The knowledge of the mastiff is really not covered, although his mind has been forcibly instilled with all kinds of knowledge in ether bytes, Wu Ming has really never heard of this sentence, but the warning hidden under the words is quite clear. This guy is definitely not something that can be bought after a tribulation, and in the future, Wu Ming still has to guard against him.

Wu Ming closed his mouth, but he enjoyed this little verbal confrontation in his heart. He had to admit that playing with an expert like the Mastiff would bring him endless fun, on the one hand, it would help him better understand the situation, and on the other hand, it would also give his mind a full exercise.

Wu Ming has never experienced such happiness in the world of fresh meat, because there is no need for such fierce intrigue in that group, and all thinking is focused on how to avoid being picked by the next one, becoming a plate of braised hooves, or steaming the chest.

The current world is much more complex and more dangerous, but the fun that accompanies the struggle is also many times more, because the struggle at this moment will have a great chance of surviving, and the struggle in the world of fresh meat has an even less than one in a hundred million.

From the reaction of the fierce mastiff, it can be concluded that this ambush was their own ghost!

Those ** zombies armed with high-end weapons are obviously their latest research results, and this is probably the first time to be applied to actual combat, otherwise the fierce mastiff would definitely not be so caught off guard. They once changed the rules for collecting living corpses, and no longer accepted ** zombies with mutilated bodies, which was probably due to the need to transform zombie warriors.

It's just that the Mastiff and the forces he represents, Miss Titer, probably have differences with the other powerful side within the organization, and that difference seems to have reached the point of irreconcilability, which is why they spend so much money to send a large number of new assassins to hunt down and kill.

It seems that's backer is not safe enough, and that means that no matter what, Wu Ming must win over the big man who is hidden behind the scenes.

The battle with the 15 Assassins was already heating up, and the cunning zombies had only lost one of their advance team members, and immediately realized that something was wrong, and immediately revised their existing tactics, and turned to find solid cover and open a mid-range attack on the Mastiff's side.

For a while, my ears were filled with the whistling sound of extremely fast aluminum bullets cutting through the air, and the raindrop-like projectiles repeatedly bombarded the thick stone wall, and after a while, the upper half of the stone wall had been flattened!

The zombies are surrounding, Bobu is incapacitated, and Wu Ming is dragging down, although the mastiff has the intention to shift positions, but that idea cannot be realized at all.

In such a situation, the fierce mastiff finally showed his real skills!

Under the cover of the Bob magnetic cannon, the fiery mastiff began to take the initiative!

His steps are surprisingly fast, his tactical moves are reasonable and appropriate, and he always finds the best hiding spot in the middle of the aluminium bullets in the sky, and he always changes tactics suddenly before the zombies can judge their intentions.

He struck back and forth five times, and never returned empty-handed each time. Wu Ming paid attention to the count, in the fierce battle for nearly half an hour, there were already six dumb fires on the zombie side, obviously, the six unlucky guys were all smashed in the head by the mastiff's magnetic gun.

After all, the mastiff is also flesh and blood, no matter how athletic his skills are, he can't be faster than the bullets that are close to ten times the speed of sound, especially the sputtering of those aluminum bullets after they explode is even more unruly, which makes it impossible to prevent at all. When he returned to the position for the fifth time, Wu Ming found that the fierce mastiff had been injured, and it was on the left side of the ribs, and the blood oozing out had stained the entire tactical vest red.

It should be an abrasion, Wu Ming smelled the smell of burnt flesh, the aluminum bullet should just pass by, and if it is a little higher, I am afraid it will hit the heart.

"There are nine left!"

The fierce mastiff threw aside the magnetic gun in his hand, took out a piece of extremely cold patch from his pocket, briefly dealt with the wound, and stretched out his palm to Wu Ming: "Give it to me that guy of yours, my gun has run out of ammunition." ”

"That's not a great situation." Wu Ming removed the holographic scope, turned the barrel and handed it over, "There are only thirty aluminum bullets left in the magazine, and according to your previous hit rate, you can kill three more." ”

The fierce mastiff stepped back from the magazine and glanced at it, his tone was still so indifferent: "I'll save some money and try to increase the hit rate, are you still satisfied?" ”

Bob also counted the number of shells on the side, no more, no less, only three left, which would be enough to cover one sortie.

"It's not a good situation." He repeated Wu Ming's words to the fierce mastiff, "We won't be able to withstand it for long, and it's going to be dark soon, and by then, those monsters will be even more difficult to deal with." ”

"Don't you still have a knife!" The fierce mastiff was so angry that he pulled out a survival hunting knife from Bob's boots and shoved it back into Bob's hand, "Hold it steady, and before you can do it, cut that guy's throat for me first!" ”

The guy he was talking about was Wu Ming.

