The machine guns on the specially modified Humvee armored vehicles of the "Tutu Tu Tu Tu ......" roared incessantly. With the rhythm of a drum, they strafed their positions with hunting knives. Several members of the hunting knife team were directly swept by this large-caliber machine gun bullet and fell over with a miserable scream.

The lethality of large-caliber machine gun bullets is not comparable to that of ordinary rifle bullets. In particular, these bullets have been specially adjusted and reloaded. There are not many such bullets, even in the hands of White Eagle. Each M2 is only a three-base ammunition. After playing, you have to apply for a supplement. 、

The warhead rubbed against the air and swept across the position with a tracer. The Hunting Knife team, which had been holding on, had to lie down to avoid these strafing warheads. On the position, three members of the team were swept down. They fell to the ground, screaming or groaning.

One of the team members was shot in the right side of the abdomen, and the bullet did not hit him directly. But just rubbing it was enough to shatter his bulletproof inserts. At the same time, he took away pieces of flesh, and the intestines of his abdomen splattered with blood. The paramedics were quickly bandaging his wound, and the wound was covered with a hemostatic bag.

Compared to the other two, he was already slightly injured. The other two are no longer necessary to be rescued. One of them, shot in the chest, shattered his bulletproof plate without any stagnation from the machine gun bullet. Although the warhead, having smashed the insert plate, was already fragmented.

But the fragments of the warhead, still radial, directly tore a huge wound in his chest. Shrapnel fragments passed through these wounds, smashing his lungs and heart. Hearts and lungs torn by torn muscles, shrapnel torn apart, were exposed to the air......

Blood, splattered on the yellow sand. The blood on his face dissipated with his fading breath. The team members who are alive around him know that his death is only a matter of time. There's no point in saving anymore. Several team members still dragged him aside.

His equipment was unloaded, and he could use magazines, grenades, and the modified AKM. And some of the things he had on him that worked. No one has time to grieve, only those who survive are qualified to grieve. Dead people, nothing.

The last one has already died. He was shot in the abdomen, but he was unlucky enough to be shot in the middle of the abdomen. The large-caliber machine gun bullet instantly blasted his entire abdominal cavity open. The entire intestines in the abdominal cavity were shattered all over the ground.

The blood splattered with the food he had eaten last night that was not digested and was fermenting. Blood, rust, gunsmoke, and the inexplicable smell permeated the battlefield. But everyone seemed to be unaware, they just kept changing positions and kept shooting back. Trying to stop the other side from breaking into their positions.

"Dada...... Bang bang bang ......" gunshots rang out incessantly, and bullets "clanged" on the Humvee's armor. Hunting knives are not all powerless. The machine gunner on the armored car had already flipped over after a sniper rifle sounded.

This is the machine gunner of that car of the White Eagle. The bullet drilled into his left eye with precision. Inside his skull and brain, a bloody path was torn open. After the impact on the skull, the warhead shattered entirely. The force of the impact shattered a huge gap in the skull.

The brain tissue, which had been shattered by the shrapnel, splattered out of the wound. The machine gunner slammed into the shield with a "bang~", and the whole person slipped from the machine gun seat into the car. The White Eagle caught him and looked at him expressionlessly. The body, which had not been convulsed, was then placed in the back seat and secured with a seat belt.

The Heavy was dead and couldn't die anymore, his entire brain tissue had been shattered. On the back of the head, there was a fist-sized bloody hole. The shattered brain tissue splattered out of the hole. From the machine gun mount to the inside of the car, there was a lot of blood.

There was even a little brain tissue attached to the hole. His corpse was twitching and shaking. At the same time, the ** muscles, which had lost control of the brain, began to relax, and feces and urine splashed little by little in the car. White Eagle couldn't care about this anymore, he stood directly on the machine gun mount and pressed the firing board with a "tom tom to......m" and "tom tom".

Finally, they had managed to rush to less than five hundred meters in front of the Hunting Knife Squad. At this time, the time for the exchange of fire between the two sides did not exceed ten minutes. In just these ten minutes, more than a dozen people lay down on both sides.

They are not ordinary cannon fodder troops, and even less those low-end troops in this land. Both of them are elite combat units. Such high battle losses in such a short period of time. Both sides were secretly frightened, but at the same time, they both affirmed their determination to fight to the death.

White Eagle knew that he was going to take down the team as soon as possible. Before their reinforcements arrived. The hunting knife knew he had to hold on. Before reinforcements from jackals arrived. He also knew that those convoy members who were in the safety of the convoy would be captured. If the other party tortures something, then the Slav will be extremely passive.

Yes, jackals don't want anything like that to happen. But even if it did, it was the Slavs who suffered the most. Those damn Yankees, they're going to make a big deal about it. At the same time, from the international level, began to frantically encircle the Slavs.

Although they have been trying to do so, the response has been slim. Once they found this excuse, even if someone was willing to trade with the Slavs. It will also take the opportunity to put forward a bunch of additional conditions, and then the Slavs will be in a troubled situation......

"Chirp...... Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!! "A few pyrotechnics, spraying and flying towards the Humvee armored car. If it's on the road, these Humvees can definitely use their maneuverability to dodge the shots of the hunting knives, but unfortunately this is the desert.

It's already hard to drive, and it's almost impossible to avoid it at such a close distance. Sure enough, these RPGs accurately hit the Humvee armored car. The violent explosion directly overturned two of the cars.

Several members of the White Eagle team rolled out of the car. At this time, I saw their tacit understanding and tactical literacy. Two Humvee armored vehicles, which were not hit, kept the charge. Two Humvees were side-sliding next to their overturned colleagues.

The "tom tom tom ......tom" machine gun was constantly strafing, covering the withdrawal of those team members from the car. On the hunting knife side, the sound of machine guns also continued to explode "da-da-da......"