Chapter 393: Team up to steal the tower, no reason to lose
There seems to be a fixed routine in many film and television novels and even the fairy tale series of Dragon Quest, that is, no matter the good villains, as long as the BOSS exists, they are always keen to use fueling tactics and send all kinds of monster minions in batches.
The protagonists gain experience and level up, and even more so, they are willing to give away equipment, until they are frustrated and defeated in the final battle, and regret it too late.
Leaving aside the dramatic effect, in fact, in the real world, this seemingly fascinating operation is actually not uncommon.
There are many reasons. To sum up, they are roughly divided into two types: "powerful and unintentional" and "powerful and unintentional". Among them, the latter situation occurs the most, and the reason is very simple - if everything is handled by the BOSS, there will be so many people.
What is the significance of Ma Zai Xiaodi?
Just like Vito Pacino, it is worth mentioning that this man actually had both intention and power. He had a sworn hatred for killing his son. There was no contempt or disapproval. However, he still made empiricist mistakes in the early stage.
So much so that one person is asked to perform multiple transition show operations single-handedly.
However, the reality is nothing like the movies and TV series. Vito is not a brainless boss who goes all the way to the dark side and has to show off his IQ. On the contrary, he is very rational and decisive. He admits his mistakes when he reacts, and after learning his lesson, he just ignores others.
And with a single shake, he shook his strongest combat power, making it clear that he wanted to take it away in one wave!
This is what a qualified BOSS does in the real world. Of course, it’s hard to say who is the villain. Because from a popular level, neither Vito nor someone seems to be a good person...
But then again, water far away cannot quench the thirst of the near, so we won’t go into details about the situation here for the time being. Let us return the camera to the snowy France and focus on the mountains. After all, it is just shaking people.
There are real people dying here...
"The field of view is lost, I can't see him, the last bearing is seven o'clock...be careful!"
"He didn't hit me! Haha, he didn't hit..."
"...Matthew? Reply to Matthew... rustle, Matthew is silent... Daniel is injured, rustle, support..."
The howling wind roared into my ears, and I couldn't even hear the deafening fierce firing sound from the gun barrel, let alone the sound of roaring from the human throat. I ripped off the external communication device from my ear, regardless of whether the order was there or not.
With effective communication, Lawrence grabbed a submachine gun and walked out from behind the bunker. His frozen face looked crazy, and he strode forward to charge.
There were only a few steps apart on the left and right, but several vague figures whose faces and identities could not be distinguished followed closely behind. They were the elite gunmen of the Pacino family, about five or six of them. Of course, there were not only this many people left.
That would be too exaggerated. There are scattered manpower in other directions, and they must have received the order from Lawrence just now. At this time, they are constantly gathering towards the center in a posture of closing the net.
If you can still open up the formation and maintain the formation, it means that the organization has not been completely broken up. Of course, compared to the seven or eight vehicles and dozens of people when entering the mountain, the morale state is as strong as a rainbow.
There is absolutely no comparison.
Now this group of Pacino family's elite gunmen looked more like a group of frightened birds. Lawrence included, after charging bravely for more than ten steps, they unconsciously slowed down, holding on to the submachine gun with both hands, raising the muzzle and feinting.
They have a tough look ready to pull the trigger at any time. But you want to ask about the specific aiming direction and the target to guard against? Well, I'm sorry, they don't know either...
It's true that it can't be locked because of the field of view.
At that time, the originally dim sky had already dimmed, and although the area of vision was not so dark that one could not see his fingers, it was still quite dark. The only source of faint light was the thick layer of bright snow under his feet, but it was hardly useful.
There are lighting equipment such as flashlights, but Lawrence and others with rich combat experience naturally dare not use them, at least not at this moment, because they will be used as live targets.
It is no exaggeration to say that even if the two sides passed each other at a distance of only twelve yards, they would probably not be aware of each other.
Under such circumstances, how could Lawrence and the others dare to charge headlong? What's more, compared to someone working alone, Lawrence has a team. If he accidentally gets jumped by a nervous and slippery companion, who should he look for?
Do you want to make sense? Well, in fact, similar incidents of accidental injury and manslaughter have already occurred...
Fortunately, it didn't happen this time. The gunmen from several directions gradually gathered together, and the total number was about twenty or thirty.
