It's just too much. Xiaotian pulled out the kiln magazine from the slightly hot gun, replaced it with a new full magazine, and pressed it hard. After pulling the bolt of the gun and shooting a shuttle at the humanoid on the opposite side, he cursed and shouted, "Chief, there are too many of them. If this continues, we will attract all humanoids. "I'm afraid there won't be enough bullets then."

"Don't worry." Tianxiang took a few steps back, lunged forward, raised his hand and threw a hand into the dense crowd of people, and then said loudly: "I have a way to deal with them." How many did you kill? "About a hundred!" Xiao Tian replied without replying, and the trigger in his hand did not loosen at all.

"It's too much for me." Tianxiang shook his head: "I'm at least ten times as much as you." ”

"How can I compare to you?" Xiaotian said indignantly: "Damn, Xiaoqing only listens to you alone." If only I could ride 。。。。。。 It won't kill less than you. "Yes! You said it yourself. Tianxiang quickly knocked over a humanoid who wanted to detour from the side, and said: "The insect beast over there in Taiguang has hatched, and when the matter here is over, you can go over and bring one to raise yourself, and when the time comes, don't talk to me again." "Good。。。。。。。。 No problem...... At this time, Xiaotian couldn't care about answering anymore. I guess I felt that my companions in the rear had rushed to help! It could also be that the flesh and blood of the war dead are stimulating their nerves. The attacking humanoids also burst out with a strong sense of offense in an instant. Instead of flinching, no longer fearful, they howled uncharacteristically, and pounced desperately on the human defenses.

"These guys, they're crazy." Tianxiang quickly raised his gun and smashed the heads of the first type of people, and said hatefully: "Dare to guess at such a close distance, it's really fatal." "Because. It was this humanoid who had just been killed, and it was actually after a piece of his head was blown off. Still with the help of inertia. Rushed forward and ran into the math of the mystery, and then fell headlong in the icy snow。。。。。。

Not only it, but all humanoids showed an extraordinary fanaticism in an instant, and pain and death were no longer the threat they should be. They only want revenge, they just want to rush into the hunter's position, they just want to break the neck of the enemy on the other side, dig out the heart wrapped in warm blood, and munch on it freely. The six-barreled machine gun has changed its barrel twice, and the continuous and uninterrupted firing has rubbed the cold body of the gun a little hot. The barrel of the rapid ejection of bullets is faintly red under the action of heat. The bitterly cold winds and snowflakes didn't seem to have any effect on them at all.

The desperate shot had the desired effect. The first wave of humanoids that followed the sky had already lost most of their lives and injuries. Bone fragments, scraps of flesh, and condensed blood spots were scattered everywhere in front of the battle. Thousands of humanoids used their lives and flesh to create a hellish killing field. The hunters' defensive positions weren't much better. Scattered tiny debris is also scattered throughout it. It's just that the people who have not suffered any casualties so far have long been covered with a thick layer of cold and hard copper bullet casings.

"Five thousand again. Hell, why are there so many of these guys? Zhan Feng estimated the humanoids rushing on the opposite side, and sighed regretfully: "God, how many women does this have to consume?" "So they're all damned!" Tianxiang narrowed his eyes and said coldly and quietly, "Even if it's not for our women, they deserve to go to hell." This kind of monster that has been killed by the heavens. There is no right to remain on earth. Don't stand there in a daze, kill me! ”

M5G43 assault rifle, K50P light machine gun, GAU449······ A variety of ancient guns of all kinds, found in the library, arsenal, and glorious bases, as well as a large number of fist-sized and incredibly powerful grenades, were scattered at every firing point in the defensive positions, and became the basis for those who survived the Great War to fight against the mutant threat. The most powerful weapon to enable yourself to have a place to survive on earth. Shoot, drop, shoot, shoot, drop。。。。。。 Xiao Tian felt that he had become a kind of ancient thing called a "robot" at all, and he could only mechanically repeat these two repetitive fixed movements. He didn't even feel hunger, thirst, heat, or fatigue, just blindly carrying out every command that came out of the young patriarch's mouth. Although some of these instructions sounded like fanatical words that killed the red-eyed Tianxiang, he would still follow them seriously without saying a word. Because, now Yang Xiaotian no longer has any ability to think independently. He knew that if he didn't do what Tianxiang said, if he didn't kill all the attacking humanoids as soon as possible, then the only way to delay time could only be that the coldwater camp could not resist the enemy's attack and collapsed, or the murderous humanoids with no mercy at all broke through their own defenses and gnawed the bones of everyone, including himself. Either way, it was not a fact that he was willing to see or accept.

