The Rise of the Scum of the Heavens

Or on the STG44 assault rifle in his hand, in addition to an oversized scope, there is actually a headlight-like thing.

In short, a group of characters who felt like low-profile versions of future fighters suddenly appeared in front of them.

It is the various firearms in their hands that are now constantly shooting bullets at the crowd, beating them into a mess, and even wounding many of them.

The total number of these strange characters is not much, and there are only about 20 people in total.

But around them, there are hundreds of German sticks holding Yishui STG44 assault rifles or S43 rifles.

It's just the new weapons that are not produced much in these German sticks, which makes them look very elite.

Because the above scene is somewhat outrageous.

It seemed that it was not incomprehensible for a group of bumpkins to be stunned for a short while.

Yes, that's right!

After only a short period of confusion, everyone in the Zhongzhou team reacted; they even yelled out a sentence from Fat Paper's mouth, which was an answer:

"Attention, everyone, these people are the 'Brandenburg troops' of the German stick, the most famous special forces in World War II; the ones they wear on their faces, as well as the gadgets attached to their rifles, are actually the most primitive individual night soldiers. sight."

All right!Among the statements above the fat paper, although they are not completely correct, they are still basically reliable.

'Oningburg Troop' is after all from the 'Brandenburg Troop', so there is no big problem.

And those people were carrying big bags behind them, which were actually some batteries that provided power for the night vision devices. It was said that after being fully charged, they could be used for two hours.

With wires, after connecting those things that look like large goggles, the relevant personnel can obtain night vision capabilities.

As for the STG44 assault rifle installed, those aiming devices that look a little weird are actually a model of many night vision devices in Germany.

This thing is called: ZG-1229 Vampire Individual Infrared Night Vision System

So far, under Fat Paper's reminder, everyone understands why the German stick can find themselves so quickly under the current dark environment.

After figuring out the situation, there was almost no hesitation, and the warehouse manager knew that he had to retreat.

What the hell!The other side can see and discover their own personnel from a distance, but their own personnel can only make some counterattacks by relying on the flames of the opponent's muzzle.

Under such an unfair playing environment, it's still a thread.

After making a decisive decision, the warehouse manager yelled:

"Those who can't run will stay behind, and the others will evacuate as soon as possible. How many can run; that's right! Zhuye, after you withdraw, immediately tell Hu Biao the situation here, so that he can quickly think about it. Method.

Otherwise, let him stand on the small hilltop to stand against the armored division of the German stick. "

And when he yelled such a sentence, his right arm was regarded as a discarded warehouse manager, and he was so distressed that he gave up his baby's 98K rifle.

First, he rolled on the spot for a few meters, dodging a bullet that greeted him.

Then he hid behind a big rock, and with his good left hand, pulled out from the holster on his thigh, the most popular secondary weapon in the Central Continent team: the M1911 pistol.

well!The warehouse manager only injured his right shoulder, but it didn't affect his running.

However, it was his first time as the squad commander of the team, and he faced such a disastrous defeat; no matter what the reason was, this greasy middle-aged man really had no face and just withdrew.

So, let's just fight to the death here.

Use your own death in battle so that more people can retreat back.

With this in mind, Cang Guan took a deep breath, leaned out of his body quickly, raised his gun at the shadowy figure rushing in his sight, and quickly pulled the trigger with his fingertip.

At the same time, together with the warehouse manager, there was Fat Paper, who had no choice but to leave behind.

This unlucky guy was pierced through the thigh with a bullet from the STG44 assault rifle by the German stick with night vision on the opposite side.

Surprisingly, the shot hit a large blood vessel in his thigh.

Although this guy gritted his teeth in the severe pain and trapped his thigh with an armed belt, the blood gushing out of his veins immediately decreased a lot.

But with a slight movement, the huge pain from the wound let him know that he seemed unable to walk.

Since he couldn't walk anymore, this guy also launched a ruthless attack; after a roll, he let himself come to a mound of dirt that was enough to cover his body.

Next, he continuously removed the MK2 grenades from his body and threw them at the figures rushing towards him.

Of course, he intended to keep the last MK2 grenade hanging on his chest as an honor bomb for himself, and he would never throw it out.

Being captured by the German stick, as a rising star in a certain city bureau in the modern world, he can't afford to lose face like this.

But before he finished throwing the body, he carried a total of 8 MK2 grenades; when he leaned out from behind the small mound again, a bullet pierced his gold-rimmed glasses.

Then, the bullet that continued to advance penetrated into his skull.

Under the tumbling bullets, Fat Paper died without any suspense. The only thing worth mentioning is that he died more happily.

Then, a grenade in his hand that could not be successfully thrown slipped weakly to the ground.

A second later, beside Fat Paper's lifeless side, an explosion burst into flames.

Through such a ball of fire, I was using one hand to change the magazine tube of the M1911 pistol, only to realize that the fat paper was also hung.

"What the hell! This damn mission, this damn weather."

After Cang Guan cursed bitterly in his mouth, he finished loading the gun with his knee between the handle of the gun.

Then, he stuck out his body again and started firing.

