"Tom tom tom...... Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!! ......" mortar screams soon filled the battlefield with clouds again. At the moment when the mortar sounded, the blocking team on the front line had already scattered in all directions to avoid the shelling without the White Eagle commanding.

This round of mortars did not cause any damage to the White Eagle team. However, the heavy machine guns that came with the sound of artillery directly swept down the two members of the White Eagle team, and the "Sudden Sudden ......" was a heavy machine gun placed on the pickup truck, which is also the heavy firepower that is almost standard for most of the weapons here.

It was a sweep against the White Eagles from a distance, although most of the team members dodged the rain of bullets. However, two members of the team were still hit, one of whom was swept in the right leg while dodging a shell. A bullet from a heavy machine gun, which hit him directly in the thigh.

Go up a little bit from the knee and sweep it off by the roots. The mouth of the team member of Group A let out a terrible scream. The broken thigh fell beside him. Blood splattered from torn muscles and shattered thigh bones.

The team member was lying on the gun and pulled the trigger "......suddenly", and despair appeared in his eyes. His face was losing blood, and he knew he would soon fall into a coma from the loss of blood. There won't be enough plasma here, and there won't be enough good doctors to stop the bleeding. So, he was dead.

"Sudden ......" may be an outburst before death, or perhaps the last visit of the god of luck. He kept hitting the spot-kicks, and almost every shot hit. He could clearly see that the man with the turban was trying to rush over.

But he was shot in the chest, and the bullet exploded a cloud of blood directly in his chest. He even saw the bullet pierce the man's back, splattering a large cloud of blood before the whole person convulsed and fell to the ground......

"Bang~!" A bullet hit the face of a tribal militant who was trembling as he tried to retreat. The bullet hit him directly into the bandana that covered his face. A blood socket was found hollowing in, and a large cloud of blood splattered out of the back of his head.

The armed man overturned on his back, and a small grin formed on the corner of the White Eagle's lips as he had broken his leg on the dune. Becoming a mercenary, he was ready for this day. Unlike those core players, the man named Revolver had no idea that he was still serving his country.

"Chirp~~ Boom!!" But his good luck ended there. He fell to the ground, still shooting. Knocked down several people at the same time, which has already attracted the attention of others. Soon, an RPG was fired straight at him. A violent explosion rang out, and the smoke and dust of the desert and the shattered internal organs and flesh flew together......

When the smoke fell, all that fell on the dunes was a mutilated corpse. Revolver's eyes widened, and his eyes had lost their brilliance. Half of his body was blown open, blood spurting out. A lump of intestines, half of the stomach, and tattered lungs......

Even half of his face was sliced open by shrapnel, revealing hideous muscles and facial bones. An eyeball was miraculously not blown up. Instead, from the eye socket, a part of the muscle adhered to it fell off. It was just hanging out of his eye sockets, making his corpse look even more hideous......

The snipers of the White Eagle squad have not made any moves until now. Even if Revolver died, they didn't fight back. Snipers are undoubtedly one of the most important deterrents in this kind of operation. Unless they can play an important role, they will not easily shoot.

The reason is simple, as long as they open fire means exposure. Exposed, it means that the firing position must be changed. This is still secondary, no one knows if there are snipers on the other side who are staring at them. To fire means to be exposed, and to be exposed means to be taken out by the opposing snipers.

The loss of any one sniper is a huge loss for the entire combat group. They don't dare, and they can't be killed easily. With them, it's a huge deterrent. The other party did not dare to take the lead easily, nor did he dare to have too fierce charging movements.

"Boom! Rumble! Rumble!! ......" mortar shelled again, and the remaining members of Group A of the White Eagle Squad had to withdraw from their positions with difficulty. Group B quickly responded to them, while several of C's snipers broke away from the group and began to move to the right.

Arbayev was still silently observing, believing that the opposing team would never let them attack directly. They certainly have the means to cope. All he needs to do is wait patiently. It was also at this time that the Hunting Knife Squad was reorganized.

Taking advantage of the fact that the White Eagle team was beaten and had to retreat, he began to advance slowly. Under the cover of Arbayev's artillery fire and attacks, they kept closing in on the White Eagle squad......