In the extremely deafening gunshot, patches of flesh were splashing wantonly with bullets drilling into the flesh, and the original tough skin with good defense against cuts and contusions had now become tattered, and at a glance it seemed that there were not even a few intact areas, only cratered bullet holes existed in patches, and with the gravitational pull of the earth, blood dripping down with crimson viscous blood, and the original bright red on the ground became one.

The friction and embers of gunpowder from the bullets passing through the air brought up patches of golden dazzling straight lines, almost dense as if they were rainstorms. The body of the deathclaw was still covered in flesh and blood, and even the bones on some of the joints were exposed, and small holes were broken out from the impact of the sturdy warhead. Although this deathclaw was huge, in this dense metal frenzy like a torrential rain, it could only slowly bend down and retreat, roaring in a low voice to vent the pain and anger in his heart, but it also had to temporarily avoid the extremely ferocious metal storm.

Thirty M4A1 assault rifles and eight M249 light machine guns, as well as three Browning "M2HB" 12. The 7mm large-caliber heavy machine gun no longer cared about the accuracy of the long and short bursts, and the group of soldiers now only knew how to pull the trigger fiercely and strafe at the narrow space in front of them, causing the violent and ferocious metal storm to form a torrential rain, beating the front of the death claw into a bloody blur, and even successfully forcing the brutal huge death claw back.

But there was no relaxed expression on everyone's faces, even if the old Bunnard did not give the order, the surrounding soldiers quickly replaced the empty magazines. Their faces were solemn and serious, and even a certain sadness turned into anger in their eyes. Because they had all seen the scene in the corridor, those comrades-in-arms who had been with each other day and night, and even half of the corpse was not far from their feet, but the widened eyes only had dilated pupils and a nostalgia for life.

In just three or five seconds, the team led by Liszt was already the only one left. He didn't directly see how the massive deathclaw destroyed his team, but just by looking at the broken limbs and the splinters on the walls, he could know what kind of miserable attacks those brave young men had received. Even on that wall, there are still traces left by the claws that smashed the concrete wall, which shows the sharpness and hardness of the claws.

"Something is wrong, this is absolutely wrong... This deathclaw is almost the same as the deathclaw in the wasteland of the afterlife, how could it be so easily repulsed?! ”

A dense metal storm still swept through the corridor, and the deafening sound of gunfire caused even Liszt's ears to buzz softly. Although his eardrums were gradually adapting to this fierce sound, Liszt's mind was also turning rapidly, especially looking at the deathclaw that was slowly retreating, and even retracted his body and quickly returned to the coffee machine and the table, while his eyes were solemn: "Small-caliber fire will never cause fatal injuries to it, and the firepower of those three heavy machine guns is not enough to make this deathclaw retreat in fear!" ”

Deathclaws do not represent living creatures, but biological weapons that have been defined for military use since the time of research. If small-caliber fire can inflict heavy damage on such a biological weapon, then there is no need for such a biological weapon to exist. In fact, based on the deathclaws in the game, Liszt already knew that this powerful creature did not care about the shooting of small-caliber gunpowder weapons. Although it is because of the data and systematization of the game, it still shows the success of the deathclaw as a biological weapon!

Even more advanced freeze guns, laser guns, and Gauss rifles can't take out a single deathclaw in a few shots, and even the powerful legendary deathclaws and alpha deathclaws in the game can withstand even a fat man's nuclear bomb, even if this small-caliber gunpowder weapon is so dense, how can it solve a real deathclaw?! In Liszt's view, if there were no hidden factors in it, it would certainly not be possible!

But old Bunard and his soldiers didn't think so, they had seen the massive monster retreat in the pouring of fire, and their attack had caused all sorts of flesh and blood scars on the huge monster, and the occasional roar from the deafening sound of fire explained the fatality of their metal storm. They also believed that such a large number of weapon salvos would cause even tens of thousands of ordinary humans to be easily slaughtered by them in a short period of time in this small corridor!

Everyone's faces were solemn, everyone's back molars were also biting fiercely, and no one even said a word, just panting, mechanically and quickly pulling out the magazine or chain to replace the ammunition, that is, holding the gun with sufficient ammunition, towards the front corridor, viciously pulling the trigger and shooting fiercely. They were eager to kill the giant monster in order to pay tribute to their comrades who had died in this corridor and in this small city.

