Seeing that the other party was doing nothing, Dyson got up from the ground, and his wrist, which had a broken bone, barely supported the weight of the saber, as if he didn't feel pain, and walked towards him again, so frightened that Dyson clenched his gun and fired all the remaining bullets in one go.

More than 20 rounds hit the rider on the opposite side, only slightly slowing his pace of progress and causing no effective damage in the slightest. Dyson threw down his gun and turned to run, at which point his thought was that it would be safest to run back to the convoy and return to everyone.

The rest of the convoy heard the captain's order and began to shoot, and the riders who came from both sides were so shot that they fell off their horses. But like the unbeatable guy just now, they all got up from where they were, drew their swords at their waists—and even the Meteor Hammer—and gathered around the convoy. Seeing that the gun in his hand was useless to these people, all the soldiers were just as frightened as Dyson reacted.

Baptiste is a radio communicator who is responsible for radio communications in normal times, as well as operating machine gun platforms on the roof. He was trying to aim with his rooftop machine gun as Captain Mueller asked everyone to open fire, but no matter how hard he tried to turn on the remote control station, the screen remained green. This is a manifestation of the absence of an image signal. This car uses the technology of the early 90s of the US military, and has not yet installed a color display, but uses an 8-order green display, and everything outside will be converted into 8 green images of different brightness. But he couldn't even turn on the monitor, and it was impossible for him to operate the roof remote control machine gun platform while sitting in the car.

So Baptiste did something that no one would normally do, he stood up, pushed the roof of the rear of the car, and stood in the shooter's position. This position can be canceled with the remote control platform, as it takes up too much space in the car. Usually, everyone has proposed to let the personnel of the logistics company dismantle this position to increase a little comfort. However, the logistics staff refused in accordance with the management regulations. Those who modify weapons and equipment without the permission of their superiors will be punished. At this time, Baptiste couldn't help but be glad that there was such an ordinance. Standing in the shooter's position, he poked his chest out of the roof of the car, forcefully unhooked the remote control part of the weapon station, tossed them aside, and used his hands to operate the .50 heavy machine gun and shoot at the slowly approaching attackers.

The .50 machine gun used by the Canadian National Defense Force is also a NATO 12.7*99mm ammunition, although it is not the most powerful, but when it hits a person, the force released is enough to tear apart the muscles and bones of any part. One of the attackers at the front wore leather armor with a large round discus in front of it, but the bullets from the heavy machine gun easily pierced it, and three shots in quick succession all hit the guy's body, breaking his body into two pieces, and shredded flesh and broken bones flew everywhere. The soldiers who saw this scene cheered, but Müller always felt that something was wrong and was not happy at all.

There was no blood. It is said that when a person is beaten like this, blood has already been sprayed everywhere, but this person is beaten into two pieces, but no blood is spurted out. Meller's pupils shrank suddenly, and he shouted, "They're not human!

The other weapon platform operators in the convoy followed Buster's example, pushing the roof of the car, drilling out to control the weapon with their hands, and for a moment the fire of the heavy machine gun and the automatic launcher of the vehicle-mounted grenade was intertwined, and those attackers who had already begun to charge were either broken and fell to the ground or were blown apart in the fire. The exchange of fire lasted two minutes, and there were no more attackers standing on the battlefield.

This should not be called a firefight, but a one-sided slaughter. When the cavalry armed with sabers encountered primitive machine guns and artillery, it was already a one-sided slaughter, which had already been proven once when the Anglo-French army and the Qing Dynasty of China went to war. Facts have once again proved that even the invulnerable undead army cannot withstand the destruction of modern weapons.

Meller raised his right hand and clenched it into a fist, which meant to stop shooting. When the radio was out of action and the war was full of gunfire, no one could hear shouting a ceasefire. Only the right gestures can work.

A corpse in one place. Or, rather, fragments of corpses in one place. There's nothing left to move.

"Boss, what the fuck is this monster?" one of the soldiers had just finished scolding before he ran to the side and vomited. This thing is so scary that the assault rifle in their hand is of no use to them, but luckily the on-board weapon can still give them a pot to drink. Müller didn't blame the soldier for being too nervous, in fact, he also wanted to vomit, but as the spiritual pillar of the whole team, he couldn't show a little timidity.

"Sir, shall we go back now?" asked the emir.

