In the bobcat's field of vision, the dozen or so militants charging in unison seemed to be blocked by an invisible wall. More than half of a dozen people fell in the blink of an eye.

The bobcat, which reacted quickly, immediately turned its head, and it was not far away, about ten meters away from the bobcat. Storm Bear, who finally arrived, held a light machine gun in both hands, and as the muzzle of the light machine gun burst into flames, the bullet casings were thrown out of the muzzle of the light machine gun like a waterfall.

However, to make such a light machine gun continuous inclined fire, for the Storm Bear, is also a big test.

At this time, the violent bear holding the light machine gun in both hands looked extremely crazy, and the green tendons on his head were even more bulging because of excessive congestion. In addition, the strong muscles of the violent bear's arms are also bulging high, as if they are about to tear through the clothes outside in the next second.

In less than ten seconds, more than a hundred bullets poured directly from the light machine gun in Stormbear's hand*, and on the ground at Stormbear's feet, there were also bullet casings left on the ground.

However, at this time, the open space in front of the lynx has become a Shura hell.

When the first few militants fell to the ground in unison, among the remaining militants, a few guys who reacted quickly lay directly on the ground, and the remaining few people did not have this consciousness at all, or did not react at all.

Because in the next second, dozens of bullets hit them directly, and in the face of these torrents of steel, how could these militants with flesh and blood be able to stop them.

I saw a burst of gunfire pass, and a militant's legs were directly broken in two by this series of bullets, and as blood continued to gush out of the broken leg, the militant who fell to the ground, with a frightened look, let out a burst of screams.

Another militant was also unlucky, a series of bullets directly broke the opponent's stomach, and even more so the opponent's internal organs.

At the same time as this guy fell to the ground, all kinds of internal organs and fragments of internal organs spurted to the ground with the blood gushing out.

However, the only good thing about this guy compared to the militant in front of him is that he doesn't need to enjoy the last pain at all before he dies. Because the moment he fell to the ground, the militant had already left this world.

As for the militants who reacted quickly and had long been lying on the ground, while dodging the bullets, listening to the screams of their companions, looking at the miserable appearance of their companions, and smelling the disgusting smell of blood in the air, these militants lying on the ground looked extremely frightened, their legs were constantly trembling, and the crotches of some guys were directly wet.

However, the machine-gun sound, which frightened them, finally ended after lasting more than ten seconds.

It's not that Storm Bear doesn't want to continue shooting, if his strength allows, Storm Bear is estimated to be directly holding the 11-barreled close defense gun on the warship, which can reach more than 10,000 rounds per minute, and pour fire on these militants.

If this scene really happens, at that time, not to mention these dozen or so militants, those militants hiding in the jungle are estimated to be beaten to pieces in the terrifying fire of the close defense artillery.

Of course, this is just a thought, even a light machine gun can not continue to control the Storm Bear, facing the close defense artillery. When the time comes, before he can kill a few militants, he will probably be shattered.

And Storm Bear, who controlled the light machine gun, after more than ten seconds of continuous firepower, even with such a strong body of Storm Bear, his arms were numb from shock. If it continues, the two hands of the violent bear will probably be explained here.

In addition, the barrel of the light machine gun, after more than ten seconds of continuous fire, even more smoke. If the water drips up, it is estimated that the water will be vaporized directly.

What's more, the militants hiding in the jungle, when they reacted, also shifted their targets to the violent bears.

As Storm Bear crouched down and hid behind the mud wall, with a series of gunshots, countless bullets also flew past Storm Bear's scalp. More bullets hit the mud wall behind Stormbear, sending up puffs of dust.

Although Storm Bear was also suppressed by the militants in the jungle, Storm Bear's performance just now shocked all the militants.

Among the dozen or so militants who rushed out of the jungle, only a few guys who reacted relatively quickly escaped because they lay on the ground in time, and the rest of the militants all died here, and the death of many militants was also extremely tragic.

In just a dozen seconds, for these militants who escaped their lives, it will become their eternal memory. At this time, their legs were constantly trembling, and they didn't have the courage to get up from the ground at all, and then continued to rush towards the Ghasai tribe.

Soon, one of the militants, lying on the ground, began to twist his body and slowly crawled. Not to climb forward, of course, but to climb backwards.

