Chapter 1012 The team member was injured

The news of Lao Dao's injury did not only affect the 'Prison Cow', the 'Nighthawk' on the roof did not need to be reminded by Zhang Ran, he had already turned around, risked being hit by bullets, and began to shoot in the direction of Zhang Ran and Lao Dao!

"Damn, saber, I saw them, three people, a standard triangular battle formation, at ten, twelve, and two o'clock, and at two o'clock, that guy went down at two o'clock, he should have been scared back by you!"

With the observation post on the commanding heights of 'Nighthawk', the situation on Zhang Ran's side suddenly became clear. Obviously, the ones who came to attack were those professional mercenaries hired by Nalmer, and the other party's strength was not weak, but it was desperately blocked by the old knife!

It's actually scary to think about.

These mercenaries are very cunning, they don't want to mix with Narmer's miscellaneous soldiers to launch a strong attack on the main gate, as the so-called is not afraid of god-like opponents are afraid of pig-like teammates, what kind of level Narmer's miscellaneous soldiers are, no one knows better, so they chose the side that was almost undefended at the beginning.

Maybe they want to get over and use grenades or even explosives to destroy, if they really succeed, I'm afraid that half of the people who were still in the house just now will die, and even the saber mercenary group will be injured!

But the old knife alone blocked them alive, just a hundred meters away, and they couldn't be saved!

In the end, although the old knife was injured, he bought time for Zhang Ran, so that Zhang Ran rushed over in time and re-established the defense line with the 'Nighthawk'.

Shooting at the same time from two angles, whether it is Zhang Ran or 'Nighthawk', the marksmanship is quite accurate, naturally there will be no more opportunities for the three mercenaries to shoot, often the body only moves slightly, and a string of bullets will sweep over, and they will cry bitterly.

", the old knife was shot twice! , them, them! "When the 'Prisoner Cow' came, he played a trick and dug a hole sixty centimeters wide in the wall, drilled it out, and dragged the old knife into it. Although the wooden and thatched walls were not sturdy, they showed an advantage at this time, at least they did not have to let the 'prison ox' drag the old knife and then risk a long detour, and at the same time greatly shortened the time for treatment.

"How's it going?"

Zhang Ran fought back and asked on the radio.

"Don't worry, you can't die! Stray! ”

Maybe no one will believe it, in fact, the 'Prisoner Cow' is a doctor in the saber mercenary group, of course, only surgery, and a doctor who specializes in knife and gun trauma, after all, he was born in martial arts, and martial arts doctors are not separated, since ancient times, masters in martial arts are often masters in medical skills.

In terms of traditional martial arts, 'Prison Cow' is not a top figure, he can only be said to be an offensive talent with more experience in fighting and killing skills, so in terms of medical skills, it is so-so. That is, he has attained some achievements in the field of trauma, and a large part of it is due to the training of the saber mercenary group.

Zhang Ran still trusts the judgment of the 'Prisoner Cow' very much, since he said that the old knife can't die, then he really can't die!

"Zhao Xiong, Zhao Xiong, don't rush too far!"

Perhaps the three mercenaries here saw that the plan had completely failed, and they were obviously not willing to throw their lives here and accompany Narmer, who was worthless in their opinion, to die, so they began to retreat alternately, gradually withdrawing from the shooting range of Zhang Ran and the 'Nighthawk'.

In this way, Zhang Ran was free and asked about the situation on Zhao Xiong's side. He didn't know that while he was busy here, Zhao Xiong's side had made a great improvement.

No one thought that the combat effectiveness of these miscellaneous soldiers under Narmer would be so weak, once Zhao Xiong's men had weapons, they would be able to beat this group of miscellaneous soldiers back and forth, so that in just a while, the defensive circle had been expanded a lot, and there was even the appearance of rushing to the arsenal.

After getting such news, Zhang Ran really didn't know whether to cry or laugh! If he had known that Narmer's subordinates were so poor, and Lao Dao and the others would have launched an attack directly as soon as they came here, maybe the matter would have been resolved long ago.

"Zhao Xiong, be careful, where have you been?"

While turning back to the main entrance, Zhang Ran asked. At this time, there was basically no trace of Narmer's soldiers around the main entrance, and there was no such scene of bullets as just now, and occasionally stray bullets flew from nowhere, but they could no longer pose much of a threat.

"We've come and just found some vehicles on the road that are still available. How many of you are there, I think we must have discovered Narmer's transport battalion, the guards here have been broken up by us, and they are vulnerable! ”

There is no doubt that 'Dark Night' has brought better news to Zhang Ran, if 'Dark Night' can get enough transportation, the whole operation will become safer!

"Very well, we won't have more than eighty people here......"

"Sixty, a lot of people have died."

Kuaishou interrupted Zhang Ran to interject into the conversation, but it made Zhang Ran's relaxed mood suddenly become heavy. Although no one in the Saber Mercenary Regiment was killed in battle, Zhao Xiong's group of people, who were supposed to be waiting for rescue, had already killed and injured more than 20 people.

