The sound of cold steel grinding sounded, one after another, like fine raindrops, muffled by the sound of the wooden door shattering, but it could not escape his ears, and in his astonished eyes, the array of Yellow Turban soldiers held weapons that could not have been in this era, and dozens of repeating firearms pulled the trigger at the same time.

Thousands of years later, the Russians created a murderous weapon with a simple structure and low cost, and it was loved by the military, gangsters, and even terrorists.

A total of thirty-seven AK-47s flashed with a cold light, aimed at the figure revealed after the door shattered, and then suddenly tapped the trigger.

The blonde girl who was originally holding a sword stood at the end of the array with a rocket launcher on her shoulder, her expression indifferent.

“0！”

Just as Changsun Wu said the last number, thirty-seven instruments that did not belong to this world struck the trigger at the same time, and the bullets made of steel spurted out of the chamber with sparks, spun, and intertwined with countless companions into a rain of death.

The deafening sound of gunfire converged, and the hot bullet turned into a deadly scythe, piercing through the air and coming in front of Jiao Long.

At the end of the crowd, heavy warheads with scarlet flames broke off Ottoria's shoulders and whizzed in.

On the arrow tower in the distance, Changsun Wu showed a cruel smile, the cross in the scope has been filled with the scarlet of flames, under the rainstorm of steel barrage and the bombardment covering the surname, monster, can you survive?

As for the concern of whether it will increase the difficulty, they have already let it go, can't they survive if they don't increase the difficulty? Or maybe the difficulty has increased now, right?

This was the result of his all-night stay last night, and forty top soldiers were selected from the two hundred guards under Bai Shuo's tent, all of whom were fearless people who had flowed from the sea of corpses and blood.

There is no need to teach them how complex they are, and they don't need any advanced shooting techniques.

They are armed with weapons that can be easily used by children who can't even write their own names in the midst of war in Africa.

All you need to know is to aim at the enemy, then tap the trigger, and keep the bullets in the magazine completely empty.

If the enemy dies, there is no need to change the magazine at all, and if the enemy is not dead, I am afraid they will not have a chance to change the magazine.

It may seem cruel, but it's the best way to do it.

Originally, he was worried that Ottoria would not use this shoulder-mounted RPG launcher, but it seems that he was overthinking, and it is clear that she has received a lot of military training and is very accomplished in this area.

Martial arts have reached the limit of ordinary martial artists, and their physical fitness is comparable to that of the top special forces, and their attainments in firearms are also so profound.

Changsun Wu wanted to know what kind of environment could cultivate such talents, but this was no longer the scope of his attention.

"Ha, Mr. Monster, are you dead?" Eldest grandson, I kept moving the scope, looking for the enemy.

When the rainstorm of gunfire finally stopped, the angry figure slowly walked out of the diffuse smoke.

The neat tuxedo he was wearing had turned into a rag that Hanako didn't care about in the sudden attack, and the angry Jiao Long looked embarrassed.

But there was no wound on the body, that is, the attack that had been brewing for a long time had no effect at all, and the enemy was completely enraged.

"How's it about being provoked?" Eldest Sun Wu muttered to himself indifferently, and the cross of the scope finally caught Jiao Long's head.

"Die!"

The index finger that was lightly resting on the trigger suddenly tightened, and there was a dull loud noise over the entire arrow tower.

The heavy recoil hit the shoulder, pushing Changsun Wu's body out of the arrow tower for more than ten centimeters, the heavy and huge firearm almost broke him, and the treasure-level sniper firearm with a total length of more than 100 centimeters was thrown aside by him without pity, he rubbed his shoulder and raised the telescope, observing Jiao Long's fate.

The 25mm high-explosive bullet pierced through the diffused air, spinning through the long distance, constantly enlarging in Jiao Long's pupils.

The scorching red bullet let out a scream, and in an instant, it was already in front of Jiao Long's eyes.

Time slowed down, his eyes condensed to the extreme, staring at the bullet that broke through the air, the sinister smile on his face had not yet receded, the violent movement stretched the muscles on his face, making his expression distort, the red-hot metal approached rapidly with a swirling and spreading cyclone, while his body moved at a speed not inferior to that of a bullet.

As if teleporting, Jiao Long's body left its original position with the sound of whistling wind, and the whistling bullet pierced through his afterimage, and then pierced into the dirt, exploding a huge gap.

Changsun Wu took a breath of cold air, pressed his headset and shouted: "The target is approaching, the captain will come back to save the scene!" ”

There was only the muffled sound of continuous explosions and heavy objects falling to the ground, like a chaotic battlefield where bombs were constantly bursting, and the violent wind and vague noise almost deaf Changsun Wu's ears.

"I'll ...... It's time to rely on yourself. The eldest grandson Wu Chang sighed, picked up the heavy sniper rifle and set it up on the arrow tower again, and turned on the headset: "Miss Foreign Guest, can you resist?" ”

"Impossible...... "Ottoria replied decisively, pulling up the gun that had already been opened next to her, and pulling the trigger without hesitation, in the face of such a terrible enemy, any hesitation will only hasten death.

Spanning a three-star battle, let alone winning, there is no possibility of even delay.

If Ottoria could hold out for half a minute for the combat power that Bai Shuo showed in the crusading army yesterday, then in the face of an enemy who could dodge even sniper bullets and could not do damage to the weapons of armored vehicles, Ottoria was left with despair in her heart.

The last faith sustained her not to run away, the dogma engraved in her soul, to protect the weak.

