Chapter 539: The master makes a move

In fact, the war on the whole front is the most difficult scene to describe, in the streets and alleys that are ten kilometers long, 800 people against 3,000 people, only a few numbers on the white paper, but in reality it is enough to fill the massacre of a university campus. The two sides are no longer using the cold weapons of the chivalrous era, from 5.6mm rifles to 120mm artillery, these murderous auras are no longer just as simple as making people's heads hit the ground, often once fired, even the bodies of the dead cannot be found.

The pain that other authors describe to you is non-existent, and when a person is hit by that kind of large-caliber shell, he is blown away before he feels the pain.

Fear and nervousness can cause the injured person to secrete a lot of adrenaline to paralyze the nerves and feel pain, in addition to subtle pain, and even a little excitement.

Those wailings, cries, are more out of fear.

But once a person is thrown into such a battlefield, even if he is a coward, he will instinctively pick up a gun, even if he is a priest, he will not hesitate to kill anyone he can see, it has nothing to do with faith or goodness, it is just an instinctive reaction of living beings to live.

Those who can control this instinct can become Shen Ming, and those who can't do it will become Shen Ming's enemy.

On the ten-kilometer long street, I finally saw the enemy's gangsters raise their guns that had long been hot, and with the help of houses, vehicles, and lanes as cover, they launched a fierce counterattack on the invading mercenary troops, they may be inexperienced, and their marksmanship is not good, but they can't stand their fierce firepower, and the storage capacity of World War II equipment on Beacon Street, which is sick, can be described as crazy, and can actually guarantee that every eight people have a Makqin-class heavy machine gun, a Bazooka rocket launcher, and all of them are equipped with Bobosha 72-round drum submachine guns, There are enough grenades to tie each of them into a suicide bomb to use, and there are various types of mortars as cover, and the flamethrower sprayers who suddenly kill are also difficult to beat the well-trained mercenaries for a while.

The weapons of the Second World War were actually the darkest inventions in human history, some of them were as simple as a steel pipe, some of them had recoil strong enough to shatter the shoulders of the user, they were rough and clumsy and ugly, and they did not conform to modern aesthetics at all, because the only requirement they were created for was "how to kill the enemy most quickly and powerfully." ”

So even though the guys in the hands of these hooligans are older than the user's grandfather, they can be extremely effective in a narrow area.

"HQ! The enemy's fire was fiercer than expected! We were met with fierce return fire and called for air support! The commander of Line 2 asked his superiors.

The communicator in the command center just wanted to reply, but the boss took the microphone and said, "You are mercenaries, not the US military, the first thing you should think about when you encounter a problem is how to survive with your own lives, because I have paid for your life, and I can't complete the task within the specified time, my reinforcements will definitely go up, but I will kill you and those garbage together, understand?" "The boss's words can be described as gentle, but they have already scared the No. 2 commander Shoto to come out quickly.

The boss never jokes with his subordinates, and if he says he's going to kill you, the only thing you should think about is whether you can keep a whole corpse. The mission is limited to 1 hour to complete, and with an extra minute or 1 second, what awaits them may be a strategic-level long-range surface-to-surface missile......

"I don't want to die! Give me all on top! Bazooka! Armored vehicles! Above! Above! Above! "The commander, who was hiding behind the armored car, slapped the hull wildly.

Everyone just thinks that the boss's head is convulsive, so fierce firepower, but he doesn't want to die? Isn't it true that you should rush if you want to die?

An order is an order, hesitating, dead and dead, the assaulters on all sides finally took out the posture they should have and launched a fierce charge without their lives.

They use armored vehicles as cover to advance, and then divide into small teams to shield and avoid artillery fire into the building, with concussion bombs, sonic booms, flashbangs, room by room cleanup, whether it is a hidden stronghold, or, hiding behind the door, they all use armor-piercing shells to pierce the room and the enemy in pairs.

Of course, the more fierce advances, the mercenaries also sat and paid for the casualties, their bulletproof armor is very thick, but for Makqin's metal barrage, it can also ensure that before penetrating the armor, all their internal organs will be shattered and killed.

Both sides are fighting with the most inhumane weapons, while the other two protagonists are fighting in a way that has never been done before. They concentrated in the center of Beacon Street, but quietly hid themselves. Burial Dragon attempts to release mechanical spiders to help spread the visual boundary, only to discover that there is a kind of video tracker throughout Beacon Street, and as long as Burial Dragon uses mechanical spiders to help, it is he who is the first to be exposed.

