It sounds ridiculous, but that's the way it is—Yan Yichuan and the three of them surrounded each other with more than twenty people!

Yan Yichuan and the three of them continued to shoot at those people at different angles, and people on the opposite side kept being shot and fell to the ground. Finally, someone on the opposite side couldn't bear to withdraw from the battle and ran towards the back.

"Come back, you retarded!" the lead West Contractor cursed, and before he could finish his words, a red-hot bullet whizzed past and hit the back of the fleeer's head.

The spinning bullet directly lifted half of the escapee's skull, splattering blood. Without a word, the fleeing man fell to the ground, rolled around a few times, and was silent.

"! Are these yellow-skinned monkeys so fierce?" the leading Western District contractor kept scolding, "Don't be afraid, everyone! If they maintain this kind of shooting intensity, the bullets will be exhausted quickly, and we just need to wait for the opportunity now!" Looking at his subordinates with dead faces, the leading Western District contractor kept cheering.

Sure enough, after a while, Yan Yichuan's shooting speed slowed down, and finally even stopped shooting.

"Here's the opportunity! Rush with me!" The leading contractor of the West Side shouted but did not move, but what he never expected was that no one else moved! The atmosphere was very awkward for a while!

"Haha, sure enough, everyone's minds are very calm, not bad, I'm very optimistic about you......" The leader laughed awkwardly, ignoring the disdainful gazes of the contractors around him.

The sound of "buzzing......" aircraft propellers came from afar. Everyone immediately nervously checked their watches, for fear that they were in a bombing zone. After all, everyone is in the wild at the moment, and the nearest house is also 5 minutes away from everyone.

When I turned on the watch and didn't see the red area, everyone's tense nerves couldn't help but ease and breathe a sigh of relief.

The next moment, everyone became nervous again, and heard the sound of airplanes, if it wasn't bombing, it meant something else - the airdrop came!

Every airdrop represents a bloody battle! In the previous few airdrops, Yan Yichuan and the others were able to receive more than a dozen consecutive death messages, both in the eastern and western regions.

"Poof!" Soon after the plane flew over everyone's heads, the belly of the fuselage slammed open, and a box covered with a red cloth was thrown out, and under the effect of the parachute, it slowly fell towards the ground.

Until the airdrop landed, there was silence all around, and the two warring sides seemed to have reached a tacit understanding.

Slowly, the contractor in the leader of the Western District noticed that something seemed to be wrong, and he stood up abruptly and glanced around, but he was not shot by Yan Yichuan and the three of them, only to know that the three of them had quietly left.

He immediately took the rest of the contractors in the West Side and retreated in the opposite direction of the airdrop, and someone in the team asked puzzledly: "Boss, why don't we grab the airdrop? Even if we don't grab the airdrop, we can lick the other people's boxes!"

"Are you stupid!" the leader said angrily, "Those three people disappeared after the airdrop appeared, and they were clearly heading for the airdrop, and you still went to grab the airdrop, it's really a long life...... As for the box, we also have the gun, and the bullets didn't hit much, so I couldn't carry it at all, and if I didn't run now, the other people who saw the airdrop would come later, and I couldn't run if I wanted to. ”

The person who asked the question remembered the accurate marksmanship of Yan Yichuan and the three of them just now, shrunk his neck in fear, stopped making a sound, and ran away.

After the group of Western District contractors disappeared, a few figures slowly walked out behind the few big trees where the fire had just been.

"Ah Chuan, why didn't you fight just now, forget if you don't fight, it's okay to take the airdrop!" After confirming that there was no one around, Xiao Moran swaggered out and kept shouting.

"How many bullets do you have?" Without waiting for Yan Yichuan to answer, Bai Zhiqiu choked directly.

"I should have 200 more rounds, I'll take a look......" Xiao Moran opened his backpack and rummaged through, "Fog grass! What about Lao Tzu's bullets? There are only 47 rounds left?!Did you steal them?"

"Steal your uncle! I only have a few dozen rounds left, and I guess Ah Chuan is about the same. There are only two shuttle bullets left for one person, and they are going to grab the airdrop, you go and deliver the meat!" Bai Zhiqiu didn't bother to argue with Xiao Moran.

Yan Yichuan walked over, heard the conversation between the two people, and nodded, "My side is a little better, there are only about 100 rounds left, go, hurry up and lick a wave of boxes, and then go see the airdrop!"

The three of them came to the place of battle, replenished all kinds of supplies, pressed the bullets again, packed up all kinds of equipment, and touched the airdrop.

Sure enough, there was a Shura field near the airdrop! Bullets flew everywhere, blood splattered everywhere, and the blood of the warring parties flowed uncontrollably, even wetting the land near the airdrop.

"Fog grass! These people are so ruthless, look at that person, there is a transparent hole in his chest, and he continues to smash up after hitting a medical kit...... There is also that one, his arm is broken, and he is still fighting with the M4 in one hand!" Xiao Moran looked at the parties fighting near the airdrop and was amazed.

"Ah Chuan, do you think we should join the battlefield now?Or do you want to take a look?" Xiao Moran rubbed his hands, looking impatient.

"Look at the way you look like you haven't seen the world, give me some peace! Now whoever takes this airdrop will die, if you want to take this airdrop, you have to kill all the people around you!" Yan Yichuan looked at the battlefield, all around him were full of people, and he gritted his back molars and said.

After another ten minutes or so, the number of firefights on the battlefield dropped significantly, and it was obvious that everyone was running out of bullets, and they began to consciously save bullets.

Yan Yichuan glanced at the two people beside him, and the two immediately understood, the bullet was loaded, and Yan Yichuan followed him to the left.

After the three of them came to a few big trees, they found that there was a group of people resting about 30 meters in front of them, and after roughly sweeping, there should be about a dozen people, which should be the largest team among the warring parties.

Yan Yichuan and the three of them silently picked up their guns, first knocked down all the people holding submachine guns at close range with a few bursts, and then indiscriminately strafed, almost instantly crippling the dozen or so people.

After eliminating this group of people, there were only three or two big cats and kittens left on the battlefield, and Yan Yichuan and the three of them immediately began to clean up, quickly cleaning up the entire battlefield.

After cleaning up, Yan Yichuan and Bai Zhiqiu didn't say anything, Xiao Moran rushed to the airdrop supply box with drooling, "Finally licked the airdrop, come, let Dad see what good things are there!"

Looking at Xiao Moran, who had no lower limit, Yan Yichuan and the two wanted to turn around and leave, but in the next second, what Xiao Moran shouted made the two unable to move.

"Misty grass!awm!and m249!"