Suddenly, there was a slight tingling pain on Chen Xing's scalp, and he immediately retracted behind the stone. In the next second, a dull sound sounded above his head, and small pieces of rubble erupted backwards, marking blood marks on his face.

Sniper!

He was taken aback, but was quickly relieved. With such a large force, how can it not be that there are not a few snipers. However, the situation is a bit tricky, his accurate range is no more than 1,200 meters, but the opponent has 3,000 meters, and the range completely crushes him. And he only has a sniper on Ghost Fox, and she alone is not enough.

"Bang!"

In the middle of his thoughts, the gunshots rang out again, and the head of a nearby team member exploded in response, and the death was extremely tragic. Seeing that the situation was critical, Chen Xing picked up the big black eagle on his back and ran to the rear of the battlefield with his waist bent.

"Cover me!"

Throwing a sentence at Wu Jinjian, Chen Xing rode on the flying dragon, pulled the reins, the flying dragon raised its head and neighed, flapping its meat wings and taking off.

"Hula!"

With the strong wind blowing in his face, the wyvern drew an arc and flew out of the mountain, bypassing the main battlefield and flying towards the sniper's position. The sound of bullets cutting through the air was heard as someone spotted him on the battlefield and shot at him.

"Cover the Captain!" Wu Jinjian shouted, jumped out of cover first, stood on the stone and fired at the enemy below.

"Kill!" The team members rushed out, and the bullets fired wildly at the enemy line.

"Drive!" Chen Xing in the sky shouted loudly and shook the reins vigorously, driving the flying dragon to speed up. The Greenskin Wyvern can reach a speed of up to 200 kilometers per hour at its limit, making it impossible for enemies on the battlefield to hit easily.

In the blink of an eye, the wyvern swept across the sky and circled to the rear of the battlefield. There was a vague figure lying on the low hill five hundred meters away from the artillery position, and it must have been the sniper. Chen Xing pulled the reins, and the wings of the flying dragon stopped flapping, and he lowered his head and dived down.

The sniper on the low mountain bag spotted him, was shocked, dropped his sniper rifle and fled to the artillery position. Chen Xing would give him a chance, pulling the reins with one hand, and taking out the customized version of the Dragon Scale Guard SCAR that Ye Yang Bailiu sent to him with the other, and continuously strafing.

"Dada!"

Patches of smoke and dust splashed on the ground, catching up with the sniper and sweeping it into a hornet's nest. At this time, the fire flickered behind the side. He quickly pulled the reins, sending the wyvern upward.

"Raging ......"

Rockets trailing tail flames flew in an instant, passing in front of them and overhead. There was a strong stabbing pain in his scalp, and he subconsciously turned the muzzle of the gun and shot fiercely downward. A fireball exploded in the air, and a wave of heat rushed in. Flying sparks stuck to their hair, emitting little white smoke.

"Hurry, or we'll all die here!"

In a hurry, Chen Xing yelled, regardless of whether the flying dragon could understand human language or not. Rockets may not be fatal to him, but if the Wyvern is wounded and lands in enemy lines, he will surely die. In the blink of an eye, the wyvern circled around and finally flew back to the mountain. Chen Xing got off the dragon saddle, his heart beating wildly. You can't take any more risks, on the battlefield, if you don't pay attention, you will be left with no bones.

After killing the sniper, Chen Xing returned to the firing point and killed the approaching mechs and the assault soldiers that rushed up.

"Second echelon, up!"

In the command tent of the Hunting Group Alliance, Li Tianjiao yelled into the walkie-talkie. On the holographic tactical map, the first batch of charging troops suffered heavy losses, representing that more than half of the red dots of their own soldiers had been wiped out, and their morale was low, and they had begun to flee.

"Young Master Li, there is a very powerful archer on the mountain, and our people will be killed as soon as they get close!" The herald came in to report.

"How many more snipers do we have?" Li Tianjiao turned his head to the wavy female adjutant and asked.

"Report to the chief, there are still two snipers on our side, and the one brought by the Huang family is dead." The female adjutant, with the document under her armpit, stepped forward and saluted with her chest straight. Due to the violent movement, the button on his chest was almost propped open.

Li Tianjiao frowned slightly, pondered for a few seconds, and said, "Let them be on standby." ”

"Yes, sir." The female adjutant straightened up and saluted again.

"Li Tianjiao, you are a good adjutant, borrow it for two days." A flirtatious voice came from behind him.

The female adjutant's body suddenly stiffened, and her pale face was in stark contrast to the fiery red lips. As far as he could see, he was a young man in his early twenties, dressed in colorful checkered cedars, with dark eyes and dark purple lips, and a knife in his hand, the blade bouncing back and forth at his fingertips. Staring at the female adjutant's eyes, like a wolf that has found its prey, saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth.

"You feel free." Li Tianjiao said without looking back.

The female adjutant looked desperate, and the folder under her arm "clicked" and fell to the ground.

"When I return you, it may not be complete~" The young man who played with the knife said in a weird manner.

"Huang Dashao, with our friendship, do you need to say so much?" Li Tianjiao turned his head and replied with a smile.

"Okay, Li Tianjiao, there are yours!" Huang Dashao happily stepped forward and hugged the female adjutant's waist.

The female adjutant was stiff, her eyes were scattered, like a walking corpse, and she was hugged by Huang Dashao and left.

It wasn't long before heavy gasps erupted from the camp, as if suppressing the unbearable pain, trying not to wail.

On the battlefield, a second wave of enemy troops rushed down the hill and climbed among the rocks and corpses. Chen Xing held the big black eagle, concentrating, one shot at a time. His spiritual power has broken through the second floor of the tower, and he has 45 points, and with the domain talent "Endless Sea", his spiritual power level has reached 90 points.

Each point of mental power level represents the spiritual energy of one unit, and each charged shot consumes two units of spiritual energy, and Chen Xing can perform forty-five charged shots at a time, not counting the part that is replenished by drinking potions while shooting.

Under Chen Xing's guns, the enemy army trembled and rushed very slowly, and the result was that the efficiency was even lower. Seeing that the battle situation was stable here, Chen Xing rode on the flying dragon and went to the second battalion position of the ghost fox.

"How's the battle going?" Chen Xing found the ghost fox and asked about the situation.

"A group of people rushed up, and eleven were lost." The ghost fox replied.

"From now on, don't shoot, hide and only deal with snipers." "Okay." After the two communicated, Chen Xing moved to the front line. Just as an enemy assault soldier rushed up, drew his dagger and stabbed him. He pulled out the silver star and blasted the opponent down with three shots.

The assault soldier fell on the rock, his lumbar vertebrae were directly broken, and he lay on his back in a distorted position, his eyes turned white, and his hands and feet twitched. Chen Xing gave the other party a shot in the forehead, which was considered mercy on the battlefield.

When the third wave of enemy forces was defeated, the sky gradually darkened, and the battle came to an end. Chen Xing ordered trimming and preparing dinner.

And in the camp of the hunting group, the wheezing was still undulating......