The team of 3,000 people was completely scrapped by the explosion of countless old mines. In the dunes near Barrow, countless moaning bodies screamed in pain in pools of blood.

The special forces who dressed up as the local defenders did not evacuate, in order to do more tricks, in order to completely provoke all the terrorists, and finally led them into the encirclement, they kept their old weapons, ready to give these terrorists a head-on blow.

With a click, Xiao Li pulled the rusty bolt in his hand, and the smell of time immediately came from inside. He sniffed, chuckled and shook his head.

"I said, Brother Wang, this gun is estimated to be older than my grandfather. I really admired the local defenders, and this weapon is still usable. Xiao Li chuckled and filled it with a bullet.

The special forces soldier called Brother Wang is a lieutenant, who was a soldier a few years earlier than Xiao Li, and he has more knowledge. He was holding a weapon in his hand that was exactly the same as Xiao Li's hand, and at this time he also filled it with a bullet.

"Don't underestimate the antique guns in our hands, this is made in Hanyang, our country. When I was fighting devils back then, I made great contributions. ”

"Made in Hanyang?" Xiao Li carefully looked at the gun in his hand again, and said with a wry smile: "This has to be as big as my grandfather, and it is also our honor to be able to fight with such an old old-timer." ”

Brother Wang snorted lightly, aimed at the terrorists who were starting to attack in front of him, and said: "Don't underestimate this shot, the old man in the Islamic world can still use this shot to shoot down the helicopter." It's not about whether the gun is good or bad, it's about who uses it. It is a terrorist who uses less than a tenth of its power. But this is a weapon made by our country, and it is still used in our hands, and it will definitely bless us to kill a few more terrorists. ”

"Stop talking, be quiet and get ready to shoot." A grim face not far away looked here, then turned his head and whispered to the special forces around him.

The terrorists were storming very quickly, and they knew that the force of 3,000 men had opened a safe passage for them. They don't care if their companions die here, they just care about who can storm the town first and kill everyone to get the most loot.

"Rush!" The captain named Sincha rushed to the front, his eyes shining with greed. He is an old terrorist, active on various battlefields, and it can be said that he has fought all his life.

He had been very cautious before, just afraid that there would be some ambush outside the town. Things turned out exactly as he had guessed, and when the daredevil young captain was here with his team all scrapped, he had no more worries.

Now there is a flat river in front of him, and the town of Barrow is unfolding in front of his eyes. It was full of money and supplies, as well as lovely girls. As for the defenders, he didn't pay attention to them at all.

Who is the old man who has fought all his life? It was the Lord of Blood, and he was already planning how to kill the defenders.

"Brothers, rush!" Thor was also active, and his troops were only after Sincha's. As for the middle-aged man, his troops scattered in a line, forming an encirclement formation towards Barrow Town.

"Brothers, give me a hard beating!" Just as the terrorists rushed to a distance of less than three hundred meters from the town and came within effective range, the special forces captain gave the order to shoot.

Bang bang bang! Bullets came out of the improvised fortifications, and the smoke of gunpowder suddenly filled these improvised fortifications. Suddenly, a row of soldiers running in front of the terrorists fell like harvested wheat.

It's just that the guns held by the special forces are too old, and many of them don't even have rifling, and they are already thankful that they haven't exploded, not to mention that they will definitely hit the target.

Almost a third of the bullets missed, and even if they hit the target, they were not fatal. Most of the fallen terrorists were only wounded, and only 1 in 10 were actually killed.

When the terrorists saw the defenders' firepower, they burst out laughing. Most of them had effective assault rifles like AK47s, and at the moment they were strafing at the improvised fortifications, and immediately knocked down the heads of the special forces pretending to be defenders.

"Damn, an old gun is an old gun, I was aiming at that guy's head, but I hit the unlucky guy next door to him in the leg." Xiao Li looked at the gun in his hand complainingly, but he still reluctantly got a bullet.

"Don't complain, it's all antique-level guns, thank God for being able to shoot them." As soon as Brother Wang loaded the bullet, he immediately got up and aimed.

With a flick of the trigger, the bullet slammed out. This time it accurately hit a terrorist in the head, and immediately blood splattered, and the man's body was shocked back alive.

