Basron held his breath and aimed the machine gun on the bipod at the infantry who were climbing. Wait, there's two guys in robes on the left. He adjusted the angle of fire, looked at the fifty-round chain in front of him, and pulled the trigger.

The team climbing on the other side was hit hard in an instant. The magicians were taken care of first, and the soldiers were beaten to pieces.

"There! The remaining infantry immediately changed direction and rushed to the foot of the opposite hill. Ten seconds was enough for them to spot the muzzle flame.

"Bastard, this time won't let you escape again!" The remaining unwounded infantrymen of the squad angrily slashed through the bushes with their knives, finding only one cartridge casing and an empty chain. "Damn! Damn! "The squad leader, who had just witnessed the soldiers falling one by one, had nowhere to vent and had no choice but to slash at the bushes.

Basron had just taken a few steps along the contour line when a thrust plunged into the bushes. He held back the heavy breathing from excitement and strenuous exercise and forcibly calmed his head. The enemy infantry was less than a hundred meters away from him, but they just couldn't spot Bethlon. If the two magicians were still there, he would be in danger, and Beslone carefully ripped a chain of three hundred rounds from his body, ascertaining his tactics in thought. So what's next? Is it going to focus on eliminating this team or is it going to find another breakthrough like it just did?

Restless blood and victorious reason together lifted Besron from the ground. The soldiers and squad leaders who had not yet spread the search watched in horror as the grim reaper with a human and beastly face emerged from the grass in the distance. After the rapid gunfire, the squad had been completely withdrawn.

Beslong simply didn't have time to confirm the results and clean up the battlefield, so the top priority was to keep running! He could already catch a glimpse in the shadows of the trees as several squads approached the location of the gunfire. Luckily, they were the ones who were supposed to encircle the stronghold of the treehouse on the mountainside, and he was pleased to hear that the rifles were still ringing there.

He was still trotting a second ago, and he turned sideways alertly, and his body immediately disappeared in the grass. Thankfully, it didn't make much noise, and down the slope next to him was an infantry patrol with knives and wands...... Beslong didn't have time to think about it, so he directly took off the steel helmet and threw it in the opposite direction.

"What's that......" The green steel helmet, which had just been rudely removed and had a camouflage net attached to it, glowed beautifully in the sun.

"Not good!" The mage in the cloak of the three-pointed star was the first to notice that something was wrong, clenching his wand and preparing to turn around. But it was too late. Two seconds was enough time for Besron to rise from the shadows again, his machine gun firing again. The mage was still the first target, and the cloak of the three-pointed star, which symbolized the approval of the two academies, was torn to shreds in the rain of bullets.

Count to ten. This was Bethlon's strafing principle, but this time he made an exception, fifty strafing shots could not solve the whole team, and he had to fight and retreat with his machine gun, and reward the hard ones who were still standing with a few rounds of iron peanuts.

Regardless of the fact that there were still people lying on the ground shouting loudly, Besron ran a few steps this time and then began to sprint down the hill again. In the valley, apart from his own tearing and continuous gunshots, only the sound of gunfire in the distance was one after another, and the shouts of killing and questioning of the Western Expeditionary Army one after another.

It's a pity that Basron heard those voices, but it didn't seem to hear them. Only a two-syllable word echoed in his head, run!

Run! Run! Run, Beslon! You fateful hunter! You deserving spearman! Run! Your life is still very hard! No matter what siege, no matter what magicians and infantry! Just run! Wild grass and bushes flew under his feet, knowing that the fastest antelope could consume a cheetah alive and dead, not to mention what kind of cheetah were the Western Expeditionary Army that surrounded him outside? It's just a pack of wolfdogs!

As if fate had favored the lone warrior, Besron made his way to the rear of another squad that had just made its way up the slopes of the second line from the side of the road. Without hesitation, shoot! Shoot! With a machine gun bipod in one hand and a trigger in the other, Beslong sent the magician leading the team to the western sky first.

It was another perfect ambush, but it was a pity that Besalong had just trotted all the way and forgot to put a chain on his machine gun. The monster devouring the chain spat out the last shell and stopped working.

"Damn it!" Besron and the soldier in front of him, who had just turned around, noticed the problem at the same time. Seeing the infantrymen with swords and spears stride and throw all the weapons they could, Beslone lowered his machine gun with a lunge, rolled out his pistol, and quickly pulled the trigger on the charging infantry. The three soldiers who rushed the hardest fell with reluctance and consternation, as if they had crashed into an invisible shield in the air.

"Lay down your arms! Spare you a captive dog's life! Beslon took the pistol that had been emptied of ammunition and said viciously to the three spearmen who were still standing firmly in front of him. The spears they had just thrown were gone, and now the spearmen were left with the short knives they carried. "Our large army is at the foot of the mountain, give you one last chance! Lay down your arms and get on your knees! ”

The three spearmen looked at each other for less than a second, then lowered their knives in unison and fell to their knees. As soon as they lifted their eyelids from their kneeling position, they just happened to see the empty magazine slip from the five-four-style grip in Beslon's hand. The new magazine was loaded fluently, and the pistol was returned to its original state with an empty compartment.