After only two shots, the sniper on the opposite side shot Cang Guan in the neck; all the strength in his body was drained from his body like a tide...

After 10 minutes, it was regarded as temporarily getting rid of the Zhuye and other people who were chasing soldiers behind him, ignoring the muddy water all over his body.

After the translator and Po Gong worked together to pull up a small tarpaulin, covering a small rain-proof space.

Zhuye took out the radio station wrapped in oilcloth from the backpack behind him, and released the latest demining tank used by the German side, the 'Brandenburg Force', to the rear.

Chapter 561 Layers of Blocking ([-])

"What the hell! Even the legendary Brandenburg Special Forces and the most primitive night vision goggles have appeared. Why is my luck so good this time? I can catch everything."

After receiving a series of urgent messages sent back by Zhuye Radio, Hu Biao cursed bitterly.

But the so-called standing in the wind, even a pig can be blown to the sky; after experiencing many missions, Hu Biao has become accustomed to not giving up his final efforts and confidence in any difficult situation.

He is no longer the same young man who likes to make excuses and give up easily when he encounters something.

Even Hu Biao often thought about it, even if the system just disappeared one day.

As long as the system disappears, his little life is left behind; even if he has nothing at that time, everything he has experienced in system missions and some qualities he has developed will still be the greatest wealth in his life.

At that time, if you find a sales business, or start a small business.

With this kind of uncompromising and unafraid of difficulties, he may experience failures in the process; but one day, Hu Biao can still become a successful person in life. .

As for things like swearing when things happen, it is a personal nature and cannot be solved by any system.

So while he was angrily cursing the street, Hu Biao no matter how fucked up his mood was at the moment, he still tried hard to think, thinking about the problems that the Central Continent team is currently facing, and how to solve them one by one.

In the same way, every official member of the Zhongzhou team, I don't know if they have clearly felt it, but in fact, a huge change has taken place in their personal thinking and understanding.

The kind that is turned upside down and reborn.

The reason is simple:

Following the fight against the 17th Armored Division of the SS, this powerful opponent was passed back intermittently from the front, which made Hu Biao understand a little bit.

Compared with such a powerful German armored force, they are not worthy of their personnel and equipment.

If the weather permits, the soldiers can dispatch a large-scale bomber group to support them, and carry out carpet-like repeated bombing of the German sticks. If such hard steel blocks the opponent, there should be some possibility.

However, under the current bad weather, it is the moment when the plane cannot take off at all, so it is worth not to think about this extravagant hope.

In this way, they can only rely on the favorable terrain and environment along the way to delay the opponent's marching speed. This is the only reliable way for their second-stage mission.

As for this process, all difficulties must be overcome.

So what is a tiger tank modified demining tank?Find a way to kill him and let him lie down honestly.

What about the legendary, old World War II Special Forces Brandenburger?Also try to get rid of it, no matter how much you pay, you must do this.

Therefore, the 17th Armored Division of the SS must move such a distance like an old lady with small feet, using a little turtle speed.

That's it!He Hu Biao said.

With such a decision, he pressed the call button of the walkie-talkie on his shoulder.

What needs to be explained is that when Hu Biao and the others came out this trip, they carried a total of 3 sets of backpack-type Motorola scr-300 walkie-talkies, which weighed about 30 kilograms.

The attributes of this thing among the soldiers belong to the communication tool between the company headquarters and the superior.

Therefore, even in the current environment, the communication distance of the Motorola scr-300 walkie-talkie still reaches more than 10 kilometers.

With this thing, Hu Biao was able to contact the personnel of the second and third blocking teams.

As for the first blocking team with a distance of more than 20 kilometers, there is no way.

Holding the stupid, black and thick communicator, Hu Biao began to yell at the top of his voice: "Old j, old j, I am Hu Biao, please answer."

"I'm old j, received, please tell me."

Soon after, the distorted voice of the fake foreign devil Jason rang in Hu Biao's ear.

Then holding the walkie-talkie, Hu Biao first gave a rough introduction to the fake foreign devil Jason about Zhuye's emergency report.

Let him know what a difficult situation the Zhongzhou team is facing now.

After that, Hu Biao began to talk about his well-thought-out orders:

"Zhuye and the others are consuming a lot of physical strength, mental energy, and equipment. I think that if they don't take a rest and replenish some ammunition and equipment, they may not have much fighting power.

So I have informed them to temporarily abandon the blocking mission, and immediately evacuate and rest for a while, and you find a way to meet them.

Then, no matter what method you use, even if you hit your head or bite with your teeth, you must kill a special force like the German sticks.

In addition, when AT was investigating, didn't you see 10 150mm caliber cricket-style self-propelled artillery in the German stick army?

Also trying to find a way to get rid of these for me.

Because I was thinking, only by relying on Bacon's 150mm caliber howitzer will it be possible to destroy the demining tank of the German stick.And slowed down the advance speed of their army.

But once the bacon and the others fired, if the German stick's cricket-style self-propelled artillery started to fight back, the bacon and the others would be finished in minutes. "

When talking about this, Hu Biao paused for a while, and then added another sentence: