The mysterious figure, like a bolt of lightning, swept within six hundred meters in an instant. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Seeing this scene, Nie Zheng's face sank, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he shouted angrily: "Fire, kill him!" ”

At the sound of an order, the forty clone soldiers picked up the six-barreled Vulcan cannon and the M134 heavy machine gun, and pulled the trigger fiercely in the direction of the mysterious person.

Bang bang bang!!

Ten six-barreled Vulcan cannons, twenty Gatling M134 heavy machine guns, opened fire almost at the same time.

Suddenly, one hundred and eighty barrels, in the rapid rotation, frantically sprayed out a thunderous tongue of fire.

A shuttle of bullets, like a raging storm, poured out like an overwhelming rain, enveloping the area where the mysterious figure was located in a ferocious barrage.

In an instant, countless dazzling lines of fire bombarded the woods in front of them, sawdust flew one after another, tree trunks were broken, and waist-thick trees collapsed one after another.

Under the bombardment of dozens of Gatling's heavy firepower, that kind of spectacular scene can only be described in one word: horror.

In the face of the ferocious strafing of thousands of shells, the figure that entered the woods seemed to have been expected by him.

At the moment when all the Vulcan cannons and heavy machine guns were fired, he suddenly stopped rushing forward, and spun around the woods around the camp with great speed.

His figure was extremely fast, and every time these clone soldiers just turned the barrel of the gun, he flew from one place to another direction in an instant.

All the bullets fired from the six-barreled Vulcan cannon and heavy machine gun "crackled" into the air, and not a single bullet could hit the target at all.

Obviously, this mysterious master seemed to know the power of Gatling's heavy firepower, so he kept circling around the camp six hundred meters away from the camp, intending to consume Nie Zheng's firepower and ammunition.

Seeing this scene, Nie Zheng frowned, and secretly became a little worried in his heart.

The comer is not good!

This person, whether it is martial arts strength or body speed, is not comparable to ordinary warrior masters.

What made Nie Zheng even more headache was that the mysterious master in front of him had a very high IQ.

Although he circled six hundred meters away, he didn't take a step forward easily, obviously, the other party was very aware of the terrifying power of the six-barreled Vulcan cannon, and it was estimated that he also felt that he didn't have the strength to resist, so he chose to circle around the periphery to consume Nie Zheng's ammunition.

The enemy's purpose was obvious, but Nie Zheng's situation was very passive.

The environment around the woods is somewhat complex, with many rocks and dense woods, which is perfect for finding cover to hide from bullets.

Besides, with the ghostly movement speed of the other party, in this vast mountain forest extending in all directions, it would be really difficult for Nie Zheng to kill him with his machine guns and machine guns.

If it was daytime, or on a flat wilderness, and that mysterious master dared to circle around the camp like this, then Nie Zheng was sure that the enemy would definitely not survive for half a minute.

But the situation in front of him was completely different, the mysterious master could not only hide his body with the help of the dark night, but also be able to hide his body with countless tree trunks and mountain rocks.

What made Nie Zheng even more troublesome was that all the Gatling six-barreled Vulcan cannons and M134 heavy machine guns were not equipped with thermal imaging night vision observation realms, so most of the time, these clone soldiers were also listening to Nie Zheng's command, constantly turning the barrel of the gun, chasing and strafing in the direction of the mysterious master's movement, and there was no target at all.

As a result, not only did the hit rate seriously decrease, but the ammunition was also consumed quickly.

In the end, there was really no way, Nie Zheng could only follow the original deployment and let the forty clone soldiers turn back the barrels and still protect the four directions of the southeast, south, and northwest, so that although the firepower was reduced a lot, it could reduce the consumption of ammunition.

After the ferocious pursuit and strafing just now, Nie Zheng now has very little ammunition left.

The ammunition of the six-barreled Vulcan cannon is less than 5,000 rounds, and the ammunition of the Gatling M134 heavy machine gun is only more than 10,000.

With such a small amount of ammunition, it can no longer withstand the frantic strafing of the clone soldiers.

The situation suddenly became a little tense.

At this moment, all the dragon and tiger elites guarding Nie Zheng's side, they found that the expression on Nie Zheng's face became more and more serious, and his brows became deeper and deeper.

In the entire camp, except for Wu Xuanyin, everyone looked solemn and secretly felt bad.

The firepower of the pursuit suddenly weakened, and the mysterious master seemed to have noticed it.

At this time, the other party seemed to be provocative, and approached another hundred meters, and at this moment, he was less than five hundred meters away from the camp.

Suddenly, the mysterious master stopped his form and did not go any further, and at the same time, he did not circle around the camp again.

Seeing this scene, Nie Zheng's face sank, and he didn't understand what kind of medicine the other party's gourd was selling, and what his intentions were?

However, since the other party dares to stop and not move, for Nie Zheng, this is an excellent opportunity to strafe,

"One o'clock in front right, fire!"

