Spears and shields existed in ancient times, but after the passing of the cold weapon era, the shield was preserved and developed into today's hand-held bulletproof shield, because of its characteristics, it is mostly only found in cities.

Single, bullets on the battlefield come from all directions, and the presence of shields is too chicken; Heavy, heavy ballistic shields are about 25 kg. How strong do you have to be to carry it through a hail of bullets?

But it is unexpectedly powerful in urban anti-terrorism, street fighting, and building storming. In the past, the countries of the world, the most authoritative in this regard, were Russia, and the war in Chechnya made them suffer too much.

At this moment, the two-meter-high black shield wall, lined up together, quickly advanced forward, and Nephilim gradually disappeared into the crowd, all the soldiers, holding the handle of their guns and putting their index fingers on the trigger, waiting for them to enter the firing range, waiting for the commander's order.

"Fire!"

The rain of bullets broke through the morning fog and hit the shield, and for a while, only the deafening sound of gunfire could be heard, and the bullets turned into a ray of light and shuttled between the fields.

When the bullet touched the shield, the entire arc paused, the advance was blocked, and at the same moment, they lowered the shield, the bottom touching the ground.

For each shield, in almost a second, hundreds of bullets were poured on it, and from the white dot to the groove, the shield had already begun to deform.

Behind the shield, there is an arm the thickness of a thigh, and the blood vessels are strong. The impact of the bullet, combined with the uneven force of the force, made the whole arm tremble.

"Rush!"

It was a roar that was somewhere between human and beast language, indistinct, but briefly overshadowed the gunshot, the shield mopping the floor, and the whole body leaned forward, bursting out at a faster speed than before.

The soldiers in the front row couldn't help but panic, the ammunition poured out, they had already emptied a magazine, but they didn't expect this situation, and the action of loading the magazine was a little unfavorable.

Bang!

The sniper pistol lying on the roof behind it violently shook back, and the muzzle of the gun spewed out a flash of fire, pulling the bolt, retracting, reloading, holding his breath, and aiming again.

One of the shields in the arc of the line of advancement was raised, almost out of his hand, and he couldn't help but take two steps back before he stabilized his center of gravity, but he was already far away from the formation. On the front of the shield, a bullet was embedded in it, causing a small depression that failed to penetrate.

The thickness of the shield made of this composite material is already beyond its breakdown capacity.

There was not only one sniper, several successive artillery shots, several gaps in the line of advance were opened, but it was already useless, a hundred meters, fifty meters.

The shield is pitted, and its original shape can no longer be seen, it is almost like a piece of scrap iron, but even if it is scrapped, it is still a scrap iron two meters high and weighing dozens of kilograms.

The monster rushed directly into the camp with a shield, and the close range was no longer suitable for gunfight, and they tried together to resist it, and they were rushed away in an instant.

Monsters shoot horizontally, vertically, diagonally, and rub a little corner with their shields to seriously injure them, and they kill in the crowd as if no one were there. If someone shoots at them in the distance, they raise their shield and push it horizontally again, and there are always bullets that cannot be avoided in this process, and after entering the flesh, a few blood flowers splash out, but it does not affect their movements at all, as if there is no pain.

In the other three directions, it's the same scene, the same slaughter, like purgatory.

If they had a cannon, even a few RPGs, the battle would have been very different, but alas, they didn't.

Nefi Tian looked at the junction of the battlefield with palpitations, if he was still standing in place now, maybe he would have been in a different place. Such a monster was beyond his knowledge.

He is unwilling, the situation is good, more than 3,000 guns on one side can't kill hundreds of reformed people? Because of the chaos, he could only organize the soldiers around him to fight back on a small scale, paying for the lives of nearly a hundred people, but also hunted a few monsters.

The scene is powerless, they can't eat enough for a long time, they can't dress warmly, they can't sleep well, and they have to use their lives to perform tasks every day, this kind of meaningless death is not what they want.

They won't run away, but they don't want to go toe-to-toe with these monsters either.

Nephilim mingled through the crowd, moving towards the edge. Xiang Yu is a hero, with the courage to die and not want to cross Jiangdong. But he is not, he is not afraid of no firewood if he stays in the green mountains, and his life is still there, and there are infinite possibilities.

But when he reached the edge of the encirclement, a different situation awaited him.

The soldiers he had reserved to guard the rear were all lying in pools of blood, strong fortifications, black muzzles. No one shot, but no one dared to come closer.

Behind him, the group of monsters rushed out a wide blood path in the rush. There is no way forward, and purgatory is afterward. After the fortification, he vaguely saw a familiar figure, Li Jianguo.

At that moment, he seemed to understand something, in that moment when they couldn't trust each other, why did Old Man Li come to him alone.

He has been planning for a long time, but he is not omnipotent, and Nai Feitian will not know anyway, in the Vietnam War in the 20th century, he Li Jianguo, and the division commander formed a life-saving grace, he was captured during the war, and failed to commit suicide.

At that time, the division commander was ordered to capture a strategic point, and he organized a surprise battle as quickly as possible, going around to the rear, when the main force of the Vietnamese army was in the front.

The troops who stayed behind knew that they were invincible, and began to slaughter prisoners, from hearing the sound of gunfire, the comrades-in-arms around him were shot in the head one by one, to the division commander rushing into the camp with people in the air, just one or two minutes, for him, it was the difference between life and death.

"Commander, do you want to leave first?"

Behind the fortifications, the old man smoked a cigarette and coughed slightly from time to time, he looked at the man standing in the circle and sighed softly.

In his life, he is used to going straight and straight, and he disdains conspiracy and trickery the most in his life, and he hates people who stab him in the back the most, which is ridiculous, but in order to repay this kindness, he has become the person he hates the most.

"No need, I want to see him die."

He wanted to persuade others to be kind, but the other party did not give him this opportunity.

Nephilim unbuttoned his coat one by one, and his momentum was still calm, but he had a half-point sense of death and sadness. He took off his coat and took the rifle from the adjutant's hand, and what he saw with his eyes was a one-sided despair, and what he heard with his ears was the sound of a life-harvesting gun.

"Let's go, if you still want to follow me, you can kill me and come out, your life is your own, and no one can take it away."

The circle of people around him looked at him with different expressions, but Nephilian just glanced at them nonchalantly, pulled the bolt, brushed aside the crowd, and strode forward.

The path is my choice, even though I already know what the ending will be, even if I know that the ending is not good, but I will still go on.

From the beginning, he tried his best to show his impatient and reckless image in front of people, so that people could relax their vigilance, but secretly, he has been fueling some things.

But it was always a bad move, he forgot that this is the end, many things have changed, and he uses his past experience to evaluate the present, but it hurts himself.

He understood, and it was too late.