"Whew~" Simon has been standing in the back position, and the first person to rush out when he heard the charge has basically become a martyr, especially his generation has seen too many war special effects films produced by various industrial light and magic, and knows that anyone other than the protagonist will die violently after a bullet, even if it is a much-criticized 9MM parabellum round-headed pistol bullet, the pain caused is far from being endured by ordinary people, no one likes to eat a brass empty tip bullet that hits the person and has a high probability of death, not to mention that it is a wasteland war now, Rare penicillin, sulfonamides, and fast-acting tourniquets are all life-saving medical treatments that can only be rationed at the officer level. Once it hits the skin outside the limbs, especially the abdomen, chest, thighs, which are fatal places that cause infection and massive blood loss, the Geiger meter often climbs to a four-digit radiation environment, and if you are shot, you can really only resign yourself to fate.

Can you be like Ramirez in the blood for twenty years, only to lose an eye? Not to mention the present, before the war, people also have to tell the heavens and say a word of good luck and good luck.

Throwing off a neck of blood from the debris of the wall bricks that were splashed out, Simon removed the side of the bitch gun, and only gradually tightened the magazine from the outside to the inside with a layer of iron sheet to imprison the bullet, sometimes even he, a strictly trained ranger, could not tell whether it was a magazine or a magazine or a bridge clip, at least this kind of weapon was shoddy and had an advantage, not to pick a mouth, and the barrel of the gun could be changed to any caliber of bullet application, not to mention the life of the firearm, If this gun with extremely obvious spot weld marks can shoot twenty rounds in a row without burning it to the point of being too hot to hold, the user will be thankful.

"We've got to find a way to get out." Ramirez leaned over and whispered, watching Simon remove the bullets one by one and put them back into the magazine, and said, "What are you doing?" ”

"Pretend to revere the god of blood." Simon replied, plugging in the magazine, fortunately the bitch gun was set up with insurance, although it was very unreliable, I heard that this thing killed his own people every year had killed the enemy in the race, Simon naturally remembered that time when he retreated from Königsberg to the Mirren Isles to recuperate, and walked by the hospital during his recovery, there was a war museum in town, and a certain guy in a red helmet boasted about taking a machine gun for three minutes for an Imperial infantry company, so Simon pointed to a section of water pipe that looked like a bitch gun in the display case, and sneered: " So you still haven't been able to take that distant bridge, have you? ”

Later the two of them fought, and the British won.

Simon pulled back the safety plate, kept the muzzle of the gun on the ground, and said, "So we're going to talk about how to get out now." ”

Simon looked around at a corridor that led to the black, about three meters high and four meters wide, except for the cabin without a serial number, which was exactly the same as the Fort Kent Vault, when Simon relied on a dagger and a pair of fists to carry it in the dark for two or three months, and was accompanied by giant rats and giant spiders all day long. Even the vents are very few, and the occasional few are not adult men at all to get into, and the corridor is locked by the gate in a straight line, and it seems that there are not a few armor-piercing bullets that ignore people at all.

"It's hard to say, shouldn't you shoot yourself in the palm and find an excuse to slip back?" Simon suggested. Ramirez smiled bitterly, and secretly pointed to a few black flag heralds not far away, and the NSV sentry next to them

The machine gun looked much cooler than the M2, and said, "That's the Knight's personal guard, they're people, we're not." ”

The big cap limped and dragged his ankles, and only after being helped did he walk to the Black Flag Herald, and offered two cigarettes almost flatteringly, of course, the Black Flag Soldier was indifferent, and the big cap circled around the wounded subordinates, and said, "My lord...... There are only so many people left, you can see, the fire of those groups of suction and lifting goods is too fierce, they can't rush forward with this alone, at least evacuate the wounded......"

The Black Flag Soldier glanced at the ankles of the big cap, he couldn't stand steadily, he snorted in his nostrils, and got out of the way, which was a sign of attitude, and the big cap hurriedly beckoned the crusaders to go back.

"You, stay!" It was the turn of a wounded soldier with four fingers on the palm of his hand, and the Black Flag herald immediately stopped him. The wounded soldier's mouth, nose and eyes were mottled with blood, obviously he didn't hear what the black flag soldier said clearly, he walked forward with his head bored, the black flag soldier didn't talk nonsense, raised his hand is a shot, and Marco behind him obediently withdrew from the team.

"Someone who can walk, who can shoot! Leave them all! The Black Flag sergeant shouted, and the crusaders who had been lightly wounded retreated, their reputation dwarfing. You! Drag it away! The Black Flag sergeant ordered the big cap, and the corpse dragged out a long bloody path.

After such a challenge, less than ten people were able to leave, but Simon did not have a trace of envy, what the corridor gate closed is probably self-evident, Simon shook a glance to Ramirez and Marco, the two of them understood, searching for guns and ammunition.