Mueller shook his head and said, "No. We now know that the guns in their hands are of little use to them, and that they can run faster than you on their horses. There is no terrain on the way back, and if there is another cavalry, you will not be able to run two kilometers at all. ”

He was right, thought the emile. In the face of these human-like monsters, the gun in the hand is not very useful, but completely useless. "But we have to go back, and if there is one or two more attacks here, the ammunition brought will not be enough. "Just now, I fired at all fire, and I knocked out 1/3 of the ammunition in two minutes. This time I came out with only the amount of ammunition for temporary patrols, and no one expected to encounter such a high-intensity battle.

At this time, at the foot of the hill ahead, there were guys dressed in the same clothes as the attacker just now, divided into two teams, each team also had 20~30 riders. But this time they did not rush over, but stopped there from a distance, monitoring the actions of the patrol detachment.

The two sides faced off for about 30 minutes, and Meller could clearly feel that the spirits of the soldiers on his side were getting more and more tense.

"Bart, can you hit them at this distance?" asked Mueller to Baptiste, who was holding a machine gun on the roof of the car.

"Absolutely. Baptiste replied, "But accuracy is not guaranteed." Probably, after knocking them over, we will run out of ammunition. ”

"That's not going to work," Müller said, "and we're not sure if there will be any more monsters like this." If there's still one in the back, we'll have nothing to defend against. ”

Then we have to wait. Baptiste didn't say anything, just put his eyes on the aiming baseline. If he can shoot short shots at this distance, he can be sure that he will take them all down before he runs out of bullets. But the other party is not a wooden target, and will wait to hit himself.

Suddenly, a group of attackers from the other side left around the foot of the mountain, and Meller didn't know if they would go back or find another way to flank him, but it was definitely a good opportunity to take action. If the departing attackers come back, the pressure on the defenses will inevitably increase again.

"All men, move," shouted Müller, "remove all the heavy fire from the cars, and carry each weapon with two men, while the others take the ammunition." Throw all the light weapons and extraneous equipment here, and try to speed up the march as fast as possible while ensuring that the heavy fire can fire at any time!"

The patrol cars were equipped with improvised maintenance tools, and it took only 15 minutes to remove the machine guns and grenade launchers. The strong Baptiste himself picked up the machine gun and asked the others to help him carry the ammunition.

The attackers who stayed behind hesitated to chase after the patrol team when they saw that the patrol team was about to flee. Baptiste and Meller walked behind the last break, when they saw that they were being pursued, Baptiste turned around and fired a long burst of fire from his heavy machine gun. Because there was no frame to fix, the bullets were widely dispersed, but two shots still hit the two galloping riders, one of whom was broken by the force of the impact and fell from his horse, and the other was hit in the chest, and half of his chest cavity was shattered, and the remaining bullets were sprayed backwards and into one of the horses behind. The bullet pierced the horse's back and landed on the ground, shattering the horse's head, and the horse fell to the ground, knocking the rider off as well.

Seeing this, the rest of the attackers accelerated their charge, trying to reach a position where they could attack before they could inflict more damage. But at this time, the front of the patrol team heard the gunshots, also turned around, put their weapons on the ground, and opened fire fiercely. Although the accuracy was not as good as the previous one, the fire was only fiercer, and in less than a minute, only two riders were left to pull out their horses and escape, and the rest followed in the footsteps of the previous group of attackers, turning into stumps and shreds scattered on the ground.

"Retreat, don't stop. Keep cover!" Müller ordered. The patrol team rolls and retreats, the group in front takes a fighting stance, the one behind retreats first, and when it retreats to the front of the group, it stops to cover the behind. In this way, they withdrew for about 1 kilometer, and the attackers never dared to chase after them.

"Now, keep your strength and march evenly. "The patrol team no longer had to leave cover fire, and all members evacuated at a speed of 10 kilometers to the way they came.

More than an hour later, with no pursuers coming, Müller found that his individual radio had a sound again, but it was hissing and not really audible

"Keep it up, guys!" shouted Meller, "there's less than five kilometers ahead of us to get out of this damn place." As soon as the words fell, there was an exclamation from the back of the group, and Müller looked back to see that there were more attackers on horseback catching up from behind, this time no longer a few dozen riders, but a large black press, which seemed to be at least two thousand or more.

"Run!" shouted Meller, "throw away all your weapons and ammunition, run as fast as you can." "It takes at least 10 minutes for a rider to rush over the horizon, and maybe 15 to 20 minutes given the horse's physical strength. If you travel at maximum speed, you should be able to run outside the cavern.

"Shhh

"Papa Bear! This is the Golden Squad, ask for support, ask for support. "We've been attacked in the cave!" shouted over the radio, and he looked back to see the ugly, stiff faces of the attackers clearly visible on the jolting horses.

Did Team Mueller run away? Who is Papa Bear?