The Rise of the Scum of the Heavens

Now it was the machine gunner, Original Sin, who was receiving treatment from a black Chinese medicine practitioner while screaming like a pig.

Even the sweaty black Chinese medicine doctor tried his best to make such a treatment process as fast as possible, but because of a warhead, it stayed on the original sin's white buttocks.

It seems that it will take three to five minutes to cut it open, get it out, stop the bleeding and wrap it up.

For such a period of time, the original sin is afraid that there is no way to continue to fire.

As for Qingtian, the deputy shooter, why didn't he go up and fire.

In fact, after readjusting the Min-24 heavy machine gun at first, this guy pushed it up confidently, holding the handle of the gun with both hands, and swiped at the devil.

Then, the bullets that didn't know where they went, let this guy wisely give up this action of wasting bullets.

On the other hand, the 82mm caliber mortar operated by Bacon is currently the Type 92 infantry gun with Guizi, and the two sides are engaged in a fierce artillery battle.

It doesn't seem right to say that, because in the eyes of other outsiders, this kind of artillery battle seems to be the same.

Even the whole process is a bit boring to say.

After the two sides quickly set up the artillery, they fired the most three cannonballs at each other, and they didn't even care about the result of the hit or miss.

Immediately, using the most swift speed, he began to shift positions.

But in fact, such an artillery battle can be described as extremely thrilling; because as long as the artillery crew on either side is a little slower in shifting the firing position, they will be locked and killed by the opponent in time.

During such a process, because of the high-intensity consumption, the fat bacon began to gasp violently.

Because not only does he need to frantically calculate the trajectory and adjust the launch angle in the shortest time, but also participate in each mortar transfer, the physical consumption is amazingly fast.

So that after a short time, the greasy man of the modern plane felt that it was very difficult to even move his whole body.

On a pair of arms, it is more like it is about to be abolished.

I really wish I could throw down the mortars that I was carrying with my running crew, and just collapse on the ground without caring about anything.

Don't blame that construction site worker, can't you bear it now?Such consumption is indeed a bit staggering.

Just the thought of placing it in my arms, and the last 'Takahashi Muffin' left, as well as the heavy heart behind it.

This guy just gritted his teeth inexplicably, squeezed the strength from every trace of fat in his body, and insisted on it.

In such persistence, he faintly found that the opponent on the opposite side seemed to be a little bit down.

Therefore, as long as he continues to grit his teeth and endure it, he will be able to seize the most precious opportunity to send the other party to heaven...

******

In the sound of 'ding~', a bullet that rubbed Xufeng's scalp hit a blue brick on one side, and the spark-head warhead that shot out a swipe flew away.

Not waiting for this new and tender firepower commando, I was glad that I escaped.

The shards of blue bricks that were hit by the 6.5mm Tomosaka rifle round with force, splashed firmly onto his face.

And because of the wind before, after the position was no longer so choking, he took off the gas mask that could protect his face with the wind.

Even in times of crisis, he instinctively closed his eyes to protect his fragile eyes.

But such a result was still instantly planted in his face, cutting out many fine holes.

Because of the condolences, an indescribable fire was simmering in his heart now. Under the severe pain on his face, Xu Feng actually held back the movements of his hands and did not deform.

Locked a door-like devil who shot just now, and decisively pulled the trigger on his fingertips.

The moment he felt the recoil of the rifle when he fired, and slammed into his shoulder, half of the face of the pier-like devil was directly smashed.

After finally killing another devil, Xu Feng lifted up the tattered sleeve of Wushou and wiped it on his face indiscriminately.

So that the blood oozing from the wound on his forehead fascinated his eyes and affected the subsequent battle.

Special!It was just such a simple action that the pained Xufeng Yahanako shivered a little; under the pain, he roared:

"Old Hu, brothers can't stand it anymore, hurry up and think of other ways~"

The reason why Xu Feng, the young commando captain, is so anxious to get angry is mainly because at the current distance, the strength of Jinzao Thomson in the hands of their firepower commando team is too weak in terms of lethality and accuracy. Much, a little useless.

In theory, the original Thomson has a maximum range of 500 meters and an effective range of 200 meters.

However, the quality of Yan Laoxi's copycat goods was almost low, and with the marksmanship of the rookies of the firepower assault team, the accuracy of the head after more than 50 meters was a mystery.

After hearing Xu Feng's shout, Hu Biao instinctively observed the battlefield.

Immediately, you can see that Yang Dongli, Fake Foreign Devils, Fat Paper, and Qing Shan are already wearing a DIY grenade launcher for the [-]-capped rifle in their hands.

After filling the 91-type small melon grenade and blank bombs into the barrel respectively, after roughly estimating the target's position and launch angle, it was launched with a muffled sound of 'dong~'.

Then, under the power of the exploding little melons, the elite veterans of the devils were brought down one after another.

At the current location, their DIY grenade is enough to get the devil.

Therefore, they can use such weapons to defeat the precise shooters on the Devil's side; because only relying on a sniper like a middle-aged warehouse manager can't suppress the opponent at all.

But even so, the four Czech-style machine gunners on the position almost changed under the targeted shooting of the devils.

More than a dozen other indigenous warriors who used rifles fell.

no way!In such a no-frills duel, the gap between the two sides was fully revealed, and the distance between the elite Guizi and Huaguo's miscellaneous cards was so obvious.