It is worth mentioning that the nearly half a hundred gunmen were not completely combat casualties. In fact, except for a few heavy losses from sneak attacks at the beginning, their casualties in the several conflicts were not counted after the sky completely darkened.
Many gunmen got separated unconsciously during the search. If they kept a little distance, they could not contact the team through the communication channel, so they had to fend for themselves in the mountains.
These twenty or thirty gunmen gathered together, looking at each other, breathing heavily one after another. They were speechless for a moment, and there was not much anger and aggrieved look on their faces for the failure of the action. On the contrary, they were more numb, helpless and secretly.
A slight sense of relief,
"Let him break out again..." Someone in the wind and snow sighed quietly. Lawrence opened his mouth, wanting to say something to boost morale or simply ease the atmosphere, but in the end he just turned his head and said in a low voice, "
Turn on the lights, search the area, don't let him get past easily."
This is necessary. In the current environment, lying on the ground without even pretending to be a corpse is basically the same as being invisible.
After finishing speaking, more than a dozen flashlights lit up. Although the straight light could not completely penetrate the wind and snow, it radiated within a few feet around it. Then it focused on the snow, followed fresh traces such as sporadic bullet casings, blood stains, etc., and searched forward.
After passing several natural bunkers and two corpses lying on the ground, all traces finally disappeared behind a low mound at the edge of the light.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Lawrence held the flashlight, thoughtfully, and looked back and forth several times at the battle traces, which were about ten feet long and generally in the shape of a Z, or
He said it was a breakout route, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help but twitch.
Unlike others, in the entire team, Lawrence was the one who maintained the most cautious attitude from beginning to end, because he knew very well how terrifyingly destructive the opponent he faced this time was, and he was mentally prepared enough.
Construction. But the final facts show that there is still a gap between imagination and reality - the imagination is obviously powerful enough, but the reality is still so desperate...
Everyone knows that the combination of complex terrain and professional killers will produce horrific results, but after all, that is a high probability speculation that remains at the theoretical level. In actual combat, the situation is more complicated and subtle. Because of interference
There are too many factors, such as experience, mentality, luck, etc. Between life and death, in the dilemma of choosing one of the two, or even having no choice but to force the operation, an inconspicuous little stone will make a difference.
Any depressions that submerge the uppers of your shoes may affect the final outcome of the battle.
This is reality, this is a real and cruel battlefield.
And what did the other party do...
In the round-up just now, or to be more precise, it was an encounter. Both sides were obviously unprepared, and they had no time to observe the surrounding terrain, etc. They collided head-on and exchanged fire brazenly.
In this case, no matter how you look at it, this side has an almost overwhelming advantage. Because there are more people and more guns, this is enough. But the final result is that the opponent moves around in a seemingly impossible situation.
, in the hail of bullets, he instantly found the best breakthrough route to break out of the siege, and also killed two elite gunmen, injured several others, and walked away... This! No! Science! Science!
To be honest, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes and emptied the magazine with his own hands to bid farewell, Lawrence would never have believed that he could make a comeback under such circumstances. In fact, even if he experienced it personally, Lawrence still felt illusive and unreal.
The whole person was floating in the thick snow, it was extremely unreal... I just wanted to get to the top, is it so difficult...
"BOSS...BOSS?"
"Ah? Oh, you say."
The team members who came back after the search didn't notice Lawrence's absent-mindedness. His face covered with snowflakes and ice shards showed a strange joy, and he swallowed: "He was shot!"
"Let's go, continue...huh?!" Lawrence looked up suddenly as if he was waking up from a dream.
"We found some traces, and there is a high probability that it was left by him. However, the gun probably was not the one that was hit just now, but the one before. Unfortunately, it failed to hit the vital point. He hit us again before he could deal with the wound..."
Hearing this, Lawrence was immediately overjoyed and interrupted rudely, "Then what are you waiting for? Chase me!" I have to say that this news is a shot in the arm for Lawrence, and it seems that he has seen a faint glimmer of hope... It turns out that you
It's not a real ghost, it can be shot... Thoughts like this have a gratifying psychological comfort effect.
