In front of the arsenal, two narrow wooden boxes were dismantled by the militants. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info rotten boy looked at the two big guns that gradually revealed their true faces, a bloodthirsty light flashed in his eyes, and a cruel smile hung on the corner of his mouth. If it weren't for the tight war ahead, if there was no mortar threat, and if it weren't for the close partners, I'm afraid it would be difficult for us to meet again, right?

Thinking of the killing years in full swing in his life, and the wonderful taste of mastering the fate of the enemy, the rotten boy's mood couldn't help but get excited. The TR-3 anti-materiel sniper rifle, from the royal family of the Rus' Empire, originated from the noble blood of the fighting nation, which gave it great power and surging situation. On battlefields around the world, wherever it appears, it is destined to have waves of blood and bloody killings.

"Put the gun up, I'm going to give them some color and see!" the rotten boy smirked at his men.

Among the rebels in the mountains, he is a well-deserved "gun king", because in the years he fought with the government army, he personally sniped and killed more than 100 people, including more than a dozen middle and high-ranking officers of the government army. For this reason, during the negotiations on the recruitment of rebels by the government army, he was blacklisted for not being ****. While other anti-government officers became members of the government army and were promoted in various ways, he faced a trial from a military court, so he finally chose to follow Li Qianye into exile in the mountains.

"Today, let's regain the lost glory together!" Lying on the ground, the rotten boy gently stroked the black metal gunfire like a lover, and his heart gradually became hot.

After entering the mountains, he once relied on this amazingly powerful sniper to inflict heavy losses on the military and police who entered Wutian Mountain again and again in guerrilla warfare, helping Li Qianye to gain a firm foothold and finally forcing the southern Thai government to make concessions, turning a blind eye and letting them fend for themselves in the mountains. At that time, he was a celebrity in Wutian Mountain, a celebrity next to Commander Li, and a cow man who terrified the military and police in southern Thailand. Unfortunately, as the situation stabilized and the fighting decreased, he never had a chance to make a move again, and his former credits were gradually forgotten in the peaceful years, and he was as his name suggested, and finally became an insignificant rotten person.

"It's just a show. Hold your breath, shoot one at a time, and don't waste bullets. The rotten boy turned his head, looked at the deputy lying in front of the other big sniper, and said with a smile. The TR-3 anti-materiel sniper rifle is hard to come by, and its ammunition is quite limited, so it can't be used up in one go. Today's incident made him realize a truth, his status, his glory, and his future are all closely linked to these two big guns.

The deputy made an OK gesture at him. Because he has almost the same experience, he certainly understands what rotten boy means.

Looking at the gate of the stronghold in the distance, the rotten boy showed a calm and calm smile on his face. At a distance of more than a thousand meters, it is just right to exert the strongest combat power of a heavy sniper, and the mortar position arrogantly set up in the middle of an open space without any obstacles is like a woman lying naked and unconscious on the bed, and she can do whatever she wants.

Rotten Boy held his breath and searched for his first target from the scope. A few meters away, his deputy quietly looked into the distance, waiting for the first gunshot. Next to the two, more than a dozen militants squatted on the ground with guns, staring nervously and excitedly at their boss. The rotten boys are unhappy, they are also depressed, and the upcoming battle is likely to change their fate.

The cross of the scope locked onto a figure who was loading the barrel of a mortar gun, and the rotten boy entered a state of oblivion. His body was motionless, his breathing seemed to stop, and the figure in his eyes gradually grew larger, as if he had come to him in an instant. The cross moved slightly, the crosshair was aimed at the opponent's head, and the index finger of the rotten boy on the trigger was pressed down slowly and calmly.

"Bah!" a dull thunderous gunshot rang out.

At the gate, the enemy and the enemy were still fighting fiercely, and all kinds of gunfire were heard endlessly, but everyone clearly heard this gunshot.

At the sound of the gunshot, a large skull exploded like a watermelon hit by a hammer, and the blood and brains exploded into a dark red cloud in the morning light.

When he heard the gunshot, which was a fraction of a minute, the rotten boy knew that he was finished. On the battlefield, the sniper is the biggest nemesis of the sniper, and he gets carried away because of the sudden expansion of his confidence in holding the big sniper, leaving some of the most basic combat principles behind him, and only thinking about how to torture and kill the opponent. In this way, he became the prey of someone hidden in the shadows, and the other party even gave him time to prepare, and then at the moment when he was about to succeed, he launched a fatal blow. This is a more confident opponent than him, and he can even feel the merciless taunt from the gunshot.

