The muffled briefing of the Chechen heavy machine gunner Nikolai in their ears focused their attention on Nikolai's suppression point.

Looking in the direction of the fire suppression point, looking towards the woodland, a group of low red shadows could be seen under the infrared vision.

The number of red shadows that appeared in the direction of three o'clock at the fire suppression point was as high as fifty or sixty, and it made people feel desperate to look at it.

You know, the morning they first arrived, facing no more than ten alien hounds, they were scrambling for a while, plus a Mexican scimitar boss folded in.

Now these fifty or sixty are enough to make them desperate.

Nicholas was a little dazed, he looked at the Russian-made light machine gun in his hand, and killed the alien hounds he didn't believe his gun could deal with more than fifty or sixty rough and thick skin.

Previously, the six-barreled Gatling could only cause effective damage to this alien hound at close range, and this gun was really enough to choke.

It's the same with the shotgun mercenary, the camouflage conqueror was powerful and could smash an alien hound alive at close range, but now it's a big problem, he only has an ordinary AR15.

With the addition of a prisoner and a scrapped doctor, I'm afraid it's really hard to protect themselves.

"It's miserable now!"

They found out that the identity of this bait was about to be confirmed, and it really became dog food!

"It doesn't matter if there are predators or not, these alien dogs can kill us, and now it seems that something has suddenly changed? The amount of investment that made him iron and blood made a huge difference! ”

The female sniper said to the crowd on the radio, "Do we have room to run?" ”

The three of them looked at each other at the situation on the field, and they all felt a deep despair, they had nowhere to run, because they were already in the encirclement as bait, and now no matter which direction they went, there was a high probability that they would encounter a pack of dogs.

"Now we can only see if Jacob and they can quickly bring in their allies, otherwise we will have only a dead end." The shotgun mercenary's eyes were solemn, and the atmosphere was filled with intense despair.

The shaking of the grass is becoming more and more obvious,

"Retreat to the commanding heights, fast, move fast!"

The female sniper shouted eagerly to her companion who was still pretending to be a real decoy: "How long can you last, how long can you last, don't give up the last hope!" ”

The alien hounds had begun to emerge from the grass, and the hearts of those who watched were thrilling.

These wild boar-like hounds are as muscular as large bulldogs, and they have bony horns on their backs and heads, which are really quite hideous and terrifying.

The shotgun mercenary ran quickly to the female sniper who handed him the hand with the doctor, and on the other side, the Chechen heavy machine gunner Nikolai also ran to the sniper position with the white prisoner.

The sniper position was built on a raised boulder almost as high as a small cliff, with only a few low trees growing on the edge of the rock, all of which had been cut to the ground by Nicolai before.

This boulder, which is more than five meters above the ground, can hold up for a while now.

The alien hounds soon surrounded the bald boulder, barking incessantly underneath, and some of them even rushed up the boulder.

Several people have no escape route at all now, but they are trapped on the top of this more than ten square meters of boulders, that is, this stone is high enough for these alien hounds to come up for a while.

They didn't think that when Iron Blood came, their group of live targets would still be alive!

"DadaDada~"

For a while, all kinds of gunshots rang out wildly on this small stone.

Nicolas used the RPK in his hand to shoot at the alien hounds rushing upwards below, but the actual lethality of the shots could be said to have little effect other than bringing some flesh wounds to the rough-skinned hounds.

"Bang Bang Bang~"

The female sniper also uses a sniper rifle to shoot alien hounds, and can actually hit the head with a gun, but it takes two or three shots to kill one.

It can only be said that the skull of this hunting dog is really too hard, harder than a half-meter-thick cement wall.

"Boom~Boom~"

The shotgun mercenary used the AR15 grenade in his hand to blast the area where the hounds were gathered below, and each slice of five or six alien hounds could be blown directly into meat sauce.

But in addition to bringing up a blood mist in the sky and stumps flying around, in fact, the void created by the explosion will be quickly filled by other alien hounds, and there is no effect at all in large numbers.

"Chirp tweet!"

"Puff puff!"

Even the white prisoner and the doctor with a fixed plank on his leg each held a micro-punch and shot downward.

It's just that the kinetic energy of the bullets in their hands is too low, and there is no need to mention that they can try to use such weapons to cause enough stopping effects and even kill these alien hounds.

As the bullets continued to pour, these bullets were nothing more than shallow into the thick crust of the alien hound.

In addition to the pain that makes them have some subtle evasions, they can't even go deep into the surface layer to destroy the blood vessels and cause bleeding, or at most they can rush out some oil in the subcutaneous tissue.

"No wonder that old Mo'er is dead, it's just for a miniature submachine gun to fight against this beast!"

The doctor looked at the gun in his hand and cursed hatefully, but he was reluctant to throw it away, and he was still shooting out one by one.

The white prisoner was the same, with no stop in his hands, and his mouth was broken: "I need a real gun, a gun that only a man can use!" ”

They forcibly resisted here, scanning the area with thermal imaging for any Iron Blood approaching, because they knew they couldn't resist the Iron Blood Laser Cannon.

That's why they still don't use the laser cannon on their shoulders at this point, and Wang Yonghao popularized a point of view to them: only a Predator can kill a Predator.

If you want to kill them, you have to use their weapons and minds.

That's why the Predator on the night he escaped from the abandoned ship in the original plot would accept a one-on-one confrontation with Han Zosan with a cold weapon in a completely superior situation.

But they persevered, and the ten-minute shooting used up all the main weapons and ammunition of the survivors.

The alien hounds were not killed too much, but because of the choking and barking, more hounds surrounded the area.

They stepped on each other and slammed upwards, even rushing to the top of the platform several times.

The shotgun mercenary holds a pistol in one hand and wields a mountain knife in the other, repelling attacks again and again, which can basically be regarded as reaching the limit that can be reached.

The alien hound's offensive never stopped, and the female sniper really emptied the spare magazine, leaving only three bullets in the gun.

"It's time, it's the last minute," the female sniper pointed her gun at Nicholas who had already shot out of bullets, "I will help everyone solve the last problem." ”