When the transfer was organized in the village and the soldiers carried explosives and grenades, Captain Hu made another order.

"The squads form a battle formation, aim and shoot."

I saw that the remaining dozens of people aimed their guns at the white bones in the pit of the tomb, and after the order, the gunfire was loud, like firecrackers, and bullets poured out.

I saw that in the dense army of white bones, white powder was constantly stirred, which was the bone powder formed by the explosion of the white bones when the bullets were hit, and the white bones fell, but even if those white bone warriors only had half of their bodies left, they were still lying on the ground holding weapons and frantically attacking the entire array, and only a small part of them really fell and no longer got up.

Mao Zheng was sweating while blessing the formation. At this time, there was a protracted war, and he was constantly consuming mana to repair the weak points that were washed one by one. But where did he have so much mana to consume, and at this time, the troops entering the battle were only limited to give himself a chance to breathe.

took out a piece of ground milk and held it in his mouth, Mao Zheng's mana was replenished, and it continued to rise, but the white bones below were facing the strangulation of the troops' assault rifles, organizing a greater impact.

Originally, the armed police soldiers were not well prepared this time, who knew that this was a vicious battle, but only prepared a magazine, and soon 30 rounds of ammunition would be exhausted, and the ammunition would be exhausted.

"Soldiers, pick up the butts of your guns and prepare for the final battle." Seeing that there was no ammunition, Captain Hu ordered. I saw that the soldiers all picked up their guns one after another, and their eyes were fixed on the white bones of the light mask, as if they were waiting for the white bone army that was about to rush into the big array.

And the murderous aura of the killing array was constantly rolling up, and some of the bones that had been broken up were swept into the air, and the bone powder was flying all over the sky. This is a terrifying picture, a picture of the battle between good and evil, dozens of men, and the courage of the warriors to make a desperate kill.

At this time, I saw that the soldiers sent back each carried a box of ammunition. And the kind of desperate posture made by these soldiers was also seen from a distance by the officers and soldiers who came.

At this critical moment, it was a time of racing against time, and the soldiers screamed and sprinted with their last efforts to carry the ammunition, trying to get it to their comrades as soon as possible.

Mao Zheng's forehead was full of sweat, and even some sweat droplets flowed down his cheeks, and Mao Zheng felt warm in his heart when he saw those rushing soldiers. Because this is the dawn of victory.

One person is not strong, the strength of the entire collective power is really strong, even if his mana is boundless, where can he withstand constant consumption?

Even if it can replenish the consumption of mana, where can this physical and mental consumption be replenished?

However, with the combat and assistance of the troops, then I can have a better rest and get physical replenishment.

The officers and men of the unit rushed to the front, and they desperately opened their ammunition boxes before they had time to rest, only to see the bullets wrapped in oilpaper neatly exposed in front of all the soldiers, as well as the grenades one by one.

"The first shift pressed bombs, the fourth shift threw grenades in seven shifts, and the second shift prepared and arranged explosives. The rest of the squad platoon pressed the bomb and prepared it for firing. When Captain Hu saw the arrival of sufficient ammunition, he was so excited that he kept issuing orders.

I saw that the soldiers were in a squad and platoon, gathered in front of the ammunition box to fill the magazine, and then turned around and stood a little far away from the grave pit and began to shoot. And the first squad constantly pressed the bullets in the back, filling the magazines one by one for the continuous fire output of the troops.

The fourth and seventh squads moved the grenade boxes about 30 meters away from the grave, which was the best distance for bombing, and the two people set up a grenade box in a position.

"Mao Zheng. Retreat quickly. Captain Hu shouted at Mao Zheng, because now that Mao Zheng was closest to the grave, the explosion range of the grenade was bound to envelop Mao Zheng.

The firepower of the troops is now continuously output, and Mao Zheng's pressure is also a lot less, looking at the bone meal and bone residue flying all over the sky. Mao Zheng also stopped casting spells to maintain the magic array, and when he was scouted by grenades, this formation would definitely collapse. He simply ran in the direction of the troops.

Seeing that Mao was leaving the vicinity of the grave, Team Hu ordered: "Throw grenades." ”

After the order was given, I saw the two squads of soldiers turning the prepared grenades in their hands and going straight to the grave like hail.

Boom, boom——......。 One by one, the loud sound of grenade explosions reached the sky.

Professor Ouyang was transferring the crowd and cultural relics here, and when he saw flashes and loud noises coming out of the sky over there, his face was pale, just now he had learned that the white bones below had been resurrected, and now the troops and Mao were intercepting over there. His mood is now mixed, and it is indescribably uncomfortable.

Qin Shuyuan can only follow the rear now, she is still shallow, and in front of the white bone army, she has no strength to fight at all. So she prayed silently, praying for the victory over the evil forces ahead.

With the transfer of this side, there is less pressure on the front line, and when I know that I am back, I don't know how many grenades have been thrown on this side.

Captain Hu's command was very appropriate, after a wave of grenades, after a batch of white bones fell in front, the white bones in the back just appeared, and the bones were shattered by the bullets fired by the automatic rifle, and those skeletons were suppressed to the death, and it was difficult to climb up the grave, and when there were many times inside, another wave of grenades would harvest these evil skeletons.

At this time, the grave pit was slowly expanding, and nearly twenty grenades at a time took away hundreds of skeletons at a time, turning them into powder and dust.

Mao Zheng's big array has already collapsed, and now he is sitting in the back to recover his physical strength and spirit.

When the instructor came back and learned that the rear had been transferred, the Hu team breathed a sigh of relief, as long as the people were safe, then the pressure on his side would really be much less.

The second shift hastily made ten explosive packets, each about 10 kilograms, and waited for the right opportunity to bury them in the ground and plug in the electric detonator.

"Mao Zheng, can you recreate the light mask you just had? Gain time for our fighters to lay out explosives. Captain Hu asked Mao Zheng, who was sitting cross-legged.

As soon as Mao Zheng heard this, he stood up. Now his physical strength and spirit are much better, so he said, "I'm going to build a formation." ”

So saying, he went to the grave.

Two squads dropped the bomb, switched to rifles and began to shoot.

Mao Zheng was on the edge of a pit, pinching the tricks into a formation pattern and falling one by one, and after a while, the sky-high light shield rose from the ground, and under the glow, the wind in the gust was everywhere, and for a while the skeletons were lifted away, and the bone powder flew like another heavy snowfall. The bone meal was made from the skeleton of the grenade and piled up underneath.

At this time, Mao Zheng was constantly compressing the real formation, compressing the center little by little and hitting these skeletons in the tomb, and at this time the limit was reached. Mao Zheng was sweating, now it was time to buy time for the fighters, and he had to fight.