The rebel soldier who was hit in the helmet looked at the helmet that exploded, restored the helmet to the position he had just held, and deduced the location of Zhao Zhuoyuan, who shot him, and all of them hid behind the cover and did not move.

The rebel soldiers were very smart, and they deduced the fatal problem of Zhao Zhuoyuan's lack of scopes, and believed that Zhao Zhuoyuan should rely on binoculars to observe the barrels and helmets that they accidentally exposed to locate them.

One of the rebels handed his gun to his teammate next to him, picked up the machine gun of the rebel soldier who had just been shot in the head, and crawled towards the bunker on the other side.

Zhao Zhuoyuan and Wu Ming stared strangely at these rebels in the distance, and couldn't help but feel that the patience of these guys was also very powerful, and they were not in a hurry to fight back for so long, and they didn't know that a black hole muzzle was sticking out from behind the track of an abandoned tank.

The rebel machine gunner hiding behind the tank aimed at Zhao Zhuoyuan, who was faintly visible 100 meters away, and the dazzling sunlight shining on the crosshair made it very difficult to aim, especially the scene distorted by the heat wave, which made it very difficult to hit the target, but the rebel soldier still pulled the trigger, and the bullet with cold light was quickly drawn into the chamber, and the hot bullet rain rushed towards Zhao Zhuoyuan.

Because Zhao Zhuoyuan lost his left eye, he didn't notice the threat on the left side, and he didn't react until the moment the bullet flew past his scalp.

He didn't care where the bullet came from, he rolled directly to the right, the bullet kept piercing the seemingly thick sand, almost several times it flew close to Zhao Zhuoyuan's clothes, and he could even feel the sand and soil brought by the bullet constantly hitting his body.

Zhao Zhuoyuan was scared and rolled over the walkie-talkie and begged for help: "Help me deal with that guy!" I'm suppressed now! ”

Zhang Zhihong, who had not yet been exposed in the midst of this group of rebels, heard Zhao Zhuoyuan's request for help, and quickly recalled the distribution of troops on both sides in his head, the snipers and the attacking people were on the high ground on the west side, and the machine gunners should be on the northwest side! The stress must be shared for them now!

Zhang Zhihong had an idea, and immediately led everyone with guns and ran towards the east side, firing at the air with guns as he ran, sounding as if he had been attacked extremely fiercely.

The rebels hiding behind the bunker were a little blindsided for a while, what the hell is going on!? Just when they looked puzzled, Qin Baozhu stumbled over and ran over.

He flew to the middle of the group of rebels, and the surrounding rebel soldiers looked at Qin Baozhu and were stunned for a while, he gasped for breath, wiped the sweat on his face, and said to these rebel soldiers breathlessly: "Brother! Come on! A crowd of people dressed in their clothes came from the south! ”

It's better not to say anything else, as soon as this group of rebel soldiers heard that it was a militant wearing Salvation Army clothes, they suddenly came to their senses, and immediately rushed forward with their guns on their waists, regardless of whether Zhao Zhuoyuan was still alive here.

When he arrived in the south, Zhang Zhihong, who was hiding behind the bunker, immediately shouted at these rebels: "Brothers! Those guys were in the direction of 1 o'clock! Hurry up and fight! ”

With that, he got up and fired at a bare rock in the clearing, and the rebel soldiers, who didn't care so much, fired at the stones in the distance, not noticing that several unidentified people appeared behind them.

Next to a rebel soldier with only his pants stripped and his head bursting, the people in their clothes boarded the rebel truck and drove into the desert, re-embarking on the unknown road to death.

In CZ City, the capital of the Restoration Army, 1,000 kilometers to the south, the residents on the streets that have not yet fully recovered, as usual, after eating lunch in the central canteen, are ready to go home to rest and recover their strength for the afternoon's work.

In the wartime headquarters of the underground weapons storage depot in the forging yard, all the officials of the important departments of the Restoration Army were present. Liu Qi, who was sitting on the rostrum, listened thoughtfully to the report of his subordinates, and seemed to be a little distracted.

"Report to the Commander! At present, the recovery of industrial production has reached 80% of the capacity before the war, and now 80% of the weapons and ammunition production industry has been transferred to the top mountain shelter! With hn province of Lushan underground shelter! A large amount of old equipment sealed in the Lushan Shelter is being quickly counted and repaired! The value of agricultural output is currently normal, except for the range of 70km near the combat zone! The production department has reported it! ”

"Report to the Commander! The current adjustment of weapon production is as follows! The 12.7mm machine gun has been discontinued M2HB heavy machine gun! Copying the NSV heavy machine gun! At the same time, the W85 heavy machine gun was produced! And the water cooling jacket is designed to be quickly replaced!

The 7.62mm universal machine has eliminated the MG42! The relevant production capacity is being tilted towards a better PKM universal machine gun! At the same time, the production of imitation M1917 water-cooled machine guns has been massively devolved into the hands of the Workers' and Peasants' Guards! At present, all the weapons that have been replaced have been strengthened into the hands of the Workers' and Peasants' Guards! The report of the weapons production department is complete! ”

As soon as the officials of the construction department stood up, the red telephone on Liu Qi's desk rang, and everyone's faces suddenly changed, you must know that the red telephone was set up to symbolize major changes on the front line, and now what it means when it rings, everyone understands! The entire command center fell silent in an instant.

Liu Qi frowned and picked up the telephone that had been emitting a screeching alarm, and after listening to the report quietly, he put down the microphone with a heavy face, looked at all the officials below who were looking at him with worried faces, and looked at each other silently.

Suddenly, Liu Qi sighed helplessly and said, "Actually, it's nothing!" The Salvation Army's main force, the advance force of 100,000 people, has reached the Route 02 defense line on the west side of our bridge front! ”

When the officials below heard this, they all gasped instantly, 100,000 people! Elite troops! This is a real problem! Looking at the panicked crowd below, Liu Qi waved his hand, to be honest, he has become calmer under the current experience.

He said very calmly: "What's the panic! The front line will last at least two days, don't worry! ”

Liu Qi stood up and found a frontline map from the table, hung it on the information board, picked up the pen and circled an area on it, and the officials below instantly widened their eyes, this guy is too bold!