The 10-member troop wearing a suit is a disciple of Gu Wu. He is also a student of Wu Xun. They were ordered to come to Tenglong Mountain to find the cause of Wu Xun's death, and they were accompanied by 60 infantrymen.

The black rain washed over the sturdy bodies of the ancient martial disciples, and they had no rain gear to cover them, so they looked as if they had been fished from a deep pool - the over-grief had made them forget about their affairs, and the only thing they had to do now was to find the killer.

"Big brother. It's late at night, so why not take shelter from the rain in the villa area. A sharp-eyed disciple asked the tall man at the head.

"It's 3 o'clock in the morning, it's the time when the enemy's defense is the weakest, we must seize the opportunity to find them, it must not be easy to kill the person who can kill Master, so we must be cautious in our actions." The elder brother spoke without any affection, and it sounded like a machine.

"Hurry up the march." The sharp-eyed man was silent for a moment, then waved his hand, signaling the troops to move more compactly.

Suddenly, there was a faint buzz of equipment in the rain curtain, the sound was not loud, and it was difficult for ordinary people to detect, but the ten disciples led by him had a keen sense, and they all pulled out their weapons on their waists to guard - their equipment was all short swords and A30 diffusion shotguns.

The prosthetic eye skimmed over the heads of the crowd at high speed and disappeared into the rain.

A soldier looked blankly at his companion and said, "********? He was very strange that there would be a toy in the mountains and forests, which made people unable to figure out the reason and reason.

The elder brother realized something, and motioned for everyone to stop. "Everyone on alert! Our whereabouts should be spotted! ”

The accompanying Gu Wu disciples found suitable cover and bent down to hide, moving quickly and acting cautiously. And this behavior was snickered by the soldiers in the rear.

"The disciples of the Fang family are like this? A toy that got scared into the ground? The soldier grabbed his gun and snorted at the platoon commander next to him to vent his dissatisfaction with this accompanying mission.

"I don't know what they think, it's dark in the rainstorm, day and night. But they also had to choose to march at night. The platoon commander looked coldly at the senior brother who was squatting under the mountain rock, and complained: "Hurry up and finish investigating Tenglong Mountain, let's withdraw!" This is not a good sign. ”

Everyone hid for nearly 30 seconds, and a soldier couldn't bear to shout: "Fang's! How long are we going to get down? The man thought: It's stupid to hide in the mountains and forests on a rainy night because you see a toy airplane - what can you do, even though things are strange?

The Gu Wu disciples did not respond, but listened intently. They were pouring rains; howling winds; More and more mechanical sounds were heard in the deafening thunder, and the sounds were faintly connected and unusually low. It's like a horde of devils, making a hungry guttural sound.

When the soldiers saw that the disciples were still motionless, they rose to their feet one after another. The platoon commander looked at him with a lot of discussions, hoping to receive 'wise' instructions.

"Bang!"

A gunshot broke the noise of the ranks, and the soldiers became proverbial.

The 4.45mm bullet cut through the rain and grazed the brim of the steel helmet and hit a soldier on the eyebrows.

"Enemy attack!" The platoon commander watched the soldiers around him fall and shouted for early warning. But it was too late - the next moment, a large number of whistle phalanxes swept over the heads of the crowd. The gunshots rang out in a row, even drowning out the howling of the torrential rain.

The gunfire erupted in mid-air in a large area, dyeing the dark night golden red.

More than 60 soldiers were caught off guard by air raids. Most of the casualties were instantaneous, but soon, the well-trained surviving soldiers organized a counterattack after the air raid.

"Da Da Da!" The assault rifles roared, and a barrage of bullets shot into the sky, knocking down nearly 20 of the slower-moving I-whistles.

"Boom!" With the concealed Gu Wu disciples, they also used the A30 diffuse shotgun in their hands to shoot in the air - a large amount of steel grit was like a fire net, knocking down the Type I whistle face by face, and even the Type II whistle was shot down several times.

, not a real fighter. Their vulnerability is immediately apparent when confronted with widespread gunfire.

After circling in mid-air, the whistle swooped from side to side, again pouring ammunition in the process. This time, the soldiers were prepared, stopped their counterattack, and quickly moved around the forest to dodge - after the confrontation, only a dozen soldiers were shot and wounded. Then launched a defensive counterattack, shooting down a large number of aircraft again.

What's even more terrifying is that the Guwu disciples leap out from all directions - from the other end, they use their shotguns to intercept the sentry group flying in front of them.

A large number of firepower nets successfully intercepted the sentry planes, and the scattered damaged fuselage was like a falling meteor shower, spinning and ignishing. Only a little over thirty barely managed to break through the interception. During this period, he launched a counterattack, but only one disciple was seriously injured.

……

He Hao, who was far away in the permission command post, couldn't help but take a breath after seeing all this on the big screen. At first, he was overjoyed by the victory, but then when he saw the other side turn the situation around, he began to realize that those things were just toys after all, and it was indeed a bit whimsical to let them fight against regular soldiers.

The raven noticed that He Hao was a little displeased, so he asked, "What's wrong?" Is this discouraged? ”

"No, it's just ......" He Hao didn't know how to answer, because he was very disappointed in his heart.

"What is this? The true strength of the electronic corps has not yet been revealed. It will be known when the ground forces pass......" The raven sold the guanzi, which rekindled He Hao's interest.

……

The soldiers and disciples of the ancient warriors near the ticket hall annihilated almost all the I-shaped whistles. The few remaining Type II were also recruited.

Seeing that the offensive had stopped, the group gasped for breath and held their guns in fear, pointing them at the sky with their muzzles, aiming at the imaginary enemy.

"How's the casualty!" The platoon commander asked his comrades while on guard.

"Platoon commander! 37 people died! There are 10 more people who can't move! A young soldier said with tears on his face, wiping blood and rain from his face.

The platoon commander of the "True ......" was speechless, not knowing whether to rejoice or complain - there were so many casualties, and he was fine. But this serious loss had already made him lose the courage to continue advancing, so he planned to inform the Gu Wu disciples of the Fang family: they would withdraw their troops back to the Dawn Base first.

And the group of disciples turned a deaf ear to the platoon commander's words, and shouted around a fallen companion: "Hold on! Let's go home! You're going to live! ”

The disciple who had been wounded by the whistle lay in the arms of the elder brother. He clutched his smashed throat with both hands, choked up for a long time and couldn't say a word. A large amount of blood flowed down the corners of his mouth and across his neck, and then stained the alloy fiber body armor under the suit red.

"Don't die!"

"Quick! Coagulants! The disciples were in a mess, judging by the composure of the battle they had just begun, and it was evident that their greatest fear was the loss of their companions......

The seriously injured guy, knowing that he wouldn't last long, dipped his fingers in his own blood, and wrote the word 'newspaper' in the palm of the senior brother's hand, half the word 'revenge'. Then there was a grunt and a choked sob—with his eyes open and his head tilted to death.

"Damn......" the elder brother gritted his iron teeth. Blood-red eyes can breathe fire......

(End of chapter)