be said that Tang Chao's current state was absolutely abnormal, as if he had fallen into some unclear field. However, he was still very familiar with this field, so he just went with the flow and acted according to his impressions.
Hitomi Hitoshi, who was in the back seat, was thinking of something, but when he looked at Tang Chao's side face and opened his mouth, he was shocked by the strange aura of silence and silence surrounding the latter. For a moment, he seemed to have seen a boundless sea of blood.
With the crying souls, it was hard to say for a while.
As a friend, Hitomi Hitoshi was like this, let alone the remaining knights and gunners. They stared blankly at the off-road vehicle that simply turned back, as if they saw some peerless ferocious beast, or the death scythe raised high again.
, there are those who are mentally fragile who don’t even want their motorcycles. They scream and run wildly, fleeing in all directions.
At this point, the real defeat was overwhelming——
The situation of the war was completely reversed at this moment. The gunmen in the base fled, while Tang Chao drove an off-road vehicle in pursuit.
In fact, except for a few gunmen who were dizzy and relied on their legs to escape, most of the others could not catch up. There was no way, the motorcycle speed was faster than the off-road vehicle, but the Tang Dynasty ignored it, just like chasing rabbits on the grassland,
Catch one and chase the other...
Until, "Forget it." A palm came out from behind and rested on his shoulder.
Tang Chao turned his head, first looked at the palm, and then along the arm, his indifferent eyes fell on Renjian Renji's face. Their eyes met, he paused, and closed his eyes. - The tires of the off-road vehicle braked on the frozen soil.
The deep traces that were several feet long finally stopped.
The mountain breeze sobbed into my ears.
After waiting for a few seconds, when he opened his eyes again, there was no longer any dull color in his eyes.
In the quiet car, no one said anything. Renjian Renji was a little unsure whether Tang Chao's current state had recovered, so he chose to shut up cautiously. Knowing that the moment he met Tang Chao's eyes just now, his heart was beating fast.
How quickly, the temporary wound cloth on the chest was not even stretched, and blood was already seeping out from the edges...
So murderous!
Note that it is murderous nature, not murderous intention. This needs to be distinguished. The latter only represents a psychological activity that wants to cause harm, which is similar to murderous intention. In terms of murderous intention or murderous intention intensity, among the three people at the moment, it is undoubtedly
Fuma Musashi is the worst. Others see that everyone can win and always have unscrupulous people who want to harm me. Otherwise, he wants to kill everyone he sees who is interested.
The murderous nature is different. It is a habitual trait developed purely by killing. In other words, people with this trait must have someone's life under their hands. And how many people have such a terrifying level in the Tang Dynasty?
The number of lives lost is not good.
Anyway, Hitomi Hitoshi has only seen similar strength in veterans who have participated in the war. This kind of murderousness can only be developed on the battlefield, but ghosts, I have not heard of it in the mercenary world.
This kind of person...
The Tang Dynasty naturally didn't know what Hitomi Hitoshi had guessed, although the latter's guesses were quite close. He was recalling the years he spent as a mercenary. The abnormal state just now was during those years.
Developed.
I have to say that memory is really a terrible thing. It seems illusory and just an ideology, but who would have thought that after two lives, it would reappear when triggered by a familiar scene...
Of course, it should be noted that this kind of memory is not a literal memory, but is somewhat similar to the muscle memory and body memory formed by athletes who exercise diligently. This kind of memory in the Tang Dynasty may be more advanced or complex.
A mental imprinted state of memory.
That's pretty much what it means. I don't know the specific Tang Dynasty because it has never appeared before and there is no research... No, now that I think about it, I had a similar feeling when I attacked the Banshan Hibiscus base last year, but it was not to such an extent at that time.
Deep down, he just thought that he had too much capital in his previous life and was still complacent about leaving a few zeros.
Unlike just now, he has completely entered the state of the battlefield in his previous life, that state of slaughter that seemed to ignore the common people and control the whole scene like a murderous god!
Phew... shook his head, it seems that it is necessary to strengthen research in this area after returning, Tang Chao thought, after all, compared to the death on the battlefield, he still prefers the state of Lingjiang Salted Fish.
After completely stabilizing his mind, he returned to reality and subconsciously looked around. In the boundless wilderness, the ground was in a mess, and wailings were everywhere.
The motorcycle figures in twos and threes ran in opposite directions until the vision was far away and blurred, then they stopped and looked here. As for the nearby figures, there were almost no standing figures... Oh, no, there is still one, not far from the car.
There is Fuma Musashi with a gloomy face who can squeeze water out of him.
Uh, I vaguely remember that he seemed to have chased the other party just now...