"So many?"

"Yes."

Kuaishou has been directing the battle at the gate, so the specific numbers, he knows best. However, compared with Zhang Ran's solemnity, Kuaishou's face has not changed at all, after all, for her, as long as her own people are fine, no matter how many others die, it is just a number.

It can't be said that Kuaishou is a 'nighthawk', after all, this is a battlefield, either life or death.

"Zhao Xiong, don't rush! Hurry up and pull the team back, we will have a convoy coming soon, and everyone will retreat together when the time comes! ”

Rubbing his nose, Zhang Ran picked up the gun and rushed towards the direction where Zhao Xiong and the others were, and it was still foreseeable that some black soldiers on the road, whether male or female, Zhang Ran would be knocked down with one shot!

At present, except for the old knife injury, everything else is going very smoothly, and as for the hostages who were killed or injured, they did not exceed Zhang Ran's expectations.

But often accidents always happen when they are the most sure.

Zhao Xiong at this time is high-spirited. As Zhang Ran said, a real soldier always wants to complete his life on the battlefield, and if he has a rare opportunity, how could he give up? Although he was not leading a real warrior at this time, as long as he could fight, he was already satisfied.

Zhao Xiong, who was agitated, felt that victory was already in sight as the battle situation became clearer, but he ignored the group of people who had killed from their team.

This group of people is completely different from the enemy that Zhao Xiong and the others just faced, whether it is in terms of physical condition, equipment on their bodies, or their temperament and mental state.

The sudden dense rain of bullets suddenly stunned Zhao Xiong and the others who rushed to the arsenal!

After all, it was not born in a serious army, even if Zhao Xiong had a certain command ability, but the quality of the soldiers was obviously insufficient, so that no one paid attention to that direction at all, and when the battle in front of them turned into a tailwind battle, everyone stared at the victory in front of them, ignoring the threats around them!

The people walking on the edge of the team suffered first, and before they could react, they were directly shot and fell to the ground, and it was only at this time that Zhao Xiong came back to his senses, hurriedly pointed to the direction where the enemy came, and said loudly: "A few people in the past, resist, resist!" ”

It stands to reason that Zhao Xiong found out that the timing of the enemy attack was not too late, but the problem was that he ignored the adaptability of the group of "warriors" around him, especially in this case, all of them were confused. If Zhao Xiong could take the initiative to lead the rest of the people to change direction and face the enemy at this time, he might be able to turn the situation around, but with just one order and a few shouts, the result would be ineffective.

Most of them had not yet figured out what was happening, but they heard the sound of gunfire from the flanks, and some of their companions fell to the ground amid screams.

"Zhao Xiong Zhao Xiong, you take the people around you to go up first!"

Zhang Ran finally noticed that something was wrong, and ordered Zhao Xiong loudly on the radio, and at the same time, he also rushed towards the direction of the attacking enemy with Kuaishou.

Under Zhang Ran's reminder, Zhao Xiong finally understood his command problem, and he hurriedly shouted beside him: "Brothers, rush me!" ”

Then he took the lead and rushed out in the rain of bullets. Under his leadership, from a few people to a dozen people, and finally more than half of the men were finally divided, and the muzzle of the gun was turned in the direction where the group of black elite soldiers came.

This is a scuffle, a real melee, if Zhang Ran and Kuaishou were not here, relying only on these half-cut soldiers led by Zhao Xiong, then their fate would undoubtedly be a clean death!

After Zhang Ran entered the battlefield, he and Wuying suppressed at least half of the enemy, and their accurate marksmanship and shooting speed that barely needed time to aim knocked down the opponent's arrogance at once.

"It's Narmer! He personally led the troops out! ”

Zhao Xiong's voice came out on the radio, reminding Zhang Ran.

No wonder this group of blacks fought so hard, and their combat quality was much higher than that of others, because Narmer, the "patriarch", personally led the troops. With Zhao Xiong's reminder, Zhang Ran soon saw a guy with the most gorgeous clothes and the tallest figure among the enemies.

"It's a stupid X, isn't it?" Zhang Ran smiled coldly, knocked on the radio, and said, "What do you think?" ”

"The one that burns the bun like a lantern?" This is the sound of Kuaishou.

"Silly X!" It's a shadowless voice.

"Boss, wait for me!" This is the voice of the 'Nighthawk'.

"Then leave it to Nighthawk, Zhao Xiong, what are you doing? A few of us are resisting here, you lead people into the arsenal, be quick, 'dark night', where are you? ”

"Good!" Zhao Xiong took Zhang Ran's order, but 'Dark Night' told Zhang Ran that they still had about ten minutes to arrive.

suppressed the arrogance of Narmer's pro-army team, Zhang Ran breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he saw the "burning bun like a lantern" Narmer, he wanted to laugh in his heart. I don't know how this Narmer got mixed into a faction, he has no combat experience at all, and he has to make himself popular on the battlefield, hasn't he met a sniper for so long?