Four people, three M5s, and one NSV, Simon silently calculated, compared to doing human flesh data, Simon is more willing to gamble and let go of the Black Flag soldiers, the Black Flag soldiers are facing forward, not to talk about raids, but there is no need to consider that the gunfire will alarm the follow-up Black Flag Sentry, the most important thing is to open a round of AATS, two shots of the python, Ramirez and Marco one shot, and the crusader infantry behind is eager to fish in troubled waters.

As if aware of the threat of the strong and strong friendly troops in front of them, the two black flag soldiers suddenly picked up their M5 rifles, the other knelt and held the machine gun, and the last person actually dragged the machine gunner alive and moved back fifteen meters, freeing up a cordon. "Suddenly!" The Black Flag soldier accurately hit Simon's feet who was about to move forward, and said coldly: "Those who cross this line!" Die! ”

Simon spread his hands, smiled and stepped back, at such a distance, the python's accuracy could not be 100% hit, not to mention the bitch gun, which has never been linked to accuracy.

"Take a break." Simon leaned against the wall, and glanced at the small corridor a few meters away from the corner of his eyes, the Self-Defense Forces were less than a hundred meters away from them, and it only took a surprise attack to annihilate them, but the problems suffered by the Self-Defense Forces were exactly the same as those of the Crusaders, whoever dared to charge rashly was sent to death, and no matter how good the shield and body armor were, they could not stand the NSV machine gun produced and applied by the Allies.

"Hope for the next group of reinforcements Luck is a little better, the hope of getting out of the Vault is too slim at this point." Simon said, the three of them were all bitter, behind them was a merciless black flag sentry machine gun point, as many corners as there were sentry posts, and in front of them were the self-defense forces with family feuds and stubborn hatreds, and neither side was a choice.

Simon glanced at his watch, and he

At three o'clock they stepped into the shelter platform, and it was only five o'clock, and Simon felt out the half of the bacon that had been left over from the noon meal, and had a dinner with half a pot of pure water taken from ice and snow, purified and boiled three times before it was uniformly distributed.

"It's 11 o'clock." Simon reminded softly, he took back the reflector stained with inferior chewing gum, and the thermobaric bomb destroyed the dark light in the aisle ahead, all relying on the road flares fired by the Black Flag soldiers from time to time with the universal grenade launcher under the hanging universal gun to guide the way, while beware of the possible night counter-assault of the Self-Defense Army, and on the other hand, to pay attention to whether the Black Flag soldiers were in a bad mood, and also because of the courage of these Crusaders, they slept soundly.

"I guess we can take turns sleeping, I'm sleepy." Marco opened his foul mouth and yawned bigly, and was just about to fall asleep, Simon's ears moved, and he immediately shook his awake: "Someone is coming behind, and the steps are very light......"

Simon immediately urged the shimmering vision with all his might, and sure enough, at the end of the aisle, a group of soldiers covered in camouflage nets silently appeared. Simon a spirited, optical camouflage net? But he immediately denied that if it was really the optical camouflage net he used in the Emar Fortress, it could not be detected by human vision alone, and it must be identified with a hyperspectral eyepiece, and the Crusader headquarters was set up in the Harrisburg Army Shelter, and it was not surprising that there was an optical camouflage net, but until 2055, the optical mesh was still in small-scale trial production, and if it weren't for Simon's gold sniper medal, the single-digit camouflage net assigned to the entire Ranger Regiment would not have been given to him.

Simon brushed the rough arm of the crusader who was sleeping very well nearby, hid in the crowd and opened an eye slit to observe the team of exactly twelve people, a pair of anti-stray bullet close-up face armor under the camouflage net, wearing a pair of night vision probes, the leader hid in the shadows, did not talk nonsense, and all communicated with the black flag soldiers on duty. Simon could see that the camouflage net they were draping seemed to be made up of large scales and leaves.

The long-lasting flares went out, and the soldiers crossed the sleeping crusaders to the corner of the barricade where the SDF was defending, where the FLS torches illuminated the shadows and threw flares that split the open space into pieces of varying sizes.

The SDF was also exhausted by the days of fierce fighting, and they lacked rotational personnel, so they had to rest in batches, and no one noticed the barrel of a gun sticking out of the corner of the wall.

The captain looked at the small surveillance screen on the side of the gun magazine, constantly gestured with his left hand, quickly figured out the defensive posture of the barricade, withdrew the special corner gun, and suddenly clenched his fist with one hand and fingered at the same time, which was a blink of an eye, while the flare was extinguished, the two soldiers supported their companions' feet, struggled to send, and the big bird flew and fell silently into the opposite corner.

The special operations soldier who fell into the gate and was locked in the middle of the gate immediately attached a pinhole camera to the base of the wall, and then slowly moved towards the gate without stopping, took out the parts from the marching bag in turn, and quickly assembled a hand-held chisel. The captain of the Russian queen sent two more special combat soldiers to assist in trying to open the floodgates.

"What sound?" One of the Self-Defense Forces behind the barricade instinctively felt a chill, and happened to open his eyes wide to see a black hole pointed at his brow.

"Come ......" came to the com, and the muzzle of the gun flashed, and the self-defense soldier suddenly returned to darkness.

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