A 60-millimeter mortar shell looks like it weighs only two or three kilograms, and an adult's arm length is really going to explode in a relatively closed environment, and the power is not bad! Shockwaves, fragments of shells, fragments of windows, and fragments of exterior walls filled the room in an instant, and then the corpses joined the 'carnival', immediately filling the room with a conspicuous blood-red color in the gray, white, black, and brown rooms.

At this time, Mei Lao Er only felt that his brain was no longer his own, and the whole person seemed to be floating in the air, and the only little consciousness that reminded him that he must leave this room immediately, because the second cannonball will definitely enter the room in the shortest time and kill all the survivors!

The shells didn't come, not only did they not come, but there was a roar in the direction where Jiang San's convoy was located!

As a half-baked sniper, Wang Chen has actually lacked the quality that a sniper must have - patience.

Sniper table, you can learn to draw, marksmanship, you can feed it with bullets, patience is a necessary quality for snipers, but it is not a day or two can be sharpened, on the one hand, it requires nature, on the other hand, it also needs experience.

Nature, in terms of Wang Chen's decisive character, is actually contrary to the sniper's requirement to patiently lurk and wait for the opportunity to move, in terms of experience, it takes life and death, and it is difficult to make repeated mistakes on the battlefield to obtain wealth, fortunately, Wang Chen's experience is also a lot of escapes, especially just now when he shot rashly and was almost bombarded into scum by the opponent's covered artillery fire, he taught him a very profound lesson, so Wang Chen had the patience to lurk in the residential building two hundred meters away from Jiang San's convoy, Wait for the right moment to shoot.

Wang Chen knew that when the camp exchanged fire with the convoy, the person who commanded the gunner or personally operated the artillery fire was his target.

Wang Chen, who made up his mind, not to mention watching Jiang San's convoy calmly erect three 60 mortars in the open space behind the residential building, and even Ou Xiaofan was dragged out of the car by the mob, stripped naked and tied to the roof of the car, he didn't shoot, but just adjusted the walkie-talkie to the digital frequency written on the white cloth and began to listen to the conversation between the two sides.

Finally, patience paid off.

The moment Mei Lao Er couldn't hold back his anger and opened fire, a figure who was originally standing on the side of the mortar and seemed to be only responsible for guarding the shell box suddenly moved, he took three steps and made two steps to the side of a 60 mortar, and fine-tuned the direction and high and low machine of the mortar with both hands, it was obvious that this person was the operator of Jiang San's men! Another mob responsible for supplying ammunition next to the gunner put the shells into the barrel as the gunner's hands left the mortar, and the cooperation between the two did not slack off, giving people a sense of pleasure of being tempered and smooth!

The cooperation of the gunner and the bomber is so precise, it is clear that the guys who almost sent Wang Chen to the west just now are the two of them!

At the same time as the cannon was discharged, Wang Chen's scope first locked on to the gunner and directly pulled the trigger!

Seeing the first hit, the gunner's body suddenly stiffened, and his chest bloomed with blood at the same time and instantly fell forward, at this time, the bombardier, who was about to place the mortar shell into the barrel again, was shocked when he saw that his partner was shot and hurriedly lay down on the ground, but in a hurry, he forgot that he still had a mortar shell in his hand with the fuse protection cap removed!

Obviously, lying down with a 60mm mortar shell ready to fire is not a good way to find death, and it is easy to die without a body than by cutting the veins and hanging them into the water and touching the electric door. It should be said that today is a lucky day for the bombardier, he lay down with the shell in his arms, and in his panic, he didn't detonate the shell under him?!

It's a pity that today is also an unlucky day for the bombardier, Wang Chen's current marksmanship 200 meters hit the first hit soeasy, and with a slight movement of his shoulder, he relocked the butt of the bombardier, and the five or six ordinary bullets rushed out of the chamber with a crisp metal clang, and instantly crossed the distance of 200 meters, hitting the back of the bombardier with an error of ten centimeters, and after a fist-sized wound exploded in his lower abdomen, the shrapnel plunged headlong into the mortar shell to be fired.

And then? Of course there is no then.

The roar that Mei Lao Er heard came from this.

If it weren't for the fact that the three mortars were far apart from each other, and the vast majority of the shells were stored in armored vehicles, the ammunition detonation alone would probably have solved the crisis facing the camp at the moment.

The mob who followed Jiang San to the Daigezhuang camp to 'collect taxes' may not have any military literacy, but there are too many zombies, and where the corpse fell after being shot, it is not difficult for them to deduce the direction of the bullet, the moment the gunner was knocked down, at least three or four mobs present noticed Wang Chen's approximate location, of course these people are not idiots, on the one hand, there are snipers who shout black guns, on the other hand, they made a correct response in the shortest possible time, and threw the smoke bomb in the direction where Wang Chen was, in order to cover to the greatest extent.

The reaction of this mob was still quite fast, Wang Chen only added two additional results, the mortar position that was originally exposed in the scope and the container trucks and open-top off-road vehicles not far away began to retreat quickly under the cover of smoke bombs, re-selecting the site to avoid being exposed to the direct fire of Wang Chen and the Dai Gezhuang camp, at the same time, the armored vehicle relied on its own 63 style without fear of Wang Chen, and began to shoot roughly at the residential building where Wang Chen was, and sent a small team of mobs to approach the residential building under the cover of heavy machine guns, In order to solve this sniper who does not know the height of the sky in the shortest possible time!

Seeing the four mobs walking quickly towards the residential buildings with the Bayi bar, Wang Chen did not panic, because he still had Sui Cui behind him, and they had been walking around for more than ten days, and they were more familiar with the surrounding terrain than these guys. After cleaning up, the main entrances and exits are sealed with masonry and rubble, and only the fire escalator outside the wall and the underground drainage well originally used for drainage are left in the passage to enter the building, which is still due to the fact that Huangdao District is generally close to the sea, and the drainage well must be deep and wide to facilitate drainage.

Of course, the mob did not know these details, and after confirming which residential building Wang Chen was in, they directly adopted a simple and violent method, two grenades were stuffed into the gap of the masonry-filled corridor door, and after three seconds, the originally sealed corridor door was blown out of a hole large enough for people to pass through.

The four mobs lined up in a column, with the sound of 63-style gunshots that rang out from time to time in the building as the background sound, and quickly ran to the top of the building, just turned the stairs on the third floor, and the mob walking at the back suddenly felt that a big hand was stuck in his neck, and he wanted to open his mouth to call for help in shock, and the sound of clicking was accompanied by endless darkness into the mob's mind, and his cry for help turned into a soft sigh.

Sui Cui, who appeared from behind the security door, changed his habit of breaking his mouth, and secretly broke the neck of the mob, for him who practiced heavyweight wrestling and often faced zombie attacks in the last days, strangling a mob was similar to crushing a chicken, but Sui Cui did not put down the body of the mob that began to flow feces and urine, but held it in front of his chest with one hand, and his right hand pulled out the ninety-two change with a wide open nose, aiming at the three fools who were still trying to climb the stairs and pulled the trigger.