wasteland ranch

Chapter 70 Melee Preparations
However, the biggest problem is how to stick to it now. After all, with such a distance, it is foolish to think that all the staff will withdraw from the dam.

Moreover, the other party obviously knew that they were short of ammunition, so they drove so many mobs to attack, and they didn't know what method they used.

For those young and strong who have passed the test and become official villagers, Wang Bing had already secretly sent them back to Longmen when he discovered the enemy's situation.
Once the outer city is lost, he and Xu Shilang will retreat back to the dam, and then these people from the outer city will be cannon fodder.

Although it is very unkind, he naturally has a steelyard in his heart as to how to choose, not to mention that he is still here now, he is already very benevolent.

It's just that there are only about 100 people on my side, and 100 vs. 500 is still a cold weapon battle, and the result is already doomed.

"Civet? Why are you here?"

Frowning and thinking, Wang Bing suddenly found Zhao Ziyue running over with Ye Sangeng,
It is a consistent tradition of their ranger mercenary regiment to call their teammates' code names instead of their names during battle.
Or rather, faith.

Zhao Ziyue didn't answer in a hurry, but kicked away a trembling woman, took her place, and set up the modified G43 sniper rifle steadily.

"It's too far up there, I need to get closer."

From the dragon gate to the hiding place of the blood-drinking mercenary group, it was nearly 2000 meters. Although she had the upper hand, the accuracy of the sniper rifle in Zhao Ziyue's hand did not allow her to complete such a difficult sniping.

That's why she took the risk and planned to call the blood-drinking mercenary group from here one by one, to catch the thief first and the king first.

However, after staring at it for a long time, she shook her head.

"No, there are too many obstacles."

It seemed that they knew that Wang Bing and the others had a terrible sniper, so the blood-drinking mercenary group had already prepared, not to mention keeping a distance, hiding behind the crowd, and even erected a temporary fortification.

The stacked sandbags are almost catching up with the low wall on their side!
"You shouldn't have come down, it will be difficult for us to leave now."

Wang Bing shook his head. Without Zhao Ziyue to threaten him, it would be very difficult to retreat. However, the matter was over, and he did not intend to blame him too much.

"But it's okay, let's avenge our dead teammates today!"

Gathering his mind, Wang Bing grabbed a handful of bullets from his pocket and quickly pressed them into his magazine one by one.

"I still have 15 rounds, how about you?"

Zhao Ziyue: "20 rounds."

Xu Shilang: "18 rounds."

Midnight: "Look at me, I'm a doctor, I don't shoot."

Shaking his eyebrows, the matter was more serious than he had imagined. A battle of this scale was basically useless. Those mobs alone were enough to engulf them, but Wang Bing still raised his throat:
"Enough! They're all chickens and dogs, remember to leave a few bullets for those guys!"

As soon as the words fell, they heard the exclamation of the preparatory villagers lying on the low wall. Turning their heads, it turned out that the group of dark mobs on the opposite side had slowly begun to move.

I saw them trembling at the beginning, and then walking quickly in small steps. As they got closer and closer to the low wall of the outer city, their speed became faster and faster.

Until the end, everyone had red eyes, opened their mouths and screamed meaninglessly, waved the weapons in their hands, and galloped panting.

"A bunch of idiots!"

Wang Bing shook his head when he saw the opponent wasting so much energy, but the huge disadvantage in numbers would not be changed because of the opponent's stupidity, on the contrary, it tended to get worse.

After all, it is clear at a glance which is more and which is less, and everyone cannot be regarded as a fool.

Seeing the opponent's crazy charge, the prepared villagers began to look left and right. Seeing that they were about to collapse, Wang Bing raised his gun and shouted angrily:
"Call me!"

Bang!

hole!hole!hole!
Da da da!Da da da!
As the guns in their hands kept licking out the flames, among the charging crowd, the strongest mobs with the most ferocious expressions fell to the ground one after another. ended their miserable lives.

"The machine gunner has run out of ammunition, prepare for close combat!"

Just as Xu Shilang howled for two seconds, he gently put the heavy machine gun in his hand on the ground, and then took out two short daggers from his trouser legs.

"Damn it! The assault rifle is out of ammunition, prepare for close combat!"

Wang Bing also threw the gun away, and took out a large saber shining with blue light.

"The sniper has ten rounds left, ready for close combat!"

Even Zhao Ziyue didn't intend to continue shooting, she turned off the insurance and stood up. It doesn't make sense to kill ten more people at this time, it's better to go to the battlefield with her teammates.

But Ye Sangen, who was behind them, pinched his fingers calmly, then took out a pair of glasses, put them on, and pushed them angrily.

"Speaking rationally, it's still too late to retreat, but judging by your appearance, just pretend I didn't say anything."

If you can't defeat the ordinary enemy, just retreat. Now they are all angry and they are mortal enemies. Wang Bing and the others are all a little bit superior.
In game terms, it means being ridiculed, or the kind that Radu can't pull back.

That being the case, the Rangers have no tradition of abandoning their companions. Naturally, they have to fight together and die together.

It is meaningless to think about whether the retreat will be attacked from behind, or whether it will be hindered by the angry villagers who are preparing.

Seeing that those mobs were only a dozen meters away from the low wall, with eyes so terrified that they lost their minds, Wang Bing grabbed a spear from one of the fugitives, poked and pulled it out viciously,
Throwing the bloody wooden spear forward fiercely, as the blood scattered in the air, Wang Bing's mighty roar spread across the battlefield:

"The Rangers all—"

"kill!"

I saw Wang Bing turned over, crossed the low wall and chopped off the head of the rushing man with a single knife. He turned around, and after avoiding the other man's hammer, he kicked him over, and then swung his body short,
A bloody light floated up and splashed all over him.

"Haha! Cool!"

And Xu Shilang was inspired by Wang Bing's throwing of the spear, grabbed two wooden spears and stood directly on the low wall facing the crowd below.

As the puffing sounds continued to come, the chest, thighs, forehead, or eye sockets of the person in front of him were all pierced into a deep hole by him.

With the length of one inch, no one dared to come within three meters of him!
Zhao Ziyue was much more polite. Instead of advancing, she retreated, jumped over the low wall, and kept rolling and weaving around Wang Bing. She was a sap for those who threatened Wang Bing - using her extended sniper rifle. The butt of a gun!
She is indeed worthy of the name of a civet cat. Although the surrounding crowd is crowded, she can find the gaps that are fleeting, and roll left and right.
Then everyone was left wailing, covering their heads or crotches.

As for the night shift...

　Thanks to the new book friends: BBKLC and hsbfgnhjx for the recommendation tickets.

　　


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