"Silly X." Besron said this Chinese he had learned for the first time coldly, and pulled the trigger on the faces of the three terrified people.

On the other side of the battlefield, squad leader Cai was watching the enemy's front row press the rear row of the rout behind the anti-aircraft machine gun on the tripod. Ding Lu is also normal, and there are only two people left in C Road to hold on, and there is no enemy in the report? Road B is tight, but it can hold on. Squad Leader Cai raised his hand and looked at his watch, at most fifteen minutes left, the helicopter was coming.

While Squad Leader Cai was leisurely changing into a magazine box and moving the heavy machine gun forward, Beslong was speeding towards the treehouse on the second line. He instinctively felt that the gunshots were chaotic. A machine gun with a chain of 300 rounds was enough to take on any squad-level unit, even if it was two squads, and Besron was completely sure.

After using his pistol to bring down a magician lying in the bushes and shooting at the treehouse with a fire magic arrow, Besron realized that he had arrived too late. Five of the twelve soldiers guarding the treehouse have now fallen, and many of the treehouses have burned down. Despite Bethlon's efforts to attract the attention of the enemy, a steady stream of soldiers crowded all over the line, and the twelve riflemen could not hold on anyway.

"Sir!" A volunteer soldier who had just dropped a grenade was about to cry when he saw Bethlon, who was covered in gunsmoke and mud, as if he had not seen his relatives in eight lifetimes. "The enemy came up like the sea, and the five brothers were out of breath......"

"Cry what cry!" Beslon laid the bipod flat and pulled the trigger before he could reprimand the recruit. The stormtroopers, who had only a certain chance of being hit, were suddenly stunned by the continuous fire, and the front row was left on the charging line, while the rear row hurriedly retreated.

Only then did Besson realize that the camouflage net of the infantry steel helmet in front of him was still stuck with an impermeable ice arrow. It's really hard for this group of recruits. "Skod, and those brothers who are closer to the martyrs, go and see if there is any usable ammunition on those brothers who have lost their breath! Drag them to safety if you can! "Seven soldiers, plus one of his veterans, without the protection of the bunker, how long can they hold out?

"Fire!" A soldier who was still at the top of the canopy shouted in horror. "The enemy set fire!" Beslone stood in front of the trunk of the tree lying across the ground, and saw that the flames were already rushing up the bushes in front of him. It seems that even if they can't pass the road halfway up the mountain for the time being, they will wipe out the defenders here.

"Withdraw! Carry those brothers on our backs, and we're going to take them home! "The wind is already blowing in here, and it's clear that the enemy's magicians are at work." Leckie! Leckie! Slaich! Hear it, please answer! Besson ordered a retreat as he pulled out his walkie-talkie.

"This is Slaich...... "Silence can be heard near the speaker." Squad leader, everything is normal here. ”

That's great. Besson breathed a sigh of relief. Carrying a machine gun, he and his team were rapidly retreating down the hill. Judging from the frantically spreading tongue of fire, I'm afraid this will have to burn half of the mountain to extinguish it. Fortunately, the enemy did not dare to set fire to the retreat of the defenders in the area of the barbed wire wooden fortress at the bottom of the mountain, otherwise they would have to be in the fire.

The crackling sound came from the fire, the wail of water-rich plants being roasted and dried by the fire. Beslone, who escaped alive, was still clutching the grip of the machine gun covered in sweat, which was really dangerous.

Suddenly, there was a continuous explosion on the other side of the mountain that overwhelmed the crackling of trees. "This is the commander of your third battalion, are all the squads okay?"

"The position of the third shift is not lost! No wounded! ”

"Report to the battalion commander, five people were killed in the fourth squad!" Beslone was a little unhappy, but fortunately reinforcements arrived.

At the foot of the mountain on the other side, Zhibai finally arrived at the scene at the most critical moment. The aft hatch was lowered, and what was mounted on the bolt was not a machine gun at all...... That's a grenade launcher! Every time a self-forging fragmentation grenade smashes into the formation, it will stir up a sea of flesh and blood......

Strange ammunition? That's simply a mortar 60mm shell with the kit removed...... The rotor turbine fuse made it unnecessary to "knock" it at all, and was directly taken out of the box by the infantry on board and thrown under the plane.

Fayes had an ominous premonition from the moment he saw the monster emerge from the top of the mountain. The mighty Wyvern of the past disappeared without a trace after failing to attack the monster twice...... Now no one can help the monster above his head to explode and die, Fayes looked at the blood and flesh flying in the distance of the main formation, suddenly his throat was sweet, and his eyes were dark and he fainted.