"Bang!"

With the Sandman gently pulling the trigger and a dull gunshot rang out, the battle began.

"Poof!" In the dense fog a few hundred meters away, a militant who was moving forward cautiously suddenly felt something splashed on his face, with an inexplicable feeling of warmth and a hint of stinging, as if he expected something The militant gently stroked his face with his hand, and the militant who put down his hand suddenly saw that his hands were red and white, and the slight stinging pain was those bone slag, and there was even a piece of scalp a few centimeters with some hair sticking to the militant's hand! With a face full of horror, the militant who turned back suddenly saw that the companion who had been standing in front of him had lost his head for some time! And at the neck of the proud man, a large amount of blood spurted out like a fountain!

Immediately, the militant felt a piercing pain in his chest, and when he looked down, the militant suddenly saw that a hole the size of a bowl had been broken in his chest! Through this hole, he could even see his companion standing behind him! And the militant also saw the heart beating violently in his chest. Eventually, when the militant fell to the ground, his heart, which was beating strongly, lost its momentum.

The fall of the two militants is only the beginning, but not the end. As a dull burst of gunfire rang out of the fog, bullets struck one of the militants in the body with a bullet stained with early morning dew. And under the 12.7 mm bullet, as long as it hits the human body, it is very difficult to have a chance of survival! Moreover, in front of them are two masters of accurate and rapid fire. Although the other sniper was originally an observer of the ghost team, that doesn't mean that this team member's marksmanship is under the Sandman!

The sound of deadly gunfire was like a scythe for a human head, and with each shot, a militant fell to the ground completely! Some of the bullets only hit the thighs of the militants, but they still split their thighs in two. Some of the militants were even cut in two by these bullets, and their fate was to fall to the ground, bleeding to their deaths in the process of howling. The only difference is that one dies faster and the other dies slower, and none of the militants would think to save their fallen companions! All the surviving militants fell to the ground, trembling and full of fear, and the only thing they could do was that the next bullet would not hit them!

"Do you want to die, don't rush over!" several members of the Proud Guard shouted at the militants, and as they spoke, they stood up, and cursed loudly at all the militants they could see and breathe in front of them. In addition to the dozen or so guards who remained with House, the rest of the dozens of guards were also scattered in four directions by House! Compared with the average militant, these guards still have some brains.

Because they were still lying on the open ground at this time, and after the first few battles, all the shells in House's hands had been exhausted, and it was impossible to provide decent fire support for these charging militants. In the back, in order to ensure this attack, House also formed a team of overseers for this purpose! The overseer team composed of members of the House guard set up several heavy machine guns, and as long as anyone dared to take a step back, the heavy machine guns would not hesitate to fire at them!

And now, the only one who can rely on them is themselves, and the only one who can survive may be to run behind those artificial obstacles as fast as possible, so that there may be a glimmer of hope for survival! And strangely, after those guards stood up, the distant deadly gunfire stopped!

With the encouragement of those guards, the militants who felt some truth in their hearts began to stand up cautiously, bending down and stepping over the corpses of their companions, these militants began to slowly walk towards the artificial obstacles a few hundred meters ahead, in their hearts, as long as they hid behind the artificial obstacles, the snipers in the tribe could not threaten them!

"Finally standing up!" said the Sandman on the roof of the Arcanu tribe, looking through the thermal imaging sensor as he began to slowly move towards the militants, and his tone sounded a little lighthearted.

"They're not stupid, they know that lying on the ground can only wait for death!" said the team member lying next to the Sandman as he unloaded the magazine of the sniper rifle, and then pulled out the thick bullets from the bullet box next to him. As he spoke, he stuffed the bullets into an equally large magazine. The bullets in these boxes were all snatched from the militants by the ghosts and others yesterday, and now they all belong to them. And next to the bullet box, the empty magazines were discarded at random, and on the ground next to them were bullet casings with a hint of scorching heat!

In the battle just now, both men used up all the spare magazines they carried, and dozens of militants also fell on the opposite side, and most of these militants were reduced to stumps! In the early morning fog, a thick smell of blood began to spread all around.

And now, they stopped shooting because their previous mission had been completed, and they were recuperating while still reloading the empty spare magazine!

"They think they can't do anything with those obstacles?" said Shui Mo, who sneered, as he loaded his bullets, his tone very disdainful.

"Boom!"

As soon as the Sandman finished speaking, a huge ball of fire appeared in the fog not far away, followed by a violent explosion! As if expected, the Sandman, who heard the explosion, raised his eyelids at his companion.

"Boom, boom, boom......."

The explosions didn't end, as the first explosions came, more and more fire balls appeared in the thick fog, and the violent explosions became denser and seemed to get closer!

As early as last night, all the members of the ghost team took advantage of the night to secretly set up dense mines and mines in the artificial obstacles in the east of the tribe. And this morning's fog has only increased the concealment of these mines and mines, and none of the militants who are constantly advancing by artificial obstacles have noticed that they have stepped on the mines under their feet!

And when the first explosion sounded, the militants around the explosion began to flee out of instinct, which was true, but as the militants continued to run, the mines and mines arranged around were detonated.

In the burst of explosions, one of the militants was swept away by the blast wave of the bomb like a broken sack, and then fell to the ground with heavy falls, and the militants were covered with bomb fragments, and they could not die again.

However, even though there were too many mines and mines, the number of militants was too many after all, and there were still hundreds of militants after being attacked by a round of bombs! After most of the mines and mines were detonated, the remaining militants continued to move ahead. And after moving less than 50 meters to the distance of the Akanu tribe, the guards who were in charge of leading the team at the front stopped, and after losing more than 100 militants, the militants in charge of the eastern attack finally reached their designated positions! Behind them, many of the militants who were not killed fell to the ground, gradually losing their movement in the midst of one wail after another!

"Da ........"

"Da ......."

I don't know who fired the first shot, all the militants who successfully advanced to within fifty meters began to design towards the Akanu tribe, although they could only vaguely see the houses not far away because of the fog, but they still kept shooting at the tribe with their own feelings!

"Da ......."

"Da ......."

In response to these militants, of course, there were bursts of gunfire, and the ghosts, who had been prepared for a long time, had been watching the militants on this side. And after seeing these militants stop at a distance of less than fifty meters from themselves, it undoubtedly verified the ghost's previous speculation. Everything was planned, everything was planned, and after seeing the militants firing from fifty meters away, the ghost also gave the order to attack. And those fighters from the Arcanu tribe, having heard the order to attack, began to quickly pull the trigger on the militants on the opposite side!

Immediately, the sound of gunfire like fried beans rang out all around, and the combatants hiding in the houses listened to the sound of countless bullets hitting the walls, and they were not afraid of the opponent's firepower in return. And the militants who were hiding behind artificial barriers also shot at the opposite side with the help of large rocks in front of them.

Compared to the marksmanship of these militants, the ghost squads who were also hiding in the houses did not shoot at the fighters as indiscriminately. Although the members of the ghost team could not see the militants fifty meters away, the constant fire from the muzzles of those guns and the effect of the thermal imaging sensor, these members of the underworld team with outstanding marksmanship kept raising the assault rifles in their hands, and kept pulling the trigger towards those militants.