Because we're on board! Because we're ruthless! Because we are not afraid of death! Because we dare to die! Zhao Qiang has heard this slogan more than once, and every time he shouts this slogan with his comrades, Zhao Qiang is always enthusiastic.

Whether it is the intensity of firepower or accuracy, the level of combat has increased by several levels, and the straight-line distance between the terminal and the control tower is only 200 meters, in Zhao Qiang's eyes, such a distance can be passed quickly in less than half a minute, but it has been ten minutes, and the team is still difficult to move an inch.

When leaving the prison, Wei Tao insisted that the squad bring a few bulletproof shields, at first Zhao Qiang and Cai Jiashu were unwilling, saying that to deal with a group of rabble, carrying a shield seems cumbersome, the battle in the terminal seems to have verified the point of view of the two, the "black warrior" has no desire to let the team use the shield at all, in Cai Jiashu's words, it is better to bring a bulletproof shield than to bring a few umbrellas! The opponent's bullets all greeted the ceiling, broken glass and cement fell like rain, and the players were all disgraced.

But when it came time to storm the control tower, Zhao Qiang finally understood Wei Tao's intentions. The control tower has a good view, and it is surrounded by a large open field, no matter which direction it approaches, it is inevitable that it will encounter fire suppression from a high place, if it is a reckless attack, directly use a bazooka cannon or something, bombard him with a few cannons, and everything will be solved, but the rescue operation is different, and the team can only launch a strong attack from the front.

At the beginning, I still held the principle of not wasting it since I brought it, the team put on a defensive formation, and retreated behind the bulletproof shield to advance towards the control tower, but the firepower from the control tower was much more fierce than expected, the bullet hit the shield and banged, and Zhao Qiang, who was holding the shield in front of the team, almost got rid of the shield. In less than half a minute, there were countless cracks on the surface of the bulletproof shield, and the observation window made of bulletproof glass was also blurred.

The radio sounded again, this time with a voice that made Zhao Qiang feel a little familiar, and for a while Zhao Qiang couldn't remember the owner of this voice.

"How's that, cowards, scared? Come on, you have the ability to come here, haha. Strange laughter sounded from every corner of the terminal, unscrupulously into the ears of the team members, the owner of the voice was very good, the team just happened obviously fell into the other party's sight.

"Bastard!" Zhao Qiang slammed the bulletproof shield to the ground, and after a loud bang, the shield that was already overwhelmed suddenly fell apart.

Cai Jiashu was also furious, since the establishment of the team, he had never encountered such a thing, and he actually let the other party call back, he couldn't swallow this breath!

Without the existence of Ergou, the battle of the assault control tower might have been stalemate, and the role of a good sniper was no less than that of an additional elite squad. In order to give full play to the maximum combat effectiveness of the squad, Cai Jiashu changed his tactics, and Ergou was stripped off again and arranged in the terminal as an independent force.

The team set off again, this time, the remaining bulletproof shields were all brought on, and they touched the terminal again according to the defensive formation that had been trained countless times, and the same rain of bullets came again in the midst of the ubiquitous strange laughter. But this time, the format was completely reversed.

The team gritted its teeth, no matter how dense the opponent's firepower was, and pushed forward step by step, the people in the control tower didn't notice at all, there was originally a team of 6 people, but now only 5 people are charging again, and the person they ignored has become the protagonist of this battle.

A person's good marksmanship does not mean that he is an excellent fighter, and an excellent fighter's marksmanship will definitely not be bad. On the control tower, the "Black Warriors" stood majestically by the window, silently chanting "1,2,3, collect the gun, 1,2,3, collect the gun, cut the gun, change the bullet......".

The appearance of 56 punches and 81 bars is very close to the style of games such as CS and CF that are popular on the Internet, AK47, and these "black warriors" are all masters of this, although they have not received military training in the real sense, but they have been in online games for a long time, and they are still a force to be reckoned with.

Addicted to games doesn't see much harm in normal times.,It's nothing more than the so-called Internet addiction syndrome and the like of those brick family beasts.,But when it comes to the battlefield.,Game experience has become something that kills this group of people.。 In the game, there are only two tactical actions, standing or crouching, after seeing the enemy, it is a strafing shot, not dodging at all, anyway, there is a next game in this game, it's a big deal to change the room and start again, the power of AK is 43, the range is 45, the stability is 25, Lao Tzu presses the gun so good, 3 shots will definitely kill you!

But they all ignore one point, the battlefield is not a game, there is never such a thing as "next game" on the battlefield, as long as you are shot, no one can continue to jump alive, even the famous John Rambo, if he is drilled a hole by 56, he will have to peel off the skin if he does not die.

Men like guns, especially after these "black warriors" who have only been addicted to the game get the legendary AK47 they covet (in their hearts, in addition to the guns in CS, they don't have any concept of other types of guns, 56 Chong was originally an imitation of AK, so in the eyes of these gangsters or otaku, 56 Chong is AK, AK is 56 Chong), their excitement is even more indescribable, one by one put 56 style on their waists, with a crumpled white sand smoke in their mouths, With a sinister smile on his face, he pulled the trigger.

Behind the scope, Ergou also had a hideous smile on his face, this group of idiots, do you really think this is a game? Don't they know that the Black Samurai uniform is not body armor at all? Or do they simply not know to be afraid? The crosshair firmly lassoed those hideous but somewhat green faces.

Ergou's fingers gently recovered, pulled the cold trigger, the 5.8mm brass warhead cut through the air, with a circle of ripples, after flying in the air for 0.2 seconds, drilled into the head of a "black warrior", 200 meters away, the bullet was still hot and hot, the black warrior's head burst open instantly, and the red blood and white ** were all over the ground.

Ergou is like a god of death, wielding an 88-style scythe, constantly harvesting the life of the "black warrior", like a roll call, anyone who is named by the god of death, without exception, the soul goes to hell, and when the "black warrior" who is lucky not to die reacts, there are very few "black warriors" who can still stand.

The smell of blood in the control tower was so strong that it couldn't be dissolved, and after several frightened "black warriors" looked back and saw the helllike scene behind them, they couldn't help but throw away their guns, squatted in the corner of the wall and spit out all their bile.