After someone took the lead, the remaining militants lying on the ground also did the same, one by one, like flexible geckos, the whole person stuck to the ground, they kept crawling towards the jungle behind them.

In order to be afraid that because of his too large amplitude, his body will be exposed too much, these guys can be described as careful and careful.

In fact, the performance of these militants was all watched by the bobcat and the violent bear. At this point, they can shoot and hit them accurately, killing them instantly.

But you know, sometimes, getting to know someone is more than just killing them. Completely crumbling his psychological defenses is also a method, and this method is even more cruel.

In fact, among these militants, although two of them managed to survive to the end. But in the decades to come, the scene that is happening today will come back to their minds again and again, and sometimes they will wake up in their sleep.

In the end, one of the two survivors chose to commit suicide because he couldn't bear the pain. The other person has completely become a fool and has lived the second half of his life in a mess.

After a minute or two, the militants finally crawled to the edge of the jungle, and the militants, who had mustered up courage, finally got up from the ground and threw themselves directly into the jungle.

"Dada!"

With the sound of an automatic rifle firing, one of the militants threw himself into the jungle, and the two men who fell to the ground never got back to their feet. And on the backs of the two of them, two bullet holes the size of thumbs are constantly spurting blood.

In the tribe, the lynx, who showed half of his figure, looked at the militant who was shot in the back, and his eyes were flat and without any emotion.

Although there are still more than 20 militants of the second group in the jungle on the edge of the Ghasai tribe, looking at the extremely tragic scene in front of them, facing the two bobcats and the violent bear, no one has the courage to rush towards the Ghasai tribe.

At this time, they were separated by a distance of dozens of meters, and only then did they begin to seriously add a large number of scenes to the tribe at this time.

Although the Gasai tribe is now full of houses that have been bombed into ruins, and black smoke rises everywhere, not a single militant is nowhere to be seen.

Because after the field of vision slowly decreased, it will be found that the first dozens of militants who rushed into the Ghasai tribe have all been lying on the ground, turning into cold corpses.

The militants were also able to see a member of the Ghasai tribe pulling something on the bodies of the militants.

It was only after what had just happened that these militants reacted after seeing what they were seeing now. It turned out that the gunshots and explosions I heard just now were not my own companions burning and looting in the tribe, but that they were being slaughtered by others, and dozens of people with dreams turned into corpses in the end.

Of course, although these militants have not been turned into corpses for the time being, their dreams have been shattered. And what they care about now has become how they survive this operation.

Just when the militants in the jungle didn't dare to run out, and the two people who were responsible for blocking the dozens of militants were also happy to see this scene, and really thought that the two sides would continue to confront each other in this way, with a burst of movement, Han Bing, who came from behind, appeared in the field of vision of the lynx and the violent bear.

"How's it going?"

Bending over, Han Bing, who ran to the side of the bobcat, first raised his head and glanced at the corpses of more than a dozen militants in front of him, and then asked the bobcat.

Han Bing, who was saying this, also turned his head and gave a thumbs up to the violent bear not far away. Seeing the gesture, the violent bear also had a smile on his face, revealing two rows of standard big white teeth.

"There should still be a lot of people hiding in the forest, but they shouldn't dare to run out!"

Hearing this, the lynx also quickly answered Han Bing's question.

Han Bing, who heard this, also nodded, and after poking his head out again and determining the direction of these militants, Han Bing, who retracted his head, said to the lynx: "In this way, now the three of us, throw out all the smoke bombs on our bodies and block the vision of these militants!"

"What do you mean, you're trying to launch a counter-assault?"

Hearing this, the lynx also subconsciously asked.

"I won't do such a fatal thing!"

While it is true that a counter-assault can be launched by blocking the view of the militants with smoke grenades, once the smoke rises, the militants will inevitably be on guard.

In the face of the firepower of dozens of militants, in the absence of cover, if a counter-assault is launched, Han Bing and the others, who did not run a few steps, are estimated to be directly beaten into a sieve.

"Don't talk nonsense, listen to me, I'm guaranteed to surprise you!"

Looking at the bobcat with a puzzled face, Han Bing, who saw this, hurriedly said, and Han Bing, who was talking, also took out the only two smoke bombs from his tactical vest.

Although the bobcat still doesn't know what Han Bing wants to do, looking at his confident appearance, the bobcat who finally chose to trust Han Bing also took out his two smoke bombs from the tactical vest.