Chapter five hundred and eighty seventh confrontation
There were not many artillery shells. After the four cannons fired five rounds, they immediately began to move. Who knows if the militants on the opposite side had cannons. Keeping four mortars might change the situation of the battle.
In the area covered by artillery fire, a group of black people lay on the ground. However, these black people were not killed by the artillery fire. They were black soldiers lying on the ground after hearing the sound of artillery fire. As the old saying goes, recruits are afraid of cannons and veterans are afraid of trumpets. Although this group of armed elements
They were not new soldiers, but in wars in Africa, things like artillery fire rarely happened, so this group of black men were so frightened that they fell to the ground.
When the artillery fire ended, a group of black people lying on the ground covering their ears and shivering stood up from the ground in confusion, their eyes wandering around, full of all kinds of confusion, who am I? Where am I? Am I?
do what?
"Attack, attack, attack!" Several officers shouted loudly from behind using loudspeakers obviously made in China, hoping to get the black people to get up from the ground and continue the attack.
But the effect didn't seem to be very big. The black people stood there timidly and motionless, not wanting to move forward. Some black people even lay on the ground motionless and didn't get up at all. As for what their officers said? I don't know at all.
Anyway, all he had to do was lie on the ground motionless, and then he could get up again after the war was over.
"Everyone, get up, get up, you know?" the black officer continued to shout loudly, and at the same time, he shot his weapon into the sky to scare the black soldiers in front. After the officer fired, the black people began to advance slowly, and for a few minutes
After that, the black man finally reached the edge of the city, less than ten meters away from the nearest building.
Some people among the defenders started to shoot. Yu Yang had been asking these guys to save ammunition because there was not enough bullets. But with Hardman helping to transport it, there is basically no shortage of ammunition now, and he did not ask them to put it in.
Shoot, but still don't let them use full-automatic fire.
There is no way. Although these black men Yu Yang and Lao Fu have been cultivating them for a while, they have many bad habits that they cannot change. When doing target practice, they all know how to lie down, put the handle of the gun against their shoulders and shoot randomly.
But once they stand up, they will still use their faith to shoot, raising their guns above their heads and shooting at the target.
The shooters were three defenders hiding in the suburbs. Originally, Lao Fu and Yu Yang asked them to observe the enemy, but these guys didn't know why. The enemy had already reached the door of their house and they didn't know how to retreat. They hid in the house and waited to die.
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The three defenders only had time to fire three shots before they were shot dead. The four mercenaries who had been hiding among the black men spat lightly. They killed the three black men, one with one shot, and three with one shot.
The black man used three bullets in total, without any difficulty.
"Black people are really black people. They are really stupid. Standing at the window is like a target!" After the white man fired, he continued to advance quickly and cautiously forward. The four mercenaries did not dare to go too fast.
After all, they know that there is a sniper among the defenders, and they still know the principle of shooting the first bird.
"Damn it, Thomas, aren't you nicknamed the White God of Death? Why haven't you found the damn sniper yet!" The mercenary walking in front asked slowly while advancing. The sniper confronting Yu Yang was named Thomas.
, calls himself the White God of Death, you heard me right, he claims to be comparable to Simon Haye, the Finnish White God of Death.
"Shut up, crow. That damn sniper is very cunning. He has only fired one shot so far. He is in direct light. I dare not use the telescope to find him. Please pay attention. There are still ten minutes left. The sun will go down a little bit."
It's causing reflection!" Thomas was still looking for Yu Yang, but still couldn't find it.
"Okay, hurry up, we are about to enter the city. Find something for me to find that damn guy. I don't want my head to be blown open for no reason!" After the crow finished speaking, he turned over the page.
A fence enters the outskirts of the city, and next to it is a two-story building.
Yu Yang lay motionless on the second floor. The white mercenaries passed by below him. Yu Yang was a little nervous, but still did not move. Originally, Yu Yang had a chance to kill the two white soldiers at the front, but compared to sniping
Despite the threat, Yu Yang chose to remain silent.
The street fighting began. The militants and the defenders who entered the city began a fierce exchange of fire from a distance. Gunfire was loud and bullets were flying, but miraculously, no screams were heard.
"Didn't this group of people suffer any casualties after fighting for so long?" Yu Yang murmured in his heart, but he was still looking for the target. He checked the entire area and did not find any enemies. The sniper confronting him was
A master, at least in terms of disguise, Yu Yang was sure that he had found all the possible hiding places, but he still hadn't found any.
In the suburbs, Lao Fu led the black man to move slowly. After walking a few steps, he heard footsteps not far away. Lao Fu immediately made a gesture to signal the black man to stop moving forward, but the black man behind him did not look at it at all.
Understanding Lao Fu's gesture, he still walked forward regardless. As soon as he walked out of the bunker, gunfire rang out, and the three black men who ran out blindly fell into a pool of blood.
All the bullets were headshots. Lao Fu lowered his head and took a look at the black man's body. He was a master, not an ordinary black man who could shoot with the accuracy. Lao Fu immediately thought of angel mercenaries!
Footsteps sounded again, and there was an exchange of English words: "Three black men, haha, I feel like we are not fighting, but massacre. I have killed seven, crow, how many have you killed!"
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"One, damn Severn, don't be too happy too early. I discovered these three people first. You bastard actually robbed my head, damn it!"
After the two white men exchanged a few simple words, they continued to advance forward. Lao Fu squinted his eyes and moved his fingers. The two white men were still mercenaries. It was still a bit difficult, but compared to killing black people,
Lao Fu could vaguely feel a sense of excitement burning in his body. The feeling of walking on the edge of death was addictive, like a tarsal maggot, and he couldn't stop.
"I'm really excited. I haven't felt this way for a long, long time!" Lao Fu became excited, his eyes slowly began to open wide, and the eyeballs began to slowly fill with blood red.
"Let's start with these two white men and see how far the mercenaries have improved today compared to before!"