Empty shells were thrown at their feet, and even in the viscous blood had accumulated layer by layer, like a yellow-orange-orange floor, forming a different kind of beauty on the soles of their feet. And their eyes looked at the huge monster that gradually retreated step by step, and there was a little more fanaticism in their solemn and serious eyes, even without the fire support of the armored forces, they now believed that they could still kill this huge monster, maybe it would not take a few minutes.

But a throbbing moment appeared in Liszt's mind, and his eyes could already see the figure of the deathclaw slowly stopping and retreating through the gap between the coffee machine and the table and chair. The roar of rage and resentment appeared in that throat, and the bloody head was even more hideous, and then the thick tail swept fiercely on the walls of the corridor on both sides behind him, and with the fragments of the wall that shattered in an instant, he took a fierce stride as before, and launched a frontal charge towards Bunar and them!

"Damn it!"

Liszt instantly kicked the coffee machine and rushed into the hallway with his Winchester M1887 shotgun, trying to remind old Bunard to be careful. But the dense metal frenzy instantly forced him back, and the dense firepower not only formed a terrifying metal storm, but also formed a ricochet behind the death claw, rolling rapidly up and down on both sides of the corridor, left and right, and the track without shooting was even more weird and deadly!

Even if he wanted to warn him, it was too late, and when he realized that something was wrong, the soldiers of E Company pulled the trigger and fired wildly, hoping to continue to interrupt the deathclaw's charge. But the seemingly spectacular metal storm before couldn't stop the deathclaw's furious charge. The huge hind limbs stepped forward, twisting and twisting as if dancing, and the thick tail was also moving to keep the whole body balanced, almost in the blink of an eye, the claws of this deathclaw were already less than ten meters away from the old Bunard.

The M2 Browning heavy machine gun, which had already propped up the tripod, was still under the control of the machine gunner, firing frantically in front, the 12. The armor-piercing effect of the 7mm large-caliber hard-core armor-piercing projectile at close range is becoming more and more powerful. The thumb-thin bullet stabbed into the deathclaw's body with ease, then destroyed any muscles and bones in its path, spun and slammed a bowl-sized wound behind him, cracking several fist-sized craters into the concrete walls of the hallway.

But a high-pitched roar interrupted the dull shooting sound of the heavy machine gun, and the huge body had a different explosive power, and the speed of the same explosion was enough for this deathclaw to come to the heavy machine gun position in a few seconds. The weight of thousands of pounds and the huge body brought absolute inertia in the sprint, and the three heavy machine guns and the three shooters seemed to be touched by the speeding heavy truck truck, and the two soldiers who were caught off guard after getting up flew out upside down, slammed into the wall behind them, spitting blood, and after a while, there was no movement.

"Roar—"

But that wasn't the end of it, the deathclaw had spread its thick arms, and the sharp, hard claws were already waving at the soldiers in front of them with its roar. The same flesh and blood, but more blood and stumps, as well as fragmented internal organs. Its footsteps stomped forward with a stump, and any broken limbs and soldiers who couldn't dodge were expelled with a crisp sound of bones shattering, expelling a foul of blood and shards of viscera from the soles of its feet, just like the sticky blood in the corridor, which they knew by now.

No soldier cares about such a thing, because they have changed from hunters to prey, and they and the setting of this huge terrifying monster have transformed each other. And the consequences of this transformation are even more serious, they are more like fish on the display board, without the slightest chance of resistance, even if they fire with the rifle in their hands, they will turn into a few corpses with each wave of their claws, turning into plasma in the corridor!

"Get out of here, don't get too close to it! Everyone retreats at once! Where are the damn armored vehicles? Where are our tanks? Call for armor support! ”

Old Bunnard's roar was already extremely hoarse, but a certain tragedy and despair also appeared in his voice. Although he was carrying his M4A1 assault rifle, he could only run towards the original one. Behind him, the soldiers who tried in vain to stop the terrifying monster were easily cut into several pieces, and then trampled into flesh by the big feet. He didn't expect this result, this extremely flipping result made him not want to believe it at all, he just stared wide, and he didn't even know what order he was giving himself: "Call for armored support!" Kill that monster! Let's get our tanks over! Kill that monster! ”