At the same time, his thoughts, which were about to freeze, gradually came to life. Looking at the gunmen surrounding him, Lawrence took a deep breath and decided to revive the idea of boosting morale. He pointed at the howling snowstorm above his head and solemnly said: "
Guys, we have no retreat, and of course he doesn't either. Believe me, in this situation, skill and marksmanship are no longer the deciding factor. The only thing that matters is who can't hold on and falls first. And we have the advantage in numbers and it makes no sense to advance as a group.
If you lose, you can drag him to death!"
After shouting the last sentence, Lawrence raised his arms and looked enthusiastic. The gunmen seemed to be infected after hearing the words, and their stiff faces gradually turned into ferocious and ferocious.
"Drag him to death!"
"Drag his whole family to death!"
...Lawrence achieved the set goal easily, or could it be said that the Gunners really needed such a psychological hint? In short, no matter what, the two sides hit it off immediately, and the morale of the team was quickly improved and restored. But this slogan is a bit strange.
Weird, it leans towards the realistic style, which doesn’t sound very encouraging...
…
At this time, in the depths of a small mountain forest more than ten feet away, a figure leaned against a thick chestnut tree, his chest rising and falling violently like a bellows, breathing heavily. The surroundings were obviously freezing cold, but his body was sweating like rain in a sauna, and his whole body was covered in sweat.
There are wisps of white air floating outward.
Whisper, there was a gust of wind and snow rolling in outside the forest, and there was also some other movement. He touched the cold gun body with his finger, paused, and leaned out a little, listening carefully. The faint outline of the face was reflected in the slightly bright snow.
And the mountains and rivers between the eyebrows wrinkled inexplicably because of confusion,
"Procrastination? Towering... Whoosh... Stealing the tower? What a mess..."
Needless to say, these are our Tang Dynasty children's shoes. His current condition does not look very good. His clothes are ragged and his face is gray. His whole body seems to have been rolled in the snow and mud water several times, and there are still a few rotten and yellow leaves hanging on it.
He actually looked worse than a beggar and a homeless person... That handsome face that had been cut with a knife was completely blind!
The identity of Song Qingming was created to follow the path of a cold, arrogant and cool guy, and his behavior style was as close to this as possible, but now it seems that this persona is undoubtedly completely ruined.
Cough, but don’t pay too much attention to these details. Temperament, mainly temperament!
...Take off one side of the coat, take out an arm, tear off the entire sleeve and arm shirt with a tear, take out the tactical dagger, cut it roughly and layer it, pick up the hem of the underwear, wrap it around, bandage it, and tie it tightly——
On the left side of the waist and abdomen, from the inside out, a gorgeous blood flower suddenly bloomed on the white cloth!
But Tang Chao didn't care, and tied it up again with an expressionless face as if nothing happened.
Immediately, he bowed his waist and back as if he were carrying armor, took a long breath, exhaled briefly, inhaled again, and exhaled a small mouth again... This seemingly irregular breathing was repeated several times, and the entire lower abdominal muscles turned over like a snake.
The ups and downs are extremely magical. It is strange to say that with such a big movement, the wound under the shirt that was supposed to burst open and bleed profusely did not move at all. Even the blood that bloomed seemed to have lost its momentum.
Slowly and slowly... finally, I let out a long breath of foul breath.
After checking, there was no bloody wound that penetrated his shirt. Tang Chao looked calm, put down the hem of his underwear, and put on his coat. The conditions were limited, and there was no time to take out the metal shrapnel inside, so he would keep it as a souvenir. The impact would not be very big.
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This is the result of several years of hard work and experimentation. Tang Chao is very satisfied with the performance of this body now. If it were in the previous life, it would not be so easy to handle, at least it would not be as calm and relaxed as it is now. Of course, then again
He is back. If it was the time when his superpowers were fully developed in his previous life, relying on Xuanzhi Youxuan's sensory warning, he should not be easily hit by this stray bullet... It is difficult to elaborate on the gains and losses. I can only say that one drink and one peck are all caused by
Predetermined.
After treating the wound, Tang Chao quickly stood up. The distance between the two parties was too close. He was in a hurry to get away and didn't clean up the traces. Of course, cleaning up was of no use. He was careful before, but in the end he almost ran into the other party's arms. Shake
Shaking his head, no matter what, the other party will come here soon and cannot stay for long, but,
I turned around and looked around at the vast, chaotic wind and snow. I could barely distinguish anything from a foot away. I couldn't help but look up to the sky and sigh.