The chassis of the big truck is high enough, even if the tires are burst, the Tibetans are no problem at all, the monk is hiding thoroughly, the enemy bullets on both sides can't get in at all, looking at the roaring machine gun in the distance, his face is pale, and he clenched his fists angrily, if it weren't for this machine gun, everyone would have rushed out of the encirclement at this time, and when he heard the sound, the monk looked back and saw that it was a scholar, who was deftly rolling in. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Give me the gun." The monk roared angrily, looking at the machine gun that was still spraying fire, his eyes were about to burst into flames, he took the weapon handed over by the scholar, and immediately aimed at the machine gunner, concentrating, measuring the range, distinguishing the wind direction, and pulling the trigger without hesitation, the bullet slid into the chamber, making a crisp sound, and then roared out, with the monk's anger, drew an afterimage in the void, and fiercely pounced on the machine gunner.

A headshot, Shang Sen's cold murderous aura was even stronger, and he was about to aim at other targets to continue shooting, when he saw the machine gun ring out again, he was furious, and the muzzle of the gun immediately shifted over, locking on to the new machine gunner again, and the machine gunner seemed to have found the people under the car, and shot fiercely under the car.

Because of the angle, the dense bullets could only hit the ground, splashing dust, hitting the big card, sparks splashing everywhere, the angry monk's eyes were cold, he aimed at the machine gunner again, and attacked decisively, another headshot, the machine gun was dumb again, and after waiting for a few seconds, the machine gun did not move, and the monk observed the battlefield.

Everyone relied on the big card to counterattack, the enemy in ambush on both sides was suppressed by heavy machine guns, did not dare to fire rashly, and occasionally showed his head was also shot accurately by others, but the threat was not lifted, the big card could not be opened, there was no big card cover, rushing out was to send to death, the enemy and the enemy actually reached a certain balance, and no one could help anyone.

Luo Zheng, who had already run up the hill, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw this scene, and was about to snipe the enemy to break the balance, when he suddenly felt uneasy, a tingling pain in the back of his head, and a suffocating feeling of depression came to the world, and he couldn't help but be startled, and quickly rolled away, not seeing the danger, Luo Zheng slowly raised his head, and his face suddenly changed greatly.

I saw that 500 meters away, more than 200 people were struggling to attack, all over the mountain, one by one screaming, Luo Zheng's face was cold, and he hurriedly observed through the sniper scope that it was an East Turkestan Islamic movement, and his heart suddenly fell into the ice cave, and he even forgot to breathe, once more than 200 people were thrown into the battlefield, the people who were surrounded would definitely die.

"What should I do?" Luo Zheng shouted in his heart, unwilling, angry, hesitant, all kinds of emotions came to his heart together, his thinking was a little stagnant, so many people, how to fight this battle? Is it really going to be explained here today? A crushing sense of depression swept over me.

"Boom!" There was a loud bang, Luo Zheng was shocked, he woke up, he felt soaked all over, looking at the enemy who was about to rush over, gritted his teeth, a bewitching red appeared in his eyes, the arm holding the sniper rifle was bruised, his face was as cold as ice that could not be dissolved for hundreds of millions of years, he made a decision in his heart, and searched quickly without hesitation.

Capture the thief and capture the king first, Luo Zheng took a deep breath, calmed down all kinds of negative emotions, locked on to the target, concentrating, aiming, shooting, the bullet roared out of the chamber, with Luo Zheng's endless anger and murderous aura soaring to the sky, screaming towards the target, drawing a dead afterimage in the void.

In the sniper scope, Luo Zheng clearly saw a bewitching red splash, the target fell to the ground, a large number of people surrounded him, and a touch of joy appeared in Sen Leng's eyes, Luo Zheng didn't know what the other party's specific identity was, and he didn't need to know, on the battlefield, the sniper's language was bullets, angry bullets, roaring bullets.

The sniper's bullet could not be silent, Luo Zheng locked on to a target again, looked like a small leader, and was about to shoot, when he suddenly found that a yellow man appeared in the camera, Luo Zheng was startled, the head of the gun was slightly raised, and the other party was locked, the target was tall, with short hair, a resolute face, wearing a camouflage short-sleeved T-shirt, and his thick arms were full of bulging muscles, which contained terrifying power.

Suddenly, Luo Zheng found that there was something on the other party's neck, and couldn't help but adjust the focus to take a closer look, it was a wolf head tattoo, and he couldn't help but be surprised, and then he was overjoyed, the muzzle went up, aiming at the opponent's eyebrows, thinking about it, the muzzle went down, aiming at the opponent's heart, for these masters, the success rate of shooting the heart is higher than the eyebrows.

The enemy's eyes were red when he saw each other, Luo Zheng adjusted his breathing, calmly aimed, feeling the speed and regularity of the other party's running, there were only three hundred meters left, this distance did not need to be considered in advance, the wind was not strong, and there was no need to think about it, Luo Zheng entered an ethereal state, there was only a target in his eyes, the surrounding gunshots, explosions, and the screaming enemy did not exist, and all the spirit and spirit were integrated with the gun.

"Whew!" Luo Zheng pulled the trigger, the bullet roared out of the chamber, with all the spirit and strength of Luo Zheng, let out an angry cry, and rushed towards the target, Luo Zheng felt like he was evacuated, lying motionless on the ground, his eyes staring at the target through the sniper scope.

For a long time, the wild wolf mercenary group has been pressing on Luo Zheng's heart like a mountain, strong combat effectiveness, perverted tracking methods, and terrifying sniper skills, which made Luo Zheng jealous, this time he took the initiative to attack, with Luo Zheng's endless expectations, until the sniper was dyed red by a touch of blood mist, Luo Zheng smiled, his strength suddenly increased, his self-confidence soared, and the murderous spirit broke out again.

"The Wolf Mercenary Regiment is nothing more than that, come on." Luo Zheng roared and shouted in his heart, and after killing the target with one shot, the psychological shadow disappeared, and Luo Zheng burst out with an unprecedented fighting spirit, and attacked decisively, shooting two enemies again.

Any excellent sniper will not fire two shots in a row in one place, Luo Zheng did the opposite, seeing the enemy's dense firepower strafing, the enemy changed direction, ran towards him, smiled, pulled his legs and ran, in order to lead away this group of enemies, Luo Zheng did not hesitate to expose his position, the tactics were realized, of course Luo Zheng would not stay here stupidly and wait for death.

Originally, Luo Zheng was not sure to implement this tactic, but after discovering the people of the Wild Wolf Mercenary Group, Luo Zheng knew that as long as he shot successfully, with the perverted revenge psychology of the Wild Wolf Mercenary Group, he would definitely pursue him and encourage the East Islamic Movement elements to follow him as cannon fodder.

Seeing the enemy screaming and pounced, Luo Zheng knew that he had succeeded, and he also knew that the identity of the leader of the hunted East Islamic Movement was not simple, otherwise, it would be impossible for the East Islamic Movement elements to support without dividing their troops and pursuing them all.