"How could Hua Ying have such a master!" This was the last thought in the rotten boy's head. He didn't hide, and he didn't have time to hide, a deep chill pierced his heart like a sharp sword, and the power of death froze his body, freezing his blood, devouring his life, and shattering his hopes.

The next moment, he became a headless corpse. On the neck, life bloomed into a bewitching blood flower.

The blood gradually spread and fell on the pale deputy beside him, and on the stunned and terrified armed elements around him.

The deputy was the first to come to his senses from his panic and fear. His first instinct was to turn the muzzle of the gun and aim at the gunshot, then pull the trigger with a trembling finger.

There was a thunderclap, and a cloud of smoke exploded from the barracks in the distance.

The smoke cleared, and the deputy, who was observing the results of the battle in the scope, suddenly had his pupils contracting.

A man dressed in black walked out of the smoke and raised his gun at him.

"That blind man from Hua Yinghui! How is this possible!" He was like a fish out of water, his mouth wide open and he kept gasping, and his eyes were about to pop out.

The dull sound of gunfire rang out again, and the deputy's head exploded. He was puzzled and destined to go to hell to find answers.

Seeing that the two people in front of the sniper rifle were killed in the head, and the more than a dozen armed elements around them were all turned into clay statues. The strongest gun, the strongest gunner, was cleanly killed by the enemy at a distance of a thousand meters? The next time that secret gun sounded, was it their turn? The shadow of death made this group of people dare not make any moves, so they could only stay in place stupidly, and cold sweat could not stop dripping all over their bodies.

The powerful weapon of destruction was not far away, but no one dared to step forward, because the place where those two guns were was at this moment had become a forbidden area for the god of death.

Just as they were being frozen in the field by the snipers, a group of armed men came up from all sides.

Some people looked nervously and found that it was someone from the Qinghe Garrison Battalion, and they were immediately relieved. At this time, they even longed for the snipers hidden in the shadows to hurry up and set their sights on these cannon fodder. As soon as the other side shoots again, they will be able to seize the gap between the shots and flee this damn place.

"These two guns are good!" a garrison officer smiled mysteriously, glancing at the two big snipers and the corpses in front of the big sniper.

"They're all dead, so go on your way!" The next moment, the words that came out of his mouth made the rebels in the field thunder.

The muzzle of the black hole in the hands of the officers and men of the garrison battalion spewed out tongues of fire at the same time. It was a merciless massacre, a premeditated assassination, and the open space in front of the arsenal suddenly turned into a bloody Shura field.

When the bullets mercilessly burrowed into their bodies, the rebels who fell in pools of blood before they could even raise their guns realized one thing: they had been betrayed by the most ruthless on the battlefield!

"Clean up the scene, don't leave any alive!" the officer of the garrison battalion ordered in a low voice, and some of the officers and soldiers began to check the militants on the ground, occasionally replenishing a few rounds of bullets. There were also some people, carrying two large snipers, towards a small building next to the arsenal.

"Report to the battalion commander, the arsenal has been taken. Two incredibly powerful heavy sniper rifles were found at the scene, and I have arranged for someone to rearrange them. The officer of the garrison battalion turned on the communicator and reported in a deep voice.

"Blow up the arsenal, snipers and wait for their lives, and the others are ready to attack and guide!" Wu Yongshou's murderous voice came from the communicator.

"Yes!" the officer whispered.

Soon, all the people in front of the arsenal disappeared, and the place returned to calm, as if nothing had happened. Only pools of bright red blood on the ground witnessed a bizarre change.

"It turns out that this is the allusion that the master holds in the palm of his hand! As soon as he made a move, it was like thunder falling from the sky, the master is really not an ordinary person, and we are not the same kind of people!" Putting down the telescope in his hand, Zhong Zheyuan let out a leisurely sigh. The scene he had just witnessed made him extremely shocked in his heart, because he didn't expect that Ruan Qinghe's biggest reliance and help, the Qinghe garrison camp that had entered Wutian Mountain early, would become a steel knife that stabbed into the heart of the Wutian rebels.

The master said before the war that he still has an allusion in his hand, which can greatly increase the probability of winning the battle of Wutian. However, in order to keep it secret, he acted extremely cautiously and did not show this hole card to Zhong Zheyuan, Qin Tian and others. Now, the allusion has finally worked, and it's terrifying. He thought it was an illusion, Li Qianye and Ruan Qinghe would definitely vomit blood after knowing it, right?