The use of DIY gun grenades is a little higher for the quality of individual soldiers, and it is true that not every rookie can use it well.

Instead of wasting the limited melon grenade and listening to it, it is better to let the limited players use it.

After watching the situation on the battlefield, Hu Biao certainly knew that he couldn't go on like this.

So I originally planned to hold back for a while, until Hu Biao, who was crowded with the devils, could only use a big killer such as the unconscionable cannon in advance.

He turned his head to face Xi Ling and roared out:

"Give me a cannon and kill the captain of the Guizi; that's right! Save a few dynamite packs and use up to three for me."

"What! It's wrong again." It was Xiling who scolded such a sentence in the scolding in his mouth, that is, he heard the order from Hu Biao's mouth.

It should be noted that, because the manpower is really limited.

The members of Hu Biao's team basically need to be multi-skilled, and a carrot needs to fill in many holes. Most of them will fire their rifles first, and will do other things when they are ordered.

After hearing such an order, Xi Ling shouted: "The artillery team has no conscience, assemble and start work with me."

It's a pity that only two of the four unscrupulous netizen members who were assigned to him this time agreed in their mouths.

The other two netizens, one of whom was in a coma, was wrapped in gauze by An Tusheng, an orthopedic doctor, and the whole person was as miserable as a zongzi.

The other was blown away by a shell that was missed by a Type 92 infantry gun.

At this moment, this buddy was clearly lying on the ground, but his head turned 180 degrees in a weird way, and there was no need to rescue him at all.

The only good thing is that a loud explosion finally came through in the distance.

That was the bacon who seized the opportunity, and finally hit a box of the opponent's shells with two rapid-fire cannonballs; under the violent explosion, the Guizi's 4-person team was completely wiped out.

At this moment, Bacon collapsed to the ground in great excitement.

However, it bounced off the ground in the next second, because Hu Biao smashed a small stone on the M35 helmet on his forehead.

scolded:

"Little red guy, are you dead? Don't pretend to be dead if you're not dead, kill me that heavy machine gun at 1 o'clock, then my grandson almost killed me~"

Chapter 100 Retired

After a brief but intense artillery battle in the previous time.

The 30-year-old greasy devil man bacon, like encountering a plot in martial arts, instantly opened up the second vein of Ren and Du, and his internal strength and combat effectiveness were greatly increased.

Amidst Hu Biao's shouting and scolding, he collapsed all over his body and stood up with difficulty while scolding.

After getting up, he first faced the group of artillery crew members who were also collapsed on the ground, and stepped forward with two feet each, forcibly giving them the courage to fight.

Then, now they finally don't have to continue to change the gun positions frequently, they avoided the opponent's artillery counterattack, and quickly aimed at the target designated by Hu Biao under the command of Bacon.

That pheasant neck heavy machine gun had been chasing after Camp Commander Hu to say hello.

In the end, the Min-20 82mm mortar, which fired again, hit the first shot.

A 3.8-kilogram shell hit the ground exactly one meter away from the heavy machine gun, and the shrapnel that flew after the explosion shrouded the entire Type 92 heavy machine operation group on the spot.

The next second later, they fell to the ground together with the overturned heavy machine gun.

After the first hit, I felt a kind of bacon that couldn't be said to be relaxed and clear, and I immediately got the spirit; it means that the waist and legs are no longer sore, and maybe I will even be more energetic to pay public food in the future.

The man in the Devil's Capital, as if he had beaten chicken blood, roared at Hu Biao's mouth:

"The surnamed Hu, who is the next target? Say it, Allah will solve them all for you today."

good guy!Under the hustle and bustle, this guy didn't even bother to call him Lao Hu.

"Whatever, you can judge which target is the most threatening, and shoot him directly for me. Don't worry about the problem of artillery shells. I can't finish this battle."

After hearing the words, Hu Biao didn't care about the feeling that the bacon was a little fluttering, and said this in his mouth.

The main reason is that with the continuous casualties of his own personnel, the output firepower has been continuously weakened. Every ten seconds, he can feel the increasing pressure on his shoulders.

In particular, some firepower points with better marksmanship on the position were shot by the opponent's rifle with a minimum number of shots or even a light machine gun with a crooked handle.

So much so that after Hu Biao often fired a shot, he had to roll around to change positions and find a chance to fire another shot.

Several times, Hu Biao wanted to take out the quick holster that Yang Dongli gave him, but the two shell guns that were attached to the belt around his waist were just a greeting.

It is a pity that the devils who are currently shooting against them are basically more than 170 meters away from him.

The shell gun fired at such a long distance, even with Hu Biao's personal proficiency in primary pistol use, he did not have much confidence to hit the target.

This is inherent in the performance of the pistol, and it is not something that can be avoided by acquired marksmanship.

Special!I really want to continue like this, and after shooting at the opponent for a few minutes, there are not many living people left in the position.

Fortunately, after a lot of tossing, Xi Ling and the others finally completed all the preparations for the launch of the unscrupulous cannon, and they were waiting for the ignition.

Based on past experience, Xi Ling simulated the trajectory of the explosive pack flying in the air.

Finally, to the artillery crew member who was the rookie netizen this time, he shouted a sentence with not enough confidence in his mouth:

"ignition"

While shouting such a sentence, Xi Ling calmly took out a pair of earplugs from the pocket of his jacket and stuffed them into his ears.