I don't know if it's him, all the dragon people in the circle know this truth very clearly. Therefore, without saying more, they will also do their best to shoot all the bullets and grenades in their hands at the enemy and throw them at the opponent. Keep yourself safe and alive with these incredibly powerful weapons. Compared to the fanaticism and excitement of all people, the wind of war is more exceptional. If Tianxiang could turn around and look at his most trusted companion at this time, he would definitely find that his face was full of strange expressions. It's like being happy, and it's like being nervous. It's like being happy, and it's like being sad。。。。。。

In fact, the psychology of Zhan Feng at this time is indeed quite contradictory. Strictly speaking, he was more in favor of every idea that Tianxiang could make the race stronger. Therefore, when it comes to friends, he will basically raise his hands to support him. From the cultivation of tubers in the tribe to the later development of insect and beast cavalry, he will carry out all the tasks assigned by Tianxiang without any discount. Only this time, he really felt that Tianxiang was too wasteful。。。。。。

Bullets, hundreds or thousands of boxes of bullets, bullets that he brought out from the ruins of the factory, and all the stocks that Xiaotian led the team to bring out from the Hope Base were all neatly stacked here. The young patriarch has already said that he will use up all these bullets。。。。。 Pity... Waste...... Loser。。。。。。 War Wind is not the kind of miser who is unrelenting. It's not the kind of stingy man who doesn't know the general body. People just know. In this world, how difficult it is to get an intact bullet that can be fired. It is a miracle that the things left by the ancients hundreds of years ago can still be used. It is even more miraculous to be able to find a well-stocked and huge ammunition depot. Good things have to be used sparingly, especially if you use this kind of use, you can't make local items, and its preciousness is self-evident. Although it is now possible to supplement production through the remains of the factory, the concept of frugality is still deeply ingrained in the heart of the war. It's a waste to play like this! At this moment, Zhan Feng even remembered that when he was the head of the Hope Base, when he went out hunting, he was reluctant to use a bullet, and would rather use a throwing gun to provoke a carnivorous insect, and was chased so that he almost died。。。。。。

Every time he shot, Ye Zhanfeng would feel a pain in his flesh. Every time he throws, he will feel like a torn knife in his heart. "Don't stop, shoot." The young patriarch's roar was like a wake-up call, waking him up from his memories once again.

"Shoot, kill! Kill all these dog mongrels that eat people and don't spit out bones. With tears streaming down his face, the wind swept away a shuttle of precious bullets. Turning around, he grabbed two more precious grenades, pulled open the firing pin and threw them out...... Let's fight! Play as much as you want! Shoot all the bullets and don't save it. Woo... Woo... Woo... Dog day Yang Xiaotian, and that dead summer and winter... Whining... And also... Tianxiang, I've been saving ammunition for so long... Woo... Woo。。。。。。 At this juncture, even if you want to save bullets, it is simply impossible.

The heavy snow was still blowing down, but on the ground near the defensive position, there was no white trace to be found, and all the snowflakes and ice chips were all turned into a trace of steaming mist in the friction heat of the guns and bullets, pulling a terrifying and mysterious white curtain for the quiet arrival of the god of death. The humanoids on the entire southern attack surface all turned around and rushed towards the dragon people who were guarding the mountain. The sudden appearance of reinforcements made the overwhelmed defenders of the Hanshui clan see where hope lay in the most nervous, helpless, and desperate times. This allows them to move all their defenses to the north and concentrate on dealing with the mighty army of humans. Although they didn't know who was helping them, they knew that the one who could lend a helping hand at this time was definitely their most trusted friend. An inexplicable excitement and surprise suddenly emanated from the observer on the watchtower, instantly filling the entire Cold Water Camp. In the same way, the roar of passion and vitality shouted loudly from the mouth of an elderly tribe made the mood of all the tribesmen boiling. No one commanded, and all those who listened to it involuntarily opened their mouths to echo it. In this way, the roar of a few people, dozens of people, grew louder and louder, and eventually, it spread to the entire ethnic group. It turned into a war song that resounded through the sky. The humanoids rushing towards the other side seemed to be startled by the sudden singing. They have slowed down their pace of progress. The hideous face also showed a look of confusion and incomprehension. They seem to be asking what is it that gives these hunters so much strength and courage that they deserve their food.

