Lin Song looked up at the night sky, a helicopter hovering in mid-air, and the huge roar of the propeller completely covered out the gunfire on the ground.

"Fax, you big liar."

Lin Song waved his fist at the helicopter in mid-air, unable to hide the anger in his heart.

Fax piloted the helicopter and deliberately showed off several special effects in mid-air, as if he was laughing at Lin Song.

However, Lin Song didn't have time to argue with Fax, and those militants formed a fan-shaped attack formation, almost surrounding Lin Song at the core.

If he continued to fight, Lin Song would inevitably die, and if he escaped, he would have almost no chance of escaping, because Lin Song, who was under siege, had only two choices, either to die in battle or to surrender.

If he surrendered, it would be unacceptable for Lin Song, what are you kidding, the captain of the Sword Squad, the pride of Huaguo, how could he surrender to a group of desert thieves.

If he dies in battle, it is also a difficult proposition for Lin Song to accept.

First of all, the task of the sword team has not been completed, and secondly, Qin Xue has not let Lin Song be lucky, so Lin Song is unwilling to come to this point no matter what.

"Brothers, kill him, Mr. Falkes paid a high price for his dog's life."

Among the thieves, a guy wearing a scarf and covering his entire face, his eyes were hidden behind the scarf, commanding the rabble and giving a killing order to Lin Song.

Those big thieves, risking their lives to play in the desert, aren't they just for money, as soon as they heard that they could get a generous reward for killing Lin Song, they immediately felt like they had been stimulant, their eyes were filled with the copper smell of money, and they surrounded Lin Song with a roar.

"Damn, there's only three bullets left."

I really didn't expect that the chain fell off at the critical moment, and Lin Song only had three bullets left on his body.

It turned out that when Lin Song left Fax, that guy pushed Lin Song's body a few times, originally Lin Song thought that it was a dispute between the two people, and he didn't want the other party to take risks, but after seeing Fax driving a helicopter away, and hearing that the other party was holding Fax's bounty, he realized how insidious Fax was.

The old guy took advantage of the fact that his attention was not on him, so he took the opportunity to throw all Lin Song's bullets to the ground, and then insidiously used Lin Song's fatal wounds, and his sympathy was overflowing, causing the current predicament.

Lin Song pressed all the bullets into the chamber of the gun, he knew that Qian Donglu and Zhao Hu were behind, it was not that Lin Song was afraid of death, but that he wanted to save his breath and tell them that Fax was a sinister fox.

Therefore, Lin Song insisted, in order to be able to continue the battle, Lin Song must capture the enemy's weapons.

Several militants came to the place where Lin Song was hiding, there were three people in total, a typical three-three battle unit, three people presented an inverted triangle battle formation, the front two were responsible for cross-covering left and right, attracting Lin Song's firepower, and the back was responsible for destroying the enemy's firepower point, that is, Lin Song.

The corners of Lin Song's mouth turned up slightly, and his contemptuous eyes seemed to tell the enemy that your set was too pediatric in Lin Song's eyes.

'Crunch'

Suddenly, there was a mechanical sound behind the three militants, and the three men immediately turned their guns, and all their attention was drawn.

Lin Song took advantage of this opportunity to jump out of the hidden place, and the small pistol was aimed at the back of the heads of the two guys, accurately penetrating their skulls.

Two blood springs gushed out, and the guy at the end realized that he had been fooled, and before he could turn back, he was torn off by Lin Song, who rushed over.

Lin Song threw the remote control on the ground, and then searched for some bullets and ** from the bodies of the three dead people.

"This is your last contribution."

Lin Song really couldn't bear to abandon the mechanical warrior here, but he had already been beaten by the enemy, and even if he wanted to, he had no chance.

Lin Song, who had ammunition, was confident that with the limited weapons in his hand, he could eliminate this group of militants, even though there were no less than a hundred of them.

"He's here."

As soon as a militant issued a warning, Lin Song shot him in the head, and he fell to the ground with a muffled snort.

Although he was destroyed, he attracted more enemies.

'Tutu Tutu'

"Da Da Da"

"Don't live, shoot him."

The arrogant enemy almost threw in all the heavy firepower, and the yellow sand in front of Lin Song seemed to have been plowed dozens of times by an iron plow, almost turning out all the yellow sand three feet underground.

As long as Lin Song stretched out his hand and grabbed it casually, he could grab a large handful of bullets and ** explosion fragments from the yellow sand.

Therefore, under the suppression of this kind of high-strength firepower, what Lin Song can do is to wait for the opportunity in concealment.

With the ghostly roar of the enemy's heavy firepower, it gradually subsided, and more than a dozen enemies rushed up with ***.

In the eyes of the enemy, Lin Song at this time was not beaten into a hornet's nest, and he was also a waste man who was seriously injured and was about to die.

So they didn't maintain a cautious attitude, but ran straight over with a big grin, with only one purpose, that is, to check if Lin Song was dead.

"Very good, get closer, and Lao Tzu will let you eat an iron melon."

Lin Song pulled out the ** insurance and invested it in the most central position of this group of people very accurately, which can ensure that no one is missed.

This kind of ** is specially used for defense, because this group of militants are all halfway monks, and they don't know the classification of ** very well.

Under normal circumstances, you should not use defensive ** when attacking, because defensive ** is more powerful and easy to injure your own people by mistake.

With a flash of death, followed by a terrifying explosion, a rain of bullets made of steel balls shot out like a goddess scattering flowers.

More than a dozen enemies almost became live targets for steel rain, countless small steel balls penetrated their bodies, tearing apart the clothes on their bodies, and in an instant, more than a dozen enemies were thrown down in front of Lin Song's eyes.

"Fuck, that kid is still alive, shoot Lao Tzu and kill him."

It was another stormy pouring shot, and countless projectiles were vented in front of Lin Song, as a veteran, he had rich experience in battle, and concealing himself was a compulsory course for special forces, so although Lin Song was under a saturated attack, he used the cover of the terrain to successfully protect himself.

"Shoot a cannonball and blow him up."

This time, the enemy did not dare to rashly go to see if Lin Song was dead, but chose the most conservative way, and wanted to fire mortar shells to directly blow Lin Song to death.

"Roar"

It seemed to be the whistling sound of death, breaking through the air, crossing the night sky and heading straight for Lin Song.