"Hey, I always feel like there's something wrong? There are a lot of people on the other side who wear red clothes to the battlefield, is this because they are afraid that snipers will not find their own rhythm? Hu Kaili said to Yang Hao.

"Well, well, I've been working with those clones who are fanatics for two years, and now I don't think it's even strange to see the guy in the dragon robe rushing over." Yang Hao spit out a groove in his mouth, but the action of loading the RPG-7 with rockets in his hand did not slow down at all.

In fact, when entering the first stage of the dome light curtain, the "director team" dispersed them, the yellow-skinned traversers, into various militia organizations.

However, these militia organizations, which are supposed to support the Russian-Syrian coalition forces, are in a very chaotic state in terms of command organization and mutual coordination. Although those Chinese people who first entered the light curtain of the dome were still military novices at that time, after slowly adapting to and adjusting, some of them began to tinker with the traversers to survive by themselves.

The clones in the light curtain of the dome are already very dull and inflexible, and the scene where Yang Hao and Hu Kaili are located is a militia organization that is full of chaos. This situation happened to be exploited by some of the traversers, who soon set up a militia that had been dormant and began to snare other compatriots of the same color as themselves in the light curtain.

The advantages of doing this are obvious, in the past, those cannon fodder jobs that were easy to lose their lives, after they took control of a militia organization, they could pretend to be crazy and stupid and push it off and not carry it out, even if there are some tasks that can't be avoided, then they can bargain with the clone Maozi and the Syrian army to get more supplies and equipment before carrying it out.

Yang Hao suspected that if someone hadn't come up with such a routine, the casualties of the traverser in the light curtain might have to climb a step. Well, in such a war-torn environment, even if the traverser himself has exploited a lot of loopholes in the "director team", there are still many traversers who died in the battle.

"Oh I'll go, have the adults up there changed? Why are we all our own people who are covering up and attracting firepower today, what about those clone militias? Yang Hao said after slightly protruding from behind the bunker and observing the situation on the battlefield.

"Didn't you hear that the other side of the runway was also hot, maybe it was blocked over there. The top is ruthless, how can they cherish those clones who log in for an average of a few hours! Hu Kaili said.

Yang Hao didn't continue to go down with Hu Kaili, carrying the RPG-7 out of cover to scare the opponent's armored unit is a life-and-death job, he has to carefully observe the situation on the battlefield, even if it is his best brother to serve as his own observer, but many times he still has to rely on his own life to save his life, and the omission of any small detail may increase the probability of his death after stepping out of the bunker.

Maybe the plot designed by the "director team" has progressed to the final stage of the war, and the quality of the opponent's armed personnel has become worse and worse, and the tank or armored car of I don't know what age it is, is actually at an incredible distance from its own red-skinned infantry.

After careful observation, Yang Hao didn't find that there was anything to hide snipers in the open terrain outside. Is it really to the point of exhaustion? Can't even make up a few scum who can work together, and their snipers are all dead and wounded? Yang Hao felt that everything he encountered today was incredible.

In this militia organization made up of Chinese traversers, the RPG team relies on drawing lots to determine the order of duty each day, of course, the boss will arrange their own people to do this kind of work as a last resort, and if they can fool the clone militia first, they will try to fool them.

However, in general, you shouldn't expect too much from the military quality of the clones, because the setting of their team is a militia organization that can't be put on the table, and two out of ten supplementary soldiers sent by the "director team" are not necessarily qualified, so don't count on the tiger troops!

Sometimes, the bosses would rather let their own people take risks than let the clones who dare to carry the RPG-7 and fire in the cramped indoor bunker on top of it, and the phrase left by the ancestor "The city gate is on fire, and the fish in the pond" is not a joke.

"Woohoo, I'm in good luck today, this lottery is a thief, and it doesn't matter if there is no American-style equipment on the other side, and I can't even cooperate with Butan! You show me a point, I'm out! Yang Hao told Hu Kaili and then flashed out of the cover.

The British tank crews were so attracted by the AK47 rifles of their grandson that they didn't even notice that there were a few old ruffians lurking on their flanks.

And the British infantrymen in red were powerless to stop them when they noticed someone carrying a thick stick approaching the tank in front of them.

Several rough embryos in the RPG team, including Hu Kaili, who were responsible for covering, suddenly opened fire to suppress the red-clothed soldiers who had distanced themselves from the tank when Yang Hao touched the distance of more than 300 meters from the retro tank.

The infantrymen who had been away from the tanks for fear of the opponent's burst of fire now found themselves with no cover to rely on, and the sudden fire from the flanks weighed down their heads, let alone deal with the guy who had approached the tank with a thick stick.

As an object with a tail flame crashes into the tank at high speed, followed by a violent explosion and a raging fire, the identity of the stick has been revealed, and it is undoubtedly the bottle picker that pried open the tank like an iron can!

"Retreat! Those Boers were obviously funded by the Great Song people, and they had weapons against our tanks! "A British captain gave his men an order to retreat and regroup.

It's a pity that this will not even start the first war, this looks quite handsome British Army captain obviously does not understand the cruel mode of modern warfare, the bright military uniform has made himself very eye-catching, he is still on the battlefield so stunned to his subordinates to return the military salute, really if you don't do it, you won't die!

"Tan Xiaohui, over there! There seems to be an official there! Hu Kaili has been observing the changes on the battlefield very attentively, and the British captain's lethal action was quickly captured.

The girl who was named by Hu Kaili did not reply, but silently raised the Dragnov SDV sniper rifle in her hand, which had been mottled with paint, and pointed in the direction that Hu Kaili said.

The RPG team's position was about 500 meters away from the British captain who had died, a distance that was a bit difficult for this sniper rifle developed by Mao Zi in the middle of the last century, especially when this kind of gun was in a worrying condition and was not assisted by professional observation equipment.

The girl didn't look very old, her face was very thin, and it seemed that the food was not very good during this time in the light curtain of the dome. She wore a jet-black braid, and she was full of disobedience compared to the stinky rough embryos around her, and although her outfit was very shabby, it was very clean, and she even put a camouflage canvas on the place where she was lying.

I saw Tan Xiaohui's small face clinging to the hollow wooden butt of the SDV wrapped in coarse cloth, and he opened his mouth slightly to adjust his breathing. Then gently pull the trigger, and bam! After a crisp shot, she confidently retracted into cover and didn't look any further.

"Cool! Kill. Hu Kaili used a telescope to confirm Tan Xiaohui's results.

At this time, the girl who was the protagonist had a wave of water on her face, and she poured herself a glass of water from the steel kettle unhurriedly and drank it elegantly like a tea.

She had never enjoyed killing, and she was even disgusted with the SDV in her hand to end the lives of even clones, but she knew she had no choice. Either kill the opponent and keep yourself and your teammates alive, or your opponent will destroy your teammates and even others, including yourself.

Entering the light curtain of the dome, Tan Xiaohui learned the difference between people with weapons and those without weapons in the scope of a sniper rifle. The moment you pull the trigger, try to let yourself go and live, and the one-way crossing trip marked on the contract is the only truth!