Golden light flashed, and Spade King knelt on one knee. The bullets passed through the bodies of the two players and penetrated his right leg. Only a muffled sound was heard from behind, and the tires of a bus transporting the players were blown out.
"That guy is in front," a sharpshooter shouted from the top of the bus with binoculars.
Golden light flashed through the air, and the guy fell down from the roof of the car.
The players fired back one after another, but the shooting range of the weapons in their hands was really pitiful. Even the snipers only had a shooting range of 800 meters.
A few guys have heavy snipers with a range of 900 meters. Unfortunately, their marksmanship is really bad. At such a long distance, he doesn't even know where the bullets hit.
Ling Yun stood about 1,000 meters away from them, and Barrett burst into anger.
There was a young president who fired a few shots with a heavy sniper rifle. All the bullets were fired. He lowered his head and took out a magazine to replace it. A peanut was embedded in his neck.
Poof, -2034.
The powerful impact of the bullet actually broke his neck into two pieces, and his head rolled on the roadside like a rubber ball.
In order to close the distance, the knights once again propped up a shield wall to cover the sharpshooters as they charged forward.
Ling Yun was not a fool. He fired while retreating rapidly, keeping the distance at about 1,000 meters.
This tactic has a nice name in the online game industry, kite flying. Usually, long-range professions use their agility and attack range to spawn monsters and PK.
At this time, Ling Yun made full use of the kite flying tactic. Every time the sniper rifle roared, one or several enemies would lie on the ground.
Anti-material sniper rifles and armored vehicles can penetrate the armor, and those shields and armors are like paper in front of it.
The enemy saw no effect, and instead became more passive. They summoned their mounts one after another, put away their guns and mounted their horses, and charged towards them.
Looking at their dim-looking fellows, Ling Yun summoned the Tianlong Red Rabbit Horse. People should be compared with each other, and goods should be thrown away. Their mounts were simply not on the same level as the Red Rabbit Horse.
As the saying goes, distance creates beauty. The red rabbit and the horse run and stop. Ling Yun always controls the distance just right. Barrett let go of his hands and feet and tortured those guys to death.
They couldn't catch up, couldn't hit them, and saw their companions dying needlessly one by one. The remaining sharpshooters were so angry and resentful that they simply squatted there and stopped chasing. Who would want to send someone to their doorstep to seek death themselves?
Seeing them stop, Ling Yun turned back with Barrett in his arms, controlled the distance of about 1,000 meters, and continued to kill them.
"The guy next door to Mala, you can't be considered a hero if you dodge and dodge. If you have the ability, challenge me in a duel," a big man holding an AK47 yelled.
Poof, a peanut was poured into his mouth, and shot out from a big hole in the back of his head. The tall man turned into a colander in an instant.
Those guys had never seen Ling Yun's dog-skin-like fighting style. They all turned their horses' heads and ran backwards desperately.
They ran, but Ling Yun chased after them and fired cold shots, one shot at a time, every bullet missed, killing, killing, killing, I will kill all you bastards back to the doghouse today.
Ling Yun is not someone to be trifled with when he is angry. He always throws the entire basin of foot-washing water back when he is always favored by others.
After chasing down more than a hundred sharpshooter players, less than thirty came back, and they were chased back.
Ao Wangtianxia was so angry that his nostrils were filled with smoke. He raised his dagger and said, "Get in the Humvee and chase me."
With the roar of their engines, three Humvees filled with sharpshooter players rushed out of the crowd and headed straight for Lingyun.
"Bah, a bunch of idiots," Ling Yun spat, and the barrel of Barrett's gun moved up.
Ling Yun took a big step back. After the explosion, a bullet flew away quickly.
Immediately afterwards, there was an emergency braking sound, and black blood was pouring from the driver's head. The Hummer swayed back and forth on the road like a drunkard, and plunged into the ditch beside the road with the driver and the car.
The other two Humvees have already driven about 300 meters ahead. The sharpshooters on the vehicles have already set up their machine guns and will fire immediately as soon as they enter the shooting range.
Putting away Barrett, Ling Yun took out two iron sticks, a flash bomb, and a high-explosive grenade, one in each hand, grabbed the two safety tabs with his teeth, and threw them out.
A violent explosion accompanied by dazzling white light came towards us, and the two drivers had no choice but to slam on the brakes.
The car stopped, but the people didn't.
There was a crash and a splash.
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Countless black shadows fell down like onions, and the ground was covered with players who were thrown to pieces.
Slowly take out Desert Storm, open the scope, aim, and kill them one by one. Now killing those guys lying on the ground is even easier than squeezing an ant to death.
By the time the sharpshooter in the car rushed out, Ling Yun had already disappeared.
Before they could turn around, Barrett sang again 1,000 meters away. It was the song of death, the eternal 1,000 meters.
Three Hummers and jeeps went out, but none came back. Those funny guys were all lying on the ground counting stars.
Ao Wangtianxia and the group of young presidents stared with a pair of bull's-eyes. They were shocked, angry, and angry. All kinds of expressions merged on their faces. Those two old faces were no better than the clowns in the circus. .
"That guy is the God of Death," Spades K walked out of the crowd and looked at Ling Yun in the distance. Even if it turned into ashes, he would recognize it.
After not seeing each other for a few days, Ling Yun's strength has far exceeded his imagination. He is not at all the little gunman he met at the beginning.
"Is there any way to deal with him?" the young president next to him suddenly interjected.
Everyone shook their heads helplessly. That guy was able to leave calmly in the face of countless players and high-level NPCs in Phoenix City. In his own territory, it is estimated that no one can stop him.
Ao Wangtianxia sighed, "Oh... let's go. Order the troops to move forward quickly. We must arrive outside the Devil's City before evening."
As the large army moved forward, Ling Yun knew that he could not stop them with his own strength, so he mopped the group whenever he could to buy some time for everyone.
He was like a ghost, surrounding them, sometimes killing several drivers and causing chaos on the highway; sometimes throwing two smoke bombs on the highway, the red smoke covering the sky; sometimes attracting a large group of monsters, blocking the road. The whole road.
The large army stopped and went, but they were unable to do anything to Ling Yun. They walked along, leaving a trail of corpses behind them.
The sun sets and night falls. At this time, the large army is moving forward like a snail, and it is still 20 kilometers away from the Devil's City.
Condescendingly waved his hand, and the team set up camp to rest, preparing to attack again at dawn the next day.
