1183. Chapter 1183: Conflict

In just a few minutes, the two mercenary squads of O2 and Fox forcibly captured the two wings of the camp at a speed of almost 100 meters.

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Crazy Horse, the fastest updated novel, picks up the guard's machine gun with the most skillful movements.

Wrap the chain around your arm and sweep with a machine gun.

The Indian's strong frame and knotted muscles made him a mobile machine gun tower.

With Crazy Horse as the core, form a cross-fire support point.

As soon as his shooting stopped, two general-purpose machine guns and several automatic rifles on his side immediately followed, firing indiscriminately and continuously at the enemy's position.

Under the cover of darkness and night, the bullets were drawn out in the air and clearly visible to the naked eye, which made people involuntarily think of the ballistics of the idiom of lightning speed, with the sound of swishing wind, slashing at the militants who were stunned.

At this time, the two snipers of the remote support group, Snakeeye and Yelena, don't need to think about stealth at all.

The sound of gunfire and grenade explosions made their two muffler-equipped sniper rifles almost obscure.

And those militants who have no cover protection and do not make military dodge maneuvers are simply targets that are more like gun targets than gun targets.

Shooters like Yelena and Snakeeye are almost shooting by name.

Their only downside is that their sniper rifles have a limited cartridge capacity, otherwise they will snipe more people than Crazy Horse can do.

Crazy Horse is already red-eyed, and he already has several bullet chains on his body, and as soon as the chain on the machine gun is almost finished, he will connect the new chain to it, so that he has this medium machine gun in his hand.

It's like a bullet that never runs out.

The explosive flames caused by the grenades still jumped in two places in the camp, and the surrounding area seemed to be gilded with a magnificent layer of orange and red, and in the flickering firelight, gorgeous blood flowers, one after another, bloomed in the air.

Lin Rui leaned his back to the gun and laughed loudly, "How is it? Old gun, are you still having fun?"

"You're just a bunch of crazy people, but I like it. โ€

The gun roared as he raised his gun and fired.

"Crazy Horse, it's time for us to withdraw!"

Lin Rui shouted at the Indian people.

Crazy Horse was like a humanoid harvester, and after the militants had all fallen down, he continued to strafe for more than ten seconds before the strafing suddenly stopped.

Crazy Horse has turned around and ran at high speed under the cover of Lin Rui and others.

In the chaotic tent area, Crazy Horse encounters an enemy who meets him in a narrow way, and he does not hesitate to raise his machine gun and easily knock them down with his gun.

This Indian is tall and weight, and his body is even more amazing.

The absolute weight of the machine gun smashed into the head of the militants, no less powerful than a heavy hammer, and the tooth-aching sound of bones shattering was mixed with a terrible scream.

The sound of bullets whistling and shells hitting the ground was like a torrential rain.

In the tent area of the camp were the corpses of armed men, and on the battlefield, there were still rumbling flames and gunsmoke, and the fragments of grenade explosions were mixed with the shock wave, and the straight and oblique swirls and whirled and whirled, pulling out a piercing and extremely piercing sound of breaking wind in the air.

With the explosion, the mud and sand kicked up were wave after wave, smashing at everyone with their heads and faces, and layers of sand rain were scattered in the air.

In such a place, there was fire everywhere, flickering and dimming, and the shadows of the surrounding objects were all fluttering and dancing, really like a group of demons dancing wildly.

On Command Gerald's face, there was an expression that was harder than crying.

"What's going on, who's attacking us? Damn, is it the government army, or some other guerrillas?"

Conan pushed him down on the chair and said viciously, "You listen to Lao Tzu." Organize your men at once and let them hold off these mercenaries as much as possible. Just give me half an hour, and in half an hour our people will arrive. They won't be able to escape!"

"No, it's not just these mercenaries, it sounds like there are at least a hundred. โ€

Gerald's face turned pale, and he whispered, "My people have lost a lot, no, I have to order them to shrink their defenses, stop chasing these outlaws, it's not worth it." โ€

"Fart, there aren't that many people at all, it's just two small groups of mercenaries. Now, as long as we can hold them back, we can achieve the final victory. โ€

Conan said angrily, "Shrink your defenses, you can't figure it out." โ€

A bloodied armed man ran into the command room and said, "They have rushed to the entrance of the camp, we have not been able to stop them, and the guard team at the gate of the camp has lost contact." They may well have ......"

"Damn, have they already escaped?"

Gerald yelled.

"Yes, we are organizing a pursuit. But it was as if someone had vandalized the vehicle, and ours had been vandalized. The tires were punctured and the gasoline was emptied. โ€

That militant wolf bรจi unbearable.

"Gasoline?"

Before Gerald could be surprised, several earth-shattering explosions suddenly came from outside.

Flames enveloped the entire camp, and in the direction of the camp's parking lot, there was a burst of fire.

"Damn, our cars are all destroyed!"

Conan said angrily.

"Hurry up and chase them and stop them. โ€

"How do you chase us? Our cars were burned. They had several armed pickup trucks with snipers on board. We simply can't get close to them. I've said you should kill them first, but you have to lock them up first. โ€

Gerald said angrily, "It's you who caused me such a loss. Do you know how much effort it took me to pull this team up?"

Conanrad's eyes were full of contempt and disdain, "How big a person's vision is, how great his achievements will be." You know what? Gerald, you're going to be a petty warlord for the rest of your life. Guarding your small territory, commanding a limited number of juniors, to loot civilians on the territory. You can never go further. โ€

Gerald was stunned for a moment and then became furious, "This is obviously your responsibility, and you still talk to me in such a tone?" I want to see the baron, and I ask him to change someone to cooperate with us." I don't want to talk to someone who doesn't respect me. โ€

"I don't want to. โ€

Conan sighed and whispered in Gerald's ear, "Trust me, Gerald. I'm even more urgent about this than you are. You're stupid, it's time for someone else to manage this qiฤ“. โ€

He walked away from Gerald's side, but Gerald collapsed to the ground, blood quickly spreading from beneath him.

Conan wiped the knife in his hand with a handkerchief, threw it on the ground, and then rushed out and shouted, "They killed Chief Gerald, don't let these mercenaries go, all of them will chase after me." โ€

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