Wu Ming hurriedly rubbed back, and waved his hand weakly: "No, you have to leave my life, after all, I can help a little bit......" He looked around, and picked up a piece of gravel: "Don't underestimate my combat effectiveness, how can this guy kill one or two zombies if he goes down." ”

Bob smiled innocently: "Don't be nervous, he's joking - the minister's joke is a bit weird, we are all the same, we always can't catch that joke." ”

Bobu, the living treasure, seemed to be the only death hole of the fierce mastiff, although Wu Ming obviously saw the expression of wanting to cry without tears, but he still forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart.

"Okay, okay...... Let's all take it easy. The fierce mastiff pressed Bob's broad, thick shoulder, "Listen to me, those guys are running out of ammunition too, so I want you to save up a little energy, the knife in your hand can always come in handy." ”

Bob nodded vigorously a few times, loaded the shell, and re-erected: "Give me a signal, minister, I'll cover for you!" ”

"No, no...... Fire one shot, power it down, and then load it coldly, and wait for me to notify you before putting the last two shots, understand? ”

Bob was a little simple-minded in normal communication, but his understanding of tactics was surprisingly fast, and he immediately exploded in his knowing expression. The electric light of the barrel weakened, but the guy skillfully disassembled the ammunition supply port in the shutdown state, and forcibly loaded the two shells the size of his thumb belly into place. After completing this series of actions, his ring finger firmly hooked the power supply valve, waiting for the order.

The mastiff did not jump out of the position by the sound of the cannon, but adopted the same strategy as Bobu, and suddenly extinguished the fire after a burst of fire, just enough to disguise the illusion that the guns were running out.

Wu Ming could see clearly that the battle situation had developed to the decisive stage, and they planned to attract those zombies out, and use Bob's two cannons and more than 20 rounds of aluminum bullets from the fierce mastiff to have a final decisive battle with the remaining nine monsters!

This strategy is quite risky, because the nine zombies are currently in a relatively scattered position, and whether they will be launched at the same time at the last moment is itself a gamble of luck. Moreover, even if the opponent is unable to use electromagnetic radiation to dodge at the moment, but as ** zombies, they move amazingly fast, and can only be completely eliminated by smashing their heads.

However, this is the only chance to win.

There should be less than a 30% chance of killing all nine zombies with a wave of fire, but that would certainly throw them into chaos, and the chance of a hand-to-hand encounter is likely to arise. In hand-to-hand combat, either annihilate the enemy with fighting skills, or snatch the weapon and launch a second attack, this is the whole tactical intention of the Mastiff!

Wu Ming had to give the mastiff a thumbs up again, because it took a lot of courage to implement such a strategy.

It is not blind self-confidence, but a decision made after judging the situation in a very short period of time and making overall considerations. The worst result was already planned for the mastiff, and the expected hand-to-hand combat, whether it was Bob or the mastiff himself, was ready, as evidenced by the two survival hunting knives he clenched!

Sure enough, the zombie assassins are trapped!

They tentatively stepped out of their respective bunkers, pushing cautiously as they pressed their fire. Wu Ming only heard seven points of fire, which either meant that the other two zombies had run out of ammunition, or they didn't plan to join the general attack. But no matter what, the mastiff's strategy has been more than half successful.

The zombies involved in the attack are distributed in all directions, and the number of frontal attacks is slightly higher, but the real threat should be the two on the front flank.

In the five sorties of the fierce mastiff, there were many attempts to knock out the two extremely rampant firepower points, but they escaped each time, so they had to temporarily change the attack intention and choose another target to consume the enemy's vital strength, which was also the main reason for the huge loss of ammunition of the fierce mastiff.

But now, those two cunning things shouldn't be able to escape, because Wu Ming clearly saw that the mastiff's magnetic gun was aiming at those two directions!

They're approaching.

The magnetic gun had exploded ten meters away, accompanied by the sound of swishing footsteps. The zombies seem to be convinced of the exhaustion of ammunition here, and in the process of advancing, they no longer even hide and hide, looking like they are winning.

The fierce mastiff couldn't bear it and let the arrogant attack continue to develop, because he knew that he only had one chance to attack, and once he made a move, he couldn't afford to lose!

The atmosphere was tense and frozen.

The aluminum bullets slammed against the wall, causing a violent tremor, like a heavy air mallet striking down on the chest.

It's already close, just within five meters!

Finally, the magnetic gun was energized, and the fierce mastiff jumped, and at the same time, Bob's long-awaited command sounded in his ears:

"Straight ahead, fire!"