"The target is approaching, repeating, the target is approaching."

"Start counting the number of targets, one, two, three......"

"No, we don't have to." Doug Armani looked at Zhou Huajian on the ancient battlefield and looked at the appearance of carefully investigating the enemy's situation, and his face was speechless.

Zhou Huajian of the ancient battlefield looked up at him: "Don't you think this is more immersive?" ”

"Sense of substitution?"

"We're scouts now, scouts! Lie down quickly, afraid they won't see you, right? Zhou Huajian of the ancient battlefield pulled Doug Armani down, and there were still words in his mouth, "It's just that the equipment is a little less, what about my machine aiming and pulling the big bolt?" What about my flares? And you should first insert a broadsword mine and then lie down. ”

"Why don't you put this on hold for a fight?"

Doug Armani complained, but he fell down obediently, hiding his figure.

"Their vehicles are majestic, big and wide, and they must be safe and secure. There is also such a long cargo hold, I think I can eat hot pot and sing in it. ”

"On the side of the ancient road outside the long pavilion?"

"Hey, hey." Zhou Huajian of the Ancient Battlefield smiled, and then dutifully observed the movement in front of him, "The number of pickup trucks is thirteen, and they are about to enter the barricade area, and those big guys are moving much slower than pickups, are they deliberately disjointed?" ”

"I guess the big guys can't walk." Doug Armani replied, looking at it carefully for a while, "Estimated that one car can carry 15 people?" Then there are at least a hundred of them...... Alright, they're going to enter the barricade area, let's go back. ”

The two of them weren't worried that the Wasters' convoy would return to the player's camp before they could enter the fire area, and the barricades that everyone had worked so hard to stack were not broken walls that could be run over at will.

The steel bars are stacked and squeezed on top of each other, and the height itself has exceeded the tires of the pickup, not to mention the unevenness, and now it is impossible for the pickup truck with insufficient power to climb over directly.

This section of the road sandwiched between the hillsides is narrow, and the wasters have already driven into this section of the road, and it is very troublesome to retreat.

Want to get out of the car and move these steel bars one by one? How long is that going to be delayed?

The corners of Quint's eyes twitched, and he only felt that these wasted starmen named "Gray Squirrels" were really disgusting, they didn't deserve the name of ferocious gray squirrels at all, they should be the kind of unmutated, useless rodents in the sewers.

"Hide, hide...... It's disgusting! Quint let out a low roar, "Line up and push straight over!" ”

The pickups slowly shifted their positions, gradually forming a long line. The first pickup truck riveted its strength and headed for the barricade ahead.

The front of the car hit the steel bars, and a few steel bars were scattered and smashed on the front cover of the car, but most of the