It's a pity that the opponent doesn't want to give them such a chance. One after another, the bolts pierced their bodies mercilessly, shattering their heads, tearing their flesh and skin, and nailing their souls...... Friendship and help, this is like a person in a desperate situation, suddenly discovering a life-saving straw from the hand of a friend. Although it is only a slight straw that breaks when pulled, it is enough to make people who are on the verge of death glow with incomparable fighting spirit and passion. Without being urged, the people who loaded the arrows would also load the huge crossbow machines with new ammunition at a speed several times faster than usual. Needless to say, the clansmen who are responsible for pulling the bowstring will also try their best to grit their teeth and tighten the loose rattan string again and again. All of them have the same purpose in mind: to kill, to kill all the enemies who can threaten us. Let those friends who have not met so far show that we are not random people to be bullied. Compared to the south, there are obviously fewer humanoids in the north. But in any case, this is also an army of more than 10,000 people. Especially when concentrating on the offensive like this. Its numerical advantage is even more prominent. However, the crazy humanoids didn't notice that as the Coldwater Clan retreated to the second-line position, the area held by the hunters was also reduced by half. What's even more terrifying is that since the entire friendly forces in the south have been completely attracted to the support of the dragons, almost all the defenses in the camp have been concentrated on their side. At this time, the first batch of humanoids who attacked the dragon position had all suffered casualties. And the second group of their companions who followed was also by the wall of death, which was made entirely of metal and flame. Paid a thousand prices. "And five thousand." Tianxiang quickly let go of all his thoughts to the greatest extent, completely enveloping all the regions in front of him. The corpses of the dead humanoids had piled up like a hill, and the heavy smell of blood in the air made people want to sneeze. However, just a few hundred meters away, behind the "wall of corpses", there are still a terrifying number of humanoids. He lunged at himself desperately.

"Warwind, how much ammunition do we have?" Tianxiang raised his hand and shot a shot, accurately shattering a human-like head, and asked without looking back. "Not much, about a third of the stock." Ye Zhanfeng's answer was obviously a little unwilling and helpless, and there was a hint of crying.

"Laughing sky, leave a brigade to continue shooting. The rest. Bomb me. Remember that I told you that the area should be large and the area should be wide. Tianxiang shouted at his comrades around him in an almost roaring voice. Because at this time, the magazine in the hands of the Bushao people has been completely emptied. Xiaotian didn't waste time, only to see him jump nimbly from his shooting position. Pulling up a few clansmen around him, he quickly rushed to the back of the formation. After a short time, several groups of hunters who had already laid down their guns ran out from the rear of the array. At a rapid speed, he rushed to the front of the formation. It wasn't until he was close to the preface of the array that he suddenly stopped, and with the help of huge inertia, he threw an earthy yellow round object that he had already held in his hand and smashed it into the rushing humanoid brigade. A spicy smell familiar to everyone suddenly permeated from it. The hunters in the array had already tied thick strips of cloth soaked in snow water. The people led by Tianxiang continued to shoot, but their way of shooting was obviously much calmer than they were a few minutes ago. At least, is shooting as accurately as possible.

Another team of throwers with anesthesia canisters stepped out of the array. Compared to the previous team, it is significantly more equipped with a wide rattan bark rope. They took out heavy anesthetic clay pots from their waists and fixed them in the air around the bend of the leather rope. Then shake it hard, and with the help of the inertia of running, the tank in the rope loop is thrown out fiercely. Using this hunting method used by humans hundreds of millions of years ago, the scope of the narcotic aura has been extended to more distant places. Thousands of clay pots suddenly completely "shut down" most of the rampaging crowd in a narrow area. With the exception of the first few who have already rushed out of it, or those who have not yet fully entered the anesthetic circle, all gas-inhaling humanoids exhibit a feeling of lightheadedness. Some of them inhaled too much, and they fell to the ground on the spot. With his mouth wide open, he let the disgusting water flow all over his body, and fell asleep without any consciousness.

Such a throw was repeated four times. The clay pot landed directly in front of the defensive position, forming a long, thick gas barrier. Any humanoid who wants to storm the position must first pass through this pale yellow cloud of smoke. There is no other way. The corners of Tianxiang's mouth showed a hint of obvious cruelty and ruthlessness. After firing the last single bullet of the K50P in his hand, he pulled out a thickened piece of cloth from his pocket and grabbed a handful of snow from the snow around him. After mixing and wetting it heavily, he backhanded the soaked cloth over his nose and lips and pulled it very quickly with his hand. Then he pulled out the snow knife from his waist, strode over the scattered empty ammunition boxes around him, and rushed through the anesthetized area towards the opposite side, shaking his body, staggering, and the humanoid who could no longer stand firm ran away. Kill,