After a few hundred meters of assault, Simon's side lost seven or eight armed refugees, and the fallen guns were immediately picked up by the follow-up people, and under the impetus of stimulants and war overseers, they ran faster and faster. But the K82 defenders were shot in the center of their eyebrows and killed more than a dozen of them!

Realizing that his men were being sniped one after another, the leader of K82 immediately made a decision, abandoned the outer defense line, and retreated into the house, where the gunfire suddenly stopped. Simon frowned slightly, the life detector of the sniper scope at too long distance could not detect the enemy target, he had the intention to order the forward assault team to suspend the attack, but the portable intercom was an absolute controlled product, and Simon could not provide it to the mercenaries who worked for money. So Simon crouched forward cautiously with a sniper rifle between his arms, and in his eyes, victory or defeat was already predestined from the beginning, and it did no harm to him that there were more dead.

Jonathan rushed into the first group of commandos, the armed displaced people passed the humble gate of the gathering place safely, and there were no casualties, the displaced people howled wildly, taking it for granted that they had won, and the K82 mob hiding in the shack instantly burst out into crossfire, coming and going quickly, and all six members of the first group of commandos fell in a pool of blood, and occasionally those who did not die were killed, allowing the screams to resound in the sky.

Seeing the tragic death of his companions, the enthusiastic heads of the homeless people couldn't help but calm down, cringing and crouching on the edge of the ditch, Marco held the assault rifle, grabbed the grenades and bundled them into strings, and shouted: "You, rush over with this thing!" Don't go! Eat Lao Tzu gun! Go, Lao Tzu will pay you double the price! The homeless man took out the black bread in his arms, took a bite of it, took the kettle and poured cold water on his face, and shouted, "I'm full!" "Carrying a grenade bundle with a timed fuse, it rushed straight to the gathering place.

"Ping Pong" two shots, the homeless man was shot in the head, and the inertia of running forward made the grenade beam fly out of his hand, even though it was inferior explosives, but the shack made of wooden box boards and scrap iron nails was still uprooted by the shock wave, and a few mobs rushed out, Simon, who was 750 meters away, leaned on his chin and held a gun in his hand It didn't matter whether he had a gun in his hand or not, because people would die, and there would be no fewer guns. It doesn't matter if it's male or female, if you have a hand, you can shoot it, and it will stop Simon's progress in completing the mission.

Simon is constantly pulling the trigger and locking on to the next target. Is it a girl? There is a skinny skinny girl in the sniper scope who falls into the mud, the girl curls up and cries in grief with her ankles, but for a long time, no one will lend a hand, maybe her parents and siblings have fallen under Simon's guns, maybe they are watching from close quarters, the people in K82 know very well that when they step out of cover, enemy snipers will not hesitate to fire, they are familiar with the rules of the wasteland, and so is Simon.

Suddenly, there was a burst of gunfire, and more than a dozen shacks in K82 opened fire almost simultaneously, but no one appeared at the fence gate, they were purely strafing and suppressing, wasting expensive bullets. In the sniper scope, Simon saw a man with his bare hands rushing out of the shack in the rain of bullets, bending down and running in the direction of the girl.

Simon closed his eyes, the sniper instinct was imprinted in his veins, and the moment he saw the man, Simon measured the amount of advance, and it was enough for him to press the trigger. Wilderness winds and sands often come without warning, and a miniature sandstorm blows by, passing in the blink of an eye. The attacking mercenaries seized the opportunity and began to suppress the reverse fire, and the six assault rifles instantly squeezed out a considerable amount of firepower, and under the cover, another commando with a bundle of grenades brazenly jumped towards the defensive line.

There was chaos in the sniper scope, and when Simon opened his eyes, there were two corpses floating in the quagmire, one large and one small. Simon let out a long breath of hot air, burying his face heavily in the black earth, and then Simon, who was dark, pulled the trigger continuously until the magazine ran out.

As soon as the fire was fired, the battle heated up, and the K82 mob knew the fate of the settlement after it fell. Human heads, now there will be no drones or satellites to remotely verify the results of the battle, human heads are the most direct mission guarantee, not so long ago a few centuries ago, Mongolia was keen to measure the height of the captives in front of the wheels. Now that technology has advanced, a spear is erected, and the short lives and dies.

The war, there is no advance or retreat, when it comes to this, the armed homeless people have lost a small half, and even the grenade bundles are thrown on the ground, no matter how the mercenaries kick their buttocks, the top of the gun will not move half an inch, and the death squad and cannon fodder are very different after all. The K82 mob was intimidated by the sniper suppression, but the intermittent counterattack fire still gradually knocked the morale of the displaced people to the bottom, and the situation fell into the headwind battle that Simon expected, sighing in his heart, he was used to fighting side by side with the elite, what if the Rangers encountered such a situation? With the tacit understanding of life and death comrades, even if you don't enjoy the disadvantage of rear support, you will still win!

Marco moved away a corpse that had been shot in the face and had a ripe watermelon, touched Jonathan's side with his hands and feet, slapped the mud on the rifle, and said, "Are you going to snipe one by one?" I still have two magazines left, giant, you lead the team to rush hard, and fight in the alley, so that we have an advantage! ”

Jonathan, who was covered in a tin can, looked around at himself who was completely suppressed in the trench outside the fence gate through the gap in his armor, and slid the pump with a click, throwing out the No. 12 shotgun cartridge, and said angrily: "Follow the plan!" Give the one-eyed sissy a little diving lubrication! You like to die, I'll give you a ride, now, go back and see the tight man! ”

Simon crawled five hundred meters away from the settlement, in this range, most of the shooters could not control the accuracy, red rays appeared in the white light field of the sniper scope, the life detector detected the mob hiding in the shack, "ding~" The enemy fell in response, and after several times, the mob panicked and withdrew from the locked shack, and all they saw was the dead and hot brown black wilderness. The gunmen staring at the clearing happily knocked down the running rabbits.

"Boom!" The K82 settlement suddenly thundered behind the ground, and trinitromethyl/benzene swept through the shoddy slums, and the surprise detachment that had infiltrated the lake in advance finally stepped on the ground, and was equipped with submachine guns wrapped in oiled paper, as dense as the gunfire of fried beans and wheat cutting at the same time, the front and back of the shock roared. "Roar!" Jonathan roared as he was the first to jump out of the trench, knowing that none of the mercenaries who knew the planes were coming needed to drive the outcasts away, the group of outcasts who sniffed the wind more quickly than dogs rekindled their bloodthirsty thirst and screamed to kill the helpless K82 mob.

Professional snipers always keep an eye on the defensive line, which is a heavy weight added to the balance of the attacker, and Ramirez's sneak attack from the lake crushed the last psychological bottom line of the mob, they have no way to tell how many sneak attackers are coming, and they did not expect that someone is so brave as to jump into the lake with high radiation concentration, when they see the giant in steel armor tearing apart the body of their companion, the first person put down his weapon, and the first person trembling and waving the white flag.

The winner is decided.