"Everyone, pay attention, do another round of shooting, and immediately withdraw into the town." The commander of the special forces gave the final order. Immediately, all the special forces reloaded their bullets and fired at the terrorists in unison.

The smoke of gunfire filled again, and another row of terrorists fell. Only this time, the special forces are basically familiar with the weapons in their hands, and the hit rate is also higher. Terrorists have been defeated and more people have died.

"Retreat immediately." Without any hesitation, the special forces commander commanded the troops to withdraw to the town. There were only three hundred of them, and they were mainly tasked with the task of attracting the enemy. Now, it seems that their mission has been very successful.

The smoke above the simple fortifications was filled, and for a while it seemed to be in the fairy mist, which made people unreal. The terrorists shouted in unison, apparently all of them seeing the defenders retreating into the town.

"Rush me, these damn bastards can't stop us." Sincha's eyes flashed with anger and greed, and he raised his gun and shot behind the retreating special forces.

The terrorists had the same idea, after all, no one believed that the old guns of the defenders could stop them. They're heavy firepower, and they're battle-hardened men.

Almost at the same time, thousands of terrorists squatted on the ground. The automatic rifle swept in the direction of the special forces' retreat as if it didn't spare any bullets, and in their minds, such a way would inevitably make the opponent's mind flutter.

"Rush!" After firing a shuttle of bullets, Sincha roared and rushed forward again, the greedy gaze in his eyes heavier.

Countless terrorists poured into the town like a tidal wave, as if the town had been broken open by them, and rushed towards the gap without their lives.

The major general standing on the military vehicle still couldn't see his expression clearly, he looked at the town in front of him with a slight hesitation, but still waved his hand, letting the convoy follow the attacking team towards the city. In his mind, there would be no danger in the town ahead.

For a while, the town of Barrow seemed to have become some kind of terrible container, and six or seven thousand terrorists poured into the town from the gap one by one, but they didn't see it, behind them, a group of people hidden under the yellow sand, were beginning to move quietly, blocking the gap they had just opened with countless lives.

"What a fool, do they think it's a holiday? All rushed in, and no one was left! Tank looked at the terrorists in the distance with mockery, these people really seemed to be celebrating a holiday, and even danced with their hands.

"They are carried away by the victory, and in the face of interests, their thinking has become negative. However, they will soon have to pay the price for this intelligence. Yaksha said coldly.

Figures surged through the sand, these hidden soldiers had been hiding here since before the terrorists attacked, numbering about two hundred. At this moment they formed an ironclad protective wall, and the large-caliber machine guns were directly erected on the main traffic artery, and if any blind terrorist thought that he could withdraw from here the same way, he was very wrong.

Not only here, but the moment the terrorists entered Barrowtown, the whole town was surrounded by soldiers in the same clothes. These are excellent scouts selected from various units, and they are responsible for sweeping the tail.

And the real task of dealing with these hateful terrorists is to be handed over to the special forces in the city. Some of them are the elite of the Thunder Secret Service, and some are special elites selected from major military regions. This time, their mission is to wipe out all the terrorists.

Father Sincha rushed into the town with a large group of men, and according to old custom, he led his men with great experience to the camp of the defenders. Only when the troubles that get in the way are completely solved can we open up to grab them.

To his surprise, however, the defenders' camp was empty, and there was nothing. Even the usual equipment for training has been dismantled, and the barracks look bare.

Not only that, but a moment later, Sol also came with the news that the south side of the town was empty, and there was no one in sight. The middle-aged man also sent back the same news, which couldn't help but make everyone look at each other.

"Impossible, I just sent someone to observe it half a day ago, and there are people everywhere here, and there are plenty of supplies. How could it be ........." Sincha looked around a little strangely.

The town seemed to have turned into a ghost town in just half a day, and all the people had disappeared, except for them, who rushed in in a mess, standing in the streets.

"No, there must be something weird in this! We can't stay here, we have to get out of town right now. At this moment, the major general, who had not spoken all this time, finally spoke.

His usual calm expression was gone, and there was even a hint of anxiety in his words.

Da-da-da, da-da-da! At this moment, gunfire suddenly erupted from all sides, and the terrorists in the outer rows fell down in unison as if they had been harvested their lives, without even having a chance to resist.

In a corner, Sun Zheng's sight locked on a person's head.