"There are snipers!"

"God-quasi-God-approved kind!"

The artillery of the Blue Army was frantically killed, and the commander hurriedly shouted.

People from afar have been dying, and the player is suddenly confused.

No one wants to hang up without even seeing the enemy, so they find cover and hide for a while.

"What about our snipers?"

"Shoot back!"

The BLU sniper opened his scope to look for it, and quickly locked on to several points where the shot was fired.

The trajectory was too obvious, and the assault rifle was used on the red side, and the burst of fire could be clearly seen everywhere.

"Where's the sniper point? I can't find the sniper point!"

Judging from experience, several snipers on the blue side have never been able to find the mysterious sniper who has been sniping them.

That mysterious sniper must be a master if he can kill so efficiently from a distance of 800 meters.

But if the frequency of killing is so fast, it means that there is no one shot to change places, so there is no reason not to see the fire point.

However, in the scope, all the firing points are assault rifles, and it seems that some people on the red side are venting and wasting bullets.

"Damn! Where is he hiding?" the three snipers on the blue side desperately searched, but they couldn't find any sniper traces.

"Is it an assault rifle? What are you kidding? No way"

Seeing that their own people were dying one by one, everyone could only crowd and hide behind the tank, and some snipers simply fired at a random fire point.

"Poof!"

If he doesn't jump out of the kill, it means that he misses, which is normal, because this distance is also difficult for a sniper.

However, he didn't expect that just a second after this shot, before his head could retract from behind the cover, a bullet floated over.

"Bang!" he was shot in the head.

"What!" several snipers nearby hurriedly shrank their heads.

You can find the sniper position through the fire so quickly, and quickly counter the headshot, and the sniper on the other side is too strong!

"Captain, there's a pro!" the two snipers shouted.

"Pros, pros too!

The troops had approached more than 400 meters with the tanks, and for a while, all kinds of shells bombarded the town from all directions, plowing the few buildings again.

"Boom, boom!"

In this game, it is too difficult to suppress the soldiers with heavy firepower and want to make a difference.

The red side symbolically returned fire with a few shots, and immediately they all ran away with their heads in their hands and hid in the east.

"Mortar!" someone shouted, and was instantly shattered by a shell.

Mo Qian also wanted to avoid its edge, turned around and rolled, rolled directly downstairs, and then found a corner and shrunk up.

"Hide! wait for them to come in and fight in the streets!" Romon shouted, and ducked down as well, and got to the side of Mo Qian.

"Brother, what's your tuba ID?"

Mo Qian said, "This is my tuba. ”

After speaking, his eyes glanced at a single rocket launcher not far away.

He immediately rolled over and picked it up, glanced at the enemy, and with a bang, a rocket broke out.

After the fight, he didn't even look at it, and dragged the ammunition supply box back to the bunker.

"There was no point in figuring back two symbolic fires, we were surrounded by at least 60 marine guns, 35 tanks, and countless mortars. You hit a calibration shot, and the opponent has already fired a salvo and hundreds of shells. Romon said.

After he finished speaking, he sighed, death must be death, just see how many enemies he can change for a while.

However, Mo Qian ignored him, loaded the rocket with great speed with his hand, and shot a shot and retracted in less than half a meter.

In this way, he reloads faster than the average person, as well as a faster firing cadence, and shoots back outward.

During this time, the aiming step seems to have been omitted, or he only aimed for a few tenths of a second.

"Manual reloading, brother was a soldier, right?" Romon didn't know what the hit rate was, but he could see that Mo Qian was skillful.

Assisted by a variety of technical action systems, it can be operated consciously, which is equivalent to pressing a button. But in addition, manual can also be used, after all, this is a somatosensory game, as long as you feel faster than the system-assisted, then the master can play faster.

Mo Qian still didn't answer, and leaned out and shrank back to continue reloading.

So repeatedly, when someone else fired a round of artillery, he also fired five shots!

By the time the second round of artillery was over, the opponent had already lost ten tanks!

"Reload for me!" said Ink Poor.

"What the hell are you doing?" Romon wondered, not thinking that Mo Qian was frantically destroying enemy tanks.

First of all, it is difficult to grasp the accuracy of the artillery, and it is not so easy for the opponent to hit it while moving.

Secondly, tanks are armored, although there are instant kill points, but they are small, most of the time only one shot can knock out the armor of the tank, and it often takes three shots to destroy a tank.

"Fight back. Mo Qian said.

"Yes, there should be this kind of blood, I like players like you, okay, I'll accompany you to fight." Romon smiled, and picked up a launcher, trying to poke it out.

Mo Qian made a smiling expression, stopped and said, "Don't waste ammo, help me reload." ”

As he spoke, he continued to fire and aim at a super-fast pace.

"Do you like to shoot double cannons?" said Romon as he handed the loaded launcher to Mo Qian.

"Go on!" Mo said.

I saw that Mo Qian finished a shot, and immediately turned out to be Luo Meng's one, and another shot.

Between the two guns, there was little room for aiming.

In this way, with Luo Meng's help, four rounds passed, and the outside attack suddenly came to a standstill, and it seemed that the other party stopped firing and suppressed.

"Stopped?"

"It looks like it's going to be killed, and the brothers are ready to fight!"

Romon shouted, and quickly looked down the slope.

This is hard to see, only to see that the enemy army outside seems to have suffered a lot of blows, and there are scrapped tanks everywhere.

There were also many enemies who were hiding behind the tanks and were severely damaged and even killed by the associated blasting power.

And the artillery arrays in the distance were also greatly hit, countless soldiers died tragically, and the artillery pits were full of corpses.

"Reinforcements?"

Romon muttered, and another rocket blasted out.

"Boom!" a tank that was moving frantically exploded and turned into scrap metal.

Romon looked blankly at the enemy army who seemed to have experienced a terrible battle, and suddenly reacted that it was all killed by Mo Qiao.

After all, none of them fought back in the town, they were all desperately waiting for the other party to get closer, and the mess outside could only be done by Mo Qian.

It can't be the Blues' own cannibalism, right?

"Huh?"

Luo Meng hurriedly opened the record table of this game, and only the top 100 people in the meritorious service of large-scale battles can be seen by everyone.

He didn't even have to look through it, just because the first place showed a 'recruit', a person whose ID was the Great Demon King of Poverty.

"Kill 422 people! Destroy one fighter plane, end 30 consecutive kills of pilots, destroy 35 tanks! 58 marine artillery pieces! 14 junior commanders, 3 intermediate commanders"

After Luo Meng carefully checked the record of this poor demon king, compared with the scene in front of him, the fool also knew that he was poor.

"Brother, add a friend. ”