Someone hurriedly lowered the gun, fast enough to pull up a gust of wind, and ran to pick up the fallen bulletproof shield on the ground, trying to put it back up and form a new defense. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

But the bullet that flew out of the gray fog was faster, with a "rustling" sound, as if the bullet itself had a pair of keen eyes. The gray mist would block everyone's view, which was something they were sure of, but the accuracy of the bullet still made them feel hopeless and dead.

Those who lost cover were shot through the head and flew out of the back of their heads, bringing out a large mixture full of fishy smell, which was then smashed on the ground or splashed directly on the bodies of others. They lost the ability to defend themselves, and in this short period of time, all the exposed people were lying on the ground, without even the last struggle.

Instead of rushing forward to pick up the bulletproof shields, the rest hid behind the few shields that remained, and three or four of them huddled together, leaning against the thick, dented board, in an attempt to block the next attack.

As if it had an effect, the re-attack sparked on the bulletproof shield, and there was a "ping-pong" sound. The faces of these people showed a look of salvation, and they could hear the faint sound of breaking through the air from the gray mist.

The shield exploded without incident, scattering scraps of metal in all directions. The people hiding behind all fell down at the same time. Without exception, their bodies were cut in two by sniper bullets that pierced their shields, either from their waists or from their chests. The pain immediately spread to their brains, but more often than not, they looked at their lower body, foaming blood from their mouths, tears flowing irrepressibly, and slowly accepting the infinite fear that they were about to die.

The firing point was routed with an unbelievable rate, and Norental could now only hide his body completely under the recolumn. The sniper rifle was not powerful enough to penetrate a wagon full of cargo in one fell swoop. He was also afraid that in the warehouse, it might be the only thing that could threaten him. You don't need to be hit, as long as you get a little bit, you can take different degrees of damage.

Norlentr told his men to hide quickly, behind the rearranged steel wheels, and stacked their shields as they did before the start. You can't stand still, you are used as a target for the enemy to break down piece by piece. I don't know how the enemy saw them through the gray fog's field of vision, but it might be a bit correct to remove the gray fog factor from their heads now, as if the enemy could spot them and shoot accurately.

The men from several firing points quickly and effectively evacuated towards the nearby recolumn. The enemy's attacks did not stop, and in this short distance, the corpses were also scattered and stacked on the ground.

Norental's side couldn't find the slightest chance to fight back. The gray fog delayed their vision, and the speed of dispersion was already very fast, but the concentration at this time could not allow them to see the specific situation in the gray fog clearly.

The location of the bullets was constantly changing, there was no pattern to speak of, and all their attacks missed.

On the other side, all the people who went to clean the bottom of the carriage did not have time to evacuate. The shield had a limited direction of protection, and bullets were coming at them from all angles, not being able to defend themselves in all directions. The damage of each bullet is a foreshadowing of their subsequent death. While the other people who were hiding were shooting in the direction of the bullets, it probably didn't actually work at all.

The sniper bullet also pierced through the gray fog at this point, striking the people hiding on the edge of the recolumn in a straight line. Some of the defenses that were exposed to aid in the shooting, or hidden, were not very thick, and those hiding behind these bunkers were all pierced by the metal fragments that had been blown apart by the bullets, and they lay still waiting to die.

The gray mist had become a living thing at this moment, and the bullets they had rained into it not long ago were being accurately returned one by one.

More people hurriedly climbed over the bottom of the retrain car and climbed to the side of the unloading platform to hide. The other side is so safe that even the powerful sniper guns can't penetrate the wagons full of cargo.

For a moment, there was only one corpse left on the side of the train. The air was calm again.

Norental leaned into the mirror at the front of the tractor, and his face under the mask stiffened into pieces. He left the front of the tractor, followed by several squad leaders, and the team had already assembled.

Seeing their captain coming, everyone's bodies stiffened in place.

"Bang 、、、" Norlentl had only taken a few steps away, and in front of him to the left, the soldiers who were lying on top of the realignment, observing the situation on the other side, had several bullets that grazed the surface of the heavy list and shattered their heads.

He was not indicated, and he was indeed surprised that the enemy was not affected by the gray fog. And looking at the remaining people in front of him, he also understood that during the time when the gray fog was filled. Not only was he preparing, but all the personnel who were sent to the rear were all cleared by the enemy's small squads.

"Assault!" Norental looked at his watch, there was no time left for him to wait any longer. The recolumn had to set off on time, and it was also tolerable that the enemy was not completely annihilated at that time.

He picked up his shield himself, drew his own gruff pistol, and withdrew from the magazine. Glancing at the bullet with a pale blue ring, he flicked his fingers and put the magazine back in place.

It's still the shields that come together. However, there were only a limited number of people who could be protected, and Norrentel divided the team into two teams, some of whom relied on their shields to walk on the roof of the heavy train, which had an advantage in height and made it easier to attack. And the other people who did not have a shield walked under the car, where the rows of heavy steel wheels could be used as temporary cover.

The order was quickly given, and Norentel and several elite squad leaders behind him, each carrying a shield on their backs, cautiously approached the other side of the train from under the car.

"The gray fog is about to lift. Norental thought as he fell the rails through the gap in the unloading platform, leaning gently towards the row of steel wheels in front of him. Looking through the gap between them, he saw that there were already a dozen or so waiting enemies standing there.

Dozens of people were holding shields that they had fallen to the ground, forming a fan-shaped defensive formation at the moment, waiting for them to come from the other side of the reformation.