The opponent's bullets suddenly rushed in crazily. Old A immediately picked up the gun on the ground, and then changed a magazine with a click. Old A directly fired the bow left and right, holding a machine gun in each hand, and then rushed towards the door.
The people fired wildly. How did the opponent know that there was such a strong firepower here? In the blink of an eye, five or six people from the opponent fell. The five or six people in front basically blocked all the bullets, and the people behind
They retreated hurriedly. Almost in a flash, all five bodies were left behind and all disappeared.
"Damn it, why did you come out?" The man in charge behind him wore a very evil mask and scolded him in a cold voice.
"General, there are heavy firearms inside!" the man who escaped from inside hurriedly replied.
"Damn it, where did they get the heavy firearms?!" The man was stunned, thought for a moment, and immediately roared: "Whether they have heavy firearms or not, rush in immediately."
The masked man knew that the other party was definitely stalling for time, waiting for rescue. Therefore, it was necessary to eliminate the other party here before the other party's rescue team arrived and complete the task assigned above.
"Yes!" More than a dozen men with guns began to organize an effective attack. Two men threw steel wire ropes from their bodies, hung in the air, and flew directly to the top of the ruined temple; the other four men were divided into two.
Holding the two doorways, the remaining people immediately launched an attack from the front. Gunshots rang out, and Old A looked at the opponent's attack from the front like a god of war.
Old A's gun repelled several attacks from the other side. Although there were no casualties on either side, Old A's victory gained time, while the other side continued to consume manpower. Fortunately, Huang Bing'er just took a bullet.
I grabbed two guns. Otherwise, without these two guns, it would be difficult for Old A to withstand the opponent's fire attack. Old A was constantly consuming ammunition, and the clips in the ammunition bag were gradually decreasing. The ground
The number of bullet casings on them is constantly increasing.
Click, click, click...
After emptying the gun several times in a row, Old A threw away the gun and grabbed his hand into the bag, only to find that he was running low on ammunition. He hurriedly hid aside, grabbed two magazines from inside, reorganized the ammunition, and then hid.
On the side, Huang Bing'er hugged Li Xiaohu tightly and said nervously: "Boss, Brother Xiaohu's breathing is getting weaker and weaker. I'm afraid he has injured his lungs!"
"Fuck!" Old A got angry and said, "Bing'er, take Xiaohu away and I'll cover you!"
