Da!

A high-speed spinning bullet pierced the air and fired the first shot against the desert bandits.

At the same time, a piercing tire burst exploded in the distance, and the front tire of a desert jeep was blown by a bullet, and the whole body arced strangely on the sand, and stopped after braking suddenly.

"Holy! It's so accurate, is this guy using a sniper rifle? Hans couldn't help but twitch his cheeks and turned his head to look in the direction where Zhang Daxing was.

Zhang Daxing was at least 300 meters away from the jeep that had been punctured. At this time, Zhang Daxing only had one submachine gun made in China I don't know what model.

Hans knew very well that Zhang Daxing had a submachine gun in his hand instead of a sniper rifle, and as an experienced special soldier, he could judge the class of gun just by the sound of the gun.

Three hundred meters away, he could use a submachine gun to hit a high-speed moving tire with just one shot, and Hans really doubted that the other party was too favored by God and too lucky.

Da -

As Hans exclaimed in disbelief, a second gunshot followed.

Buzz-boom-boom

The second desert jeep suddenly had a flat tire, and due to the excessive speed of the car, the sudden tilt caused the whole body to fall on the sand at once, and the four wheels slid into the sky for a long distance before stopping.

Bang, bang, bang

Sporadic gunfire rang out, as the desert bandits began to organize a rapid counterattack. The people in the two jeeps, which did not overturn, opened the doors and jumped out one after another, using the body and the door as cover, holding their respective weapons, and shooting indiscriminately in the direction where Zhang Daxing was.

On the other hand, Zhang Daxing's side, after firing two shots, there was no movement.

Soon, the gunfire on the desert bandits' side became more and more intense. The man in the jeep that had overturned in the sand also crawled out under the cover of his companions, pulled out his weapon, and began to shoot at the attacker.

"Good fellows. The equipment of these people is not bad. Hans hid behind the hill, stealthily popped out his head, and quickly observed the situation on the opposite side, where there were at least five or more submachine guns, and the dense network of fire was intertwined, and the sand and gravel flew and raised a cloud of sand and dust.

"What is that guy Zhang Daxing doing? Why did I shoot two shots, and there was no movement. Hans aimed at a bandit with an AK47 two hundred meters away and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Bang!

It was aimed at the opponent's head, but the bullet hit the man's shoulder.

Clearly, Hans's shot missed.

"Hell!" Hans cursed and pulled the trigger repeatedly.

But after the man was shot in the shoulder, he quickly fell to the ground, rolled on the spot, and hid behind the jeep, and Hans's subsequent bullets failed to hit the target again, all hitting the hard jeep iron, sparks flying and clanging. The bandit armed with the AK quickly came to his senses and called out to his companions to fight back against Hans.

Under normal circumstances, the firing range of the pistol is only fifty meters, and the opponent is two hundred meters away from Hans, and the accuracy of the shot will naturally deviate greatly. In addition, Hans was not a sniper or assault master of shooting, but a heavy machine gunner who relied on firepower to suppress the opponent.

In foreign special forces, the most important thing is the professional division of labor. They will let the person with the strongest shooting ability as a sniper, the person with the most agility and the strongest individual combat ability as an assaulter, and those who have organizational skills and team cohesion will act as team commanders.

For snipers, they must have the ability to shoot at a hundred paces, but if they are given a heavy machine gun, it is very likely that they will not be able to withstand the terrifying recoil of a heavy machine gun.

Similarly, for Hans, the Delta Special Forces can allow him to have weak pistol shooting skills, or poor combat skills, or even fail, but his heavy machine gun combat skills must be at the specialization level.

Therefore, Hans was able to shoot such a pistol at a very long time.

Bang bang bang!

Hans quickly retracted his head after firing a round of bullets, and at the same time, a string of bullets also hit the spot where he had just been, and it was clear that the bandits had discovered his position. Begin to fight back.

"Damn! I knew that even if I was tired, I wouldn't throw away my old buddy. Otherwise, how could he be beaten by so many black-skinned monkeys and didn't dare to raise his head. Hans sighed regretfully and quickly replaced it with a new magazine. The old guy he was talking about was, of course, the Gatling heavy machine gun that had been following him.

Hans was right, if he was given a Gatling heavy machine gun now, let alone three jeeps, even if it was three helicopters, he would have nothing to fear.

The problem now, though, is that there is no Gatling heavy machine gun around.

Hans sighed again, changed positions, and held the pistol with a good magazine ready to continue to help Zhang Daxing.

"Huh? Where did that Qin Jun go? Why hasn't there been any movement, can't it be running? Hans frowned, he didn't have much trust in his heart for these two foreign special forces.

However, at this moment, two piercing gunshots suddenly came from a distance.

It's a pistol! Hans quickly judged the type of gun from the sound of the gun.

Plop - Pounce -

Hans suddenly found that the two desert bandits standing at the end collapsed to the ground at some point, without exception, all of them were shot in the head and shot in the head.

Hans couldn't help but be shocked, because he knew that this was not caused by the submachine gun in Zhang Daxing's hand, but the handiwork of another young man who had never made a move.

Bang bang!

Two successive gunshots rang out again.

Two more people fell to the ground on the opposite side, both of them were broken by the high-speed spinning bullets, and the red and white things splashed on the sand, and they were quickly roasted to a half-cooked burnt yellow, which made me want to sick to my stomach when I saw it.

Hans turned his head to look, and only then did he vaguely see a figure rushing towards the group of desert bandits at a very fast speed.

Not to mention the opponent's miraculous shooting skills, the ghostly speed alone had already made Hans's jaw drop.

Is this still human speed? Hans jerked the corners of his eyes.

Hans even thought for a moment that he was dazzled, that the shadow must be a beast like a cheetah.

But the other party's trademark yellow skin and familiar face told Hans that this figure was Qin Jun, a Chinese special forces soldier who had just beaten him with his fist.

How can it be? How could Huaxia Kingdom have such a terrifying person? Hans was pretty sure that the best elite fighter he had ever seen in the Delta Force would not be able to run at such perverted speed. And while running at a high speed to dodge bullets, Hans can still shoot such accurate bullets, Hans feels that he can only describe the person in front of him as a pervert in a metamorphosis.

After Qin Jun fired, the enemy quickly sensed his presence, so some of the muzzles of the guns quickly turned around and opened fire on him.

At this time, the three people who formed a temporary team had all entered the field. The encounter with the desert bandits seems to have reached a high tide!