Therefore, the two have been restored to the most primitive sniper battle that relies on their own skills to hide and find. Shen Ming held the Intervener's high-precision rifle, crawling through an old-fashioned chimney pipe that stretched half a block, through the occasional 30-centimeter air intake on it, he could look down on the vast space of 180 degrees, Shen Ming chose one of them to set up the rifle, and disassembled the butt to reduce the length of the gun in the narrow pipe to avoid the muzzle being exposed.

This chimney pipe is filled with a large amount of carbon monoxide, and ordinary people will die of poisoning within a few minutes of entering, and the small respirator carried by Shen Ming can maintain normal breathing for 30 minutes.

The burial dragon leaned against a ruined building only 300 meters away, and the gangsters who were originally hiding here had been killed without firing a single shot, effectively hiding his figure.

"Then Shen Ming, where will you hide and wait for me?" Picking up a miniature camera, the burial dragon gently placed it in the corner of the windowsill above his head, hidden in harmony with some rubble.

The zoom camera, scanning the opposite street, thermal lens, X-ray perspective lens, various images alternately switching. All the people within a radius of 500 meters were found, but no trace of Shen Ming was found.

The chimney pipes were kept at a temperature of 50 degrees, and with the obstruction of metal fragments, modern technology could not find him through at all.

The advanced equipment is easy to use, and the sniper technique of ignoring the target is indeed very dick, but for Shen Ming, the sniper will always be more stable only when he sees the target appear in the cross mirror, and the bullets fired out will fly particularly smoothly.

"I've been waiting for you, waiting for you to come out." Shen Ming breathed pure air in the respirator, so that the right eye that was tightly pressed against the scope did not show the slightest gap, because the dust in the air would interfere with vision, "Come, take a look at the position I have arranged." ”

Shen Ming, who was about to pull the trigger, pressed a switch, bang! Boom! Boom! Long fire dragons exploded on the long street, vibrating, directly damaging several locations where the sniper was most likely to hide, including the location where the burial dragon was hiding, the roof collapsed, but the burial dragon did not escape too much, and still maintained a prostrate shooting posture in the ruins.

"Is that all you have to do is this little trick? Playing with a bomb? What a waste of time to give you so much time to prepare, congratulations, I'm about to find you. The burial dragon adjusted the angle of the camera on the windowsill and began to lock on to Shen Ming's location, Shen Ming's trap showed that his location could observe all these locations he had chosen, and the search range was immediately reduced by 9 percent.

"Do you think my trap is for you? Sorry, you thought wrong. Shen Ming grinned, because the 20 locations he chose for the explosion were all stationed by hooligans, and 19 of them had hooligans running out after the explosion, and only one ...... None of them appeared.

Both of them were pushing back their opponents' positions, but Shen Ming was more efficient, and quickly found a camera no bigger than the size of a little thumb 300 meters away.

"I found you, may the deceased rest in peace" Boom! Shen Ming deducted the first shot.

"Not good!" The burial dragon found out where Shen Ming was, but he couldn't fight back, and immediately pinched and exploded a black projectile in his chest.

"Boom, boom!" The three-story building where the burial dragon was hiding was blown into a huge ball of fire, and Shen Ming's bullet hit the high explosives hidden around the house.

The fire created a small mushroom cloud, and the two buildings next to it were half torn down, and it was impossible for anyone to survive such an explosion.

Shen Ming suddenly punched through the remaining chimney pipe rock wall and fell directly to the ground.

The pipe that he had just been hiding for 10 minutes was instantly punched into a big hole by a tungsten core armor-piercing bullet.

Shen Ming, who had fallen only two meters, turned around and plunged a knife into the wall beside him, and the wall under his feet was also hit by a pursuing shot and hit a large pit with a diameter of 2 meters.

"Cut, you won't die like this, what kind of monster is it?" Hanging in mid-air, Shen Ming saw that in the midst of the burning house, the burial dragon dragged the demon reform intervener out with a step, his whole body covered in a layer of transparent slime, like foam floating on the seashore.

Tactical emergency life-saving bulging agent, the latest weapon of the real yàn type, can secrete a viscous foam covering an area of 2 square meters in 0.1 seconds, and the wrapped person can not only withstand the weight of the tank vehicle running over the body, but also resist the flames of 1200 degrees, plus the frontal continuous fire of 12.7 mm caliber ammunition...... The only downside is that it tastes like spoiled fish offal mixed with pig manure.

Sometimes, I really have the courage to die, and I don't have the courage to blow up this tactical emergency life-saving bulking agent.

"Shen Ming! Fuck you, uncle! The burial dragon calculated the account of eating "Xiang" to Shen Ming's head.

"I thank you for my uncle." Shen Ming smiled and let go, quickly fell to the ground, and pulled the bolt on the front.