Even if she can't help those soldiers who are fighting on the battlefield, she wants Liang Chengcheng to survive, even if it's just one more glimmer of hope.

It has nothing to do with personal feelings, this is the strength that supports her to continue to survive, and the only thing she cannot lose.

Without calibration, the standard gun action fired a dense barrage of bullets, which were dragged out of the chamber with great speed, only to hit a series of illusory afterimages in vain.

Jiao Long, who rushed into the crowd and slaughtered wantonly, didn't even need to pay close attention to dodge the attack of those bullets, and the bullets that could not be aimed at his body could only shoot into the dirt in vain.

Like a giant beast running wildly, unimaginable exquisite martial arts unleashed from Jiao Long's hands, and splashed blood from the crowd lightly.

Until finally, Jiao Long, who stood among the corpses, smiled horribly at Ottoria.

To his surprise, Ottoria had no fear, calmly and calmly crashed into the new magazine, and re-fired at the rapidly approaching enemy.

It didn't seem to be intent on picking the fruit immediately, and it wasn't long enough for Jiaolong to pull out a multitude of afterimages in Ottoria's retina, a steady stream of bullets grazing his body through it, while the smirking face got closer and closer.

The bullet in the rifle was empty, and Ottoria pulled out the pistol at her waist, squinting her eyes and tapping the trigger.

It seems that some pattern has been found in the way Jiao Long moves, and Ottoria, who has extraordinary intuition, can even predict Jiao Long's trajectory and almost shoot him in the body.

The sudden growth made Jiao Long feel a little irritable in his heart, and instead of teasing his prey, he suddenly pounced, crossed the long distance in one step, and suddenly came to Ottoria's body, and strangled his palm towards her neck.

Even if she wants to kill, it's not now, at least, she still has a lot of value, such as ......

“f@ck－you！” With a strange sentence of English in his mouth, Changsun Wu felt that his shoulders were about to break.

The bullets roared out in the loud noise, and the huge recoil force even made the entire arrow tower tremble, and the severe pain that came from Changsun Wu's shoulder, even if it was separated by the two pads on the temporary pad, still made him miserable.

Without the slightest pause, as if incarnated into a cold machine, Changsun Wu pulled the bolt of the gun, and the bullet casings that exuded the smell of gunpowder fell on the wooden plank of the arrow tower, slightly adjusted the deflected scope, and shot down one after another according to his intuition.

And at this moment, Changsun Wu is extravagantly consuming the possibility of fighting with a gun in the second half of his life, and the wound on his shoulder blade is getting more and more serious, he knows that if he can't get through this hurdle, he may not even have the second half of his life.

He didn't want to turn into a corpse and get some points by the way, maybe he even wanted to turn enemies into points.

The figure in the cross in the scope has turned into a ghost, moving its body strangely, constantly dodging whistling bullets, the trajectory of the body, or the sudden appearance of huge craters in front of the body, which are the traces of high-explosive bullets after exploding.

A bullet that can break an ordinary person in two with just one shot is meaningless if it can't hit an enemy.

He finally heard a crisp sound from his shoulder, cracks had appeared in his bones, and the mere shot could not kill the enemy, but at least it took a little time.

Even a little bit of time is fine.

Quickly throwing away the firearm in his hand, he pulled the cable tied to the top of the arrow tower, slid down quickly, and the moment he landed, his body shrunk into a ball, rolling on the ground, dissolving the last impact, during this time, he pulled out the military dagger at his waist, and the simple action caused a sharp pain in his shoulder.

Run away?

Are you kidding.

Exposing his back to the enemy on the battlefield is the worst option, Changsun Wu has learned from the body of his dead comrades, besides, if all his teammates are dead, how can he escape the obliteration of the Lord God with negative scores?

What helps you survive on the battlefield is a fearless battle! Only by fighting can you save yourself! Between oneself and one's enemy, one side must fall into hell completely.

Changsun Wu had heard this truth and thought it was true.

Just before touching Ottoria's neck, a sudden bullet interrupted his movements, and Jiaolong's body moved rapidly, constantly dodging bullets that could hurt him, and the anger and irritability in his chest grew stronger and stronger, making him want to tear everything to shreds.

When the bullets finally stopped, the distance between the two had been reopened, and this time he was no longer in a hurry to get closer, but smirked and ripped the torn pieces of cloth from his body; "You will pay for your actions."

Ottoria was unimpressed by the danger of the enemy, threw away the pistol that had been shot empty from her waist and drew her long sword with an awe-inspiring expression.

Even at the last moment, he didn't show half a fragile posture, and the light in his eyes burned Jiao Long and made him angry.

Shouldn't they beg for mercy?

Shouldn't they weep?

Shouldn't they kneel on the ground and pray for their lives in the face of power?

It's like...... Just like himself......

Jiao Long became more and more angry, and clenched the short staff in his hand, and a light light light that kept swallowing came out from the tip of the short staff, which was a vacuum air blade, enough to easily tear apart the deadly power of the wooden wall.

He was going to vacuum out everyone's blood and taste their screams of pain.

Be sure to let them ...... Just like yourself......

It was a thought in his heart that he was not aware of, a vicious plan hatched in his twisted soul.

In the face of absolute power, Ottoria is just a flock of lambs to the slaughter.

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Hmm, although I don't understand much, but this should be able to win the two 6,000 reminder votes, right?

In addition, Sanjiang actually started today? I don't even know......