Night began to fall, and the ruins of the residential area turned pitch black. www.biquge.info There is no insect chirping and noise in the cold night, only the biting chill of the cold wind pouring into the neckline.

Richard, the chief shooting instructor of the Aurora Legion, lay under an abandoned vehicle, and he spent hours digging a shallow pit in the icy ground with a sapper shovel to cover himself so that he and his secondary shooter could take refuge.

To protect themselves, a steel plate several millimeters thick was laid over the shallow pit, leaving only a small observation shooting hole. An M107A2 large-caliber sniper rifle protrudes from the hole, and the barrel is still camouflaged with rags.

In order to conceal the gun, the muzzle is equipped with a matching silencer, and with a special infrared sight, it can achieve the effect of concealing the enemy.

As the chief instructor of shooting, Richard personally followed the regimental commander to Baltimore and served as an observer for a sniper team. Next to him was a young Mexican lad who acted as a shooter.

The sniper team's vision was not good, and instead of being on the roof of the house, the two stayed at the back end of a residential street, where they could only see within 300 meters of the street. However, this place is especially suitable for jamming the enemy's frontal assault, and anyone who wants to kill them will have to risk opening their heads with a 50 warhead.

During the day, the entire defensive position was bustling with activity, with mines, machine guns, grenades, and even heavy artillery speaking. But the sniper team kept lying on their stomachs, and even when they saw the enemy moving within their firing range, they didn't fire a single shot.

And at night, the cold air makes people's fingers freeze. Both of them wore cold-proof gloves and opened their electrically heated underwear at the same time, otherwise they would really freeze to death. But this harsh environment is the time for the sniper team to exert its power.

Due to the strong wind, the two sniper teams wore black masks and stared coldly at a small open field a few hundred meters away. The monotonous environment seemed to be set in stone, but Richard, who had been holding the infrared telescope, suddenly whispered: "Directly ahead, there is a moving object under the number three marker, knock it out." ”

Marker 3 is a corner, a trap deliberately left behind when building a position, which looks like a shelter that can be accommodated, but is actually within the sniper team's oblique firing range. The shooter slightly adjusts the muzzle, but the infrared night vision device on the receiver of the gun body sees a very ordinary background.

It's a 'zombie', it regulates its body temperature to a minimum, and it's hard to spot it when you look through the scope. It was cloaked in camouflage and walked towards a piece of dead turf that was moving slowly. But there was no dead grass under that corner.

After taking a steady aim, the shooter adjusts his breathing and pulls the trigger the moment he exhales. The large-caliber M107A2 made a bang, and a recoil force came from the butt, but the gunshot, which should have been deafening, was greatly weakened by a special silencer, and even the muzzle flame became smaller.

The point-50 bullet flew out of the muzzle of the gun and hit the target's head in an instant, and the shriveled and ugly skull instantly disintegrated and shattered. A packet of pus-like liquid splattered open, then fell silent.

"Change places." Richard ordered.

Frequent change of firing positions, this is the survival rule of sniper sniper teams. But just as the two of them were about to move their nests, they heard a dull sound suddenly from a few hundred meters away, and within three or four seconds, a large-caliber mortar shell smashed in front of the cover of Richard's sniper team.

"Hey, get down." Richard hurriedly pressed the shooter's head, and both of them shrank their heads into the bunker and did not dare to move. And they didn't move, but the enemy's shells continued to smash one after another, and in a few booms, the scrapped car that was used as cover above the sniper bunker was blown apart.

"Instructor, what are we going to do?" The young shooter was blown up by several shells, and the violent sound blew his soul away. The joy of hitting the target was gone, and I almost cried to find my mother.

"Don't move on your stomach, we still have a steel plate on the bunker." Richard shouted that running around at this time would only be blown up and the bones would be gone. But he didn't know why firing a shot would lead to such firepower in retaliation. Could it be that the 'zombie' just now was just a decoy?

The steel plate on the bunker was only five or six millimeters thick, and it was originally a bank safety door, which was removed to add protection to Richard. But if a steel plate of this thickness is hit by a bullet, it is easy to say, but if it is hit by a shell, it will also be torn apart.

"Hell! How did those mutants have such firepower? Richard himself was scolding, and he could probably guess that the enemy was using a 120-millimeter mortar, and that nine times out of ten they had been obtained from a National Guard camp.

I don't know if it was bad luck or luck, the abandoned vehicle that was supposed to be used as cover was blown into a twisted frame, and a pile of scrap iron instead became a shield to block the steel plate of the bunker, weakening the power of large-caliber shells. But the pile of scrap iron weighed hundreds of kilograms, and the two Richard were crushed in the bunker and couldn't get out.

"Damn it." As soon as the cannon stopped, Richard wanted to push the steel plate away, but the steel plate did not move at all, and the two of them could not transfer their positions at this time. And at this time, the entire preset position sounded gunfire, and no one had time to come to the rescue. He could only shout to the shooter: "Cheer up and clear all the targets in front of us, or we will die." ”

The young Mexican shooter also knew that things were going to be big, and if the two didn't hold on to the final victory, they would definitely be eaten by mutants and pooped. You must know that those hungry monsters are never picky eaters, and there is no psychological pressure to eat corpses.

The M107A2 was set up again, and the shooter put his eyes on the infrared scope, and immediately saw several large mutants holding machine guns, roaring and rushing in, which was much faster than the 100-meter flyer, and almost rushed to the front in the blink of an eye.

With the mutant's big man, the shooter doesn't even need to aim, and the scope pulls the trigger when the scope is on the opponent. And he didn't have time to see the results of the battle, so he hurriedly adjusted the muzzle aiming like other hurricane targets.

Mutants are ten times more explosive than ordinary people, and the force of the rage pushes them to the core of the preset position in just over ten seconds. This speed was completely beyond everyone's expectations, and even Zhou Qingfeng was caught off guard.

More than 300 meters away, these barbaric guys ran over like a gust of wind. And they use accurate shots to suppress the team's firepower points as they run. These guys are really the best fighters, and while they're all ugly, their physicality and control are unmatched.

"Hey, fire!" This hard-fought duel became white-hot in an instant, and Richard still had a short-barreled assault rifle in his hand for self-defense, but the rifle rounds of 223 caliber were useless against those rough guys. The other party was obviously hit, and it didn't look like he was bitten by a mosquito.

The Mexican shooters are rejoicing, glad that the M107A2 in their hands uses point-50 ammunition, which is far more than ten times more powerful than medium-caliber bullets. Moreover, the M107A2 is a semi-automatic fire, which can blast out ten rounds of ammunition in the magazine in this race against time.

Bang bang bang empty a magazine, the young Mexican shooter held his breath and played beyond his level, and the mutant team that rushed up was all shot. Seeing that the last mutant warrior rushed to a position less than ten meters in front of him, he shouted as he changed the magazine: "Come on, come on, come on, see who kills whom?" (To be continued.) )