"Yes, sir!"

The ten clone soldiers who were guarding in front of them, after hearing Nie Zheng's order, immediately controlled three six-barreled Vulcan cannons and four M134 heavy machine guns, and fired ferociously in the direction Nie Zheng pointed.

Bang bang bang!!

A storm of barrage poured out, blasting straight for the area where the mysterious master was.

What made Nie Zheng strange was that the mysterious master was still motionless.

After a while, Nie Zhen clearly saw that there were bursts of fierce sparks in front of the other party, and on the spot, Nie Zheng understood what was going on.

That guy must be hiding behind a boulder, so his Vulcan cannon and Gatling heavy machine gun can't do anything about him.

Now, as long as the enemy keeps hiding behind the boulder and doesn't come out, even if he finishes all the ammunition, it is estimated that it will be difficult to damage half of the opponent's hair.

Ammunition can't be wasted like this anymore.

Thinking of this, Nie Zheng immediately ordered all the clone soldiers to stop firing and see what the enemies hiding behind the boulder would do next.

You must leave some ammunition for close protection, otherwise, if all of them are used up, the enemy will sooner or later see the flaws and kill them.

The thunderous gunfire stopped abruptly!

The sudden ceasefire in Nie Zheng's camp seemed to make the mysterious master feel a little puzzled.

The six-barreled Vulcan cannon just now blocked the boulder in front of it, and the debris from the bombardment was flying, and the scene of cracking and concussion also shocked this mysterious master.

Although Nie Zheng had stopped strafing now, he was still hiding behind the boulder, not daring to act easily.

At a distance of less than 500 meters, many big trees in this area were all knocked down, and it was difficult for him to find a cover suitable for resisting the six-barreled Vulcan cannon, so he could only hide behind this boulder for the time being to see what other means the Han people in the camp had.

Inside the woods, it was a mess.

There were bloody and broken corpses everywhere, and the broken trees fell to the ground.

The night was still as dark as ink.

There was silence everywhere, a deathly silence.

Nie Zheng and the others waited in the camp, quietly without making a sound, and the mysterious master who was hiding five hundred meters away was also standing quietly behind the boulder, Sen Han's eyes flashed with a fluctuating light, and he didn't know what he was calculating in his heart.

At this moment, both sides are at a stalemate, waiting.

Waiting for the other side to break the ice.

Although Nie Zheng ordered everyone to stop firing, he had already secretly aimed his gun at the hiding place of the mysterious master.

The two snipers had already taken back the two snipers equipped with thermal imaging scopes in their hands.

The two of them found a suitable place for sniping in the camp, quietly lay down, set up their sniper rifles, and stared at the target without blinking, as long as the other party dared to escape from behind the boulder where they were hiding, they would shoot and snipe as fast as possible.

Although they are not sure whether the sniper rifle in their hands can damage the target, as long as they can hit the target, even if the target's body is blocked and stagnates for a while, they can buy a moment of attack time for the commander.

At this moment, everyone's attention was attracted by the mysterious master in front of him.

But Nie Zheng has always been vigilant.

So far, judging from the ghostly movement speed of that mysterious master, the other party must be a master above the peak of an eight-rank samurai.

If what Wu Xuanyin said was true, then the other party was definitely one of the gold and silver envoys in the Snake God Sect.

Except for the Golden Snake Holy Envoy and the Silver Snake Holy Envoy, Nie Zheng couldn't figure out who the other party was sacred.

The golden snake and the silver snake have always been inseparable.

Where there is a golden snake, there must be a silver snake, and where there is a golden snake, the golden snake must also lurk around.

Therefore, Nie Zheng has been speculating that the mysterious master hidden behind the boulder, is he (she) the Golden Snake Holy Envoy? Or the Silver Serpent Messenger?

All the remaining ammunition, taken together, is already less than 10,000 rounds.

Therefore, from now on, Nie Zheng must use it sparingly, unless he is sure of killing, otherwise, he must not blindly pursue and strafe like just now.

Because, the opponent's movement speed is too fast, so fast that everyone's guns can't keep up with the changing rhythm of the enemy's body.

Five hundred meters away, not too far, not too close.

Enemies move fast, but it takes a few moments to rush through.

But as long as Nie Zheng still had some ammunition, the closer the enemy was to the camp, the higher the hit rate of Gatling's heavy firepower, and of course, the greater the risk of being attacked and killed.

It's a pity that in terms of the current situation, Nie Zheng has no choice, because the ammunition is urgent, so he can only wait for the rabbit and take the risk and wait for the opportunity.

Since the mysterious master was hiding behind the boulder and did not come out, while Nie Zheng was secretly waiting, he did not forget to take the thermal imaging telescope and carefully observe it in other directions around the camp.

Suddenly, directly behind the camp, in the woods not far away, a ghostly figure appeared......

(To be continued.) )