"Battalion Commander Wu has already started, pull the reserves up. Ruan Qinghe is handed over to you, and I will go and keep an eye on Dian Li Qianye and his guests. Hurry up, once Qin Tian's side is launched, the battle on this side is estimated to not last long. Before the southern Thai military invades the mountains, seize the opportunity to pick more fruits of victory!"

"Master, well done!" Zhong Zheyuan smiled, "Damn, you kid is hiding so deeply!"

"It's not that I'm hiding deeply, it's just that no one has been worth it. The old eight replied, with a hint of pride in his tone. Now that the teacher has promised to clean up the aftermath for him, he must vent well tonight.

"Don't be too arrogant, beware of capsizing in the gutter. Zhong Zheyuan smiled bitterly.

"Rest assured, there doesn't seem to be such a gutter in southern Thailand. The eighth said casually.

The anti-materiel sniper rifle only rang out once and then there was no movement, and Li Qianye had a sense of foreboding in his heart. But the arsenal is in the rear, and there are a lot of people around the rotten boy, and it is impossible for the enemy to attack there through the stronghold, so he thinks it shouldn't be a big problem.

"What the are you doing?" he yelled over the walkie-talkie.

On the intercom, there was only the rustling of electricity. Even in the hustle and bustle of the battlefield, this subtle sound from the dead silence still sounds a thrilling power.

"Rotten boy, speak!" Li Qianye roared.

In response to his roar, there was still silence.

"Rotten boy, why the hell are you dead?" Li Qianye scolded, his face gradually lost blood, and the hand holding the walkie-talkie couldn't help but tremble.

If something happens to the rotten boy, who is the knife in the back? Who has the strength to cleanly deal with a group of his minions in this stronghold?

Shunji Asada could, but he had no reason to do so, because he came to kill Qin Tian. Hideyoshi Yamada can do it, but he and himself are closely related, and without himself here, it is impossible for him to hide in the mountains and continue to do his work. Well, there seems to be only one answer......

As soon as he thought of this, Li Qianye's heart was cold, and he realized that he had fallen into a big net, and the rebel army in the entire Wutian Mountain was facing a catastrophe.

"Wu Yongshou, I'm going to kill you alive!" Li Qianye roared through gritted teeth. If the guess is correct, Wu Yongshou is just a key figure in the middle of this net, and it is the southern Thai military that really shoots against him.

How did Huaying get in touch with the military? How did they convince the factional military to wade through this troubled water? How many people did the military put in this operation, and where are they now?

Li Qianye didn't have time to think about all the problems, and the current big trouble was the hundreds of people sent into the mountains by the garrison battalion. If they mobilized with all their might, he would be in the predicament of being attacked by the enemy, and the gods would not be able to save him.

As for Ruan Qinghe, the culprit who caused the trouble, he was not in the mood to deal with him, in the final analysis, he was even more pathetic than himself.

The mortars roared again, and shells rained down on the second line of defense of the guard company. Hua Yinghui's offensive became more and more fierce in the sound of explosions, and the death squads spread out to attack in all directions, while the main force led by Zhong Zheyuan had turned into sharp knives and stabbed straight towards the defense line of the guard company. The reserves were also thrown into the battlefield and were approaching the guard company at high speed from the flanks.

"Regiment commander, what is the situation? The other side's mortar position has moved forward again, posing a serious threat to our second line of defense! Where are the reinforcements?" On the walkie-talkie, the voice of the guard company commander was heard in anger.

"Wood, you have to grit your teeth to resist Lao Tzu in this battle! People are in the position, and retreating is death!" Li Qianye said to his henchmen.

"Regiment commander, I'm not afraid of death, but this battle is a mess!" said the guard company commander in despair, "So many brothers, where the hell have they gone?"

"Hold on, I'll organize people to come over soon!" Li Qianye looked into the distance. There are still two companies that are a little farther away from here, but whether they can reach the battlefield smoothly has become a problem at the moment, because Wu Yongshou, who is standing behind him, can't stop with just one stab.

"My rotten life is the regiment commander, it's a big deal to pay it back today!" said the guard company commander in despair, ending the communication.

"Over there, nothing can happen!" Li Qianye glanced at the barracks where Asada lived, and quietly left with a group of men. The situation took a turn for the worse, and what he wanted to do most now was not to deal with Hua Yinghui or kill Wu Yongshou, but to rush to the camp as fast as possible and hug that super thigh.

"Wu Yongshou, you probably don't know who they are, do you? I hope you do it quickly, so that you will die faster!" He suddenly felt that it was a wise decision for him to arrange for the Qinghe garrison battalion to be deployed there. If the garrison had done something to the men inside, there might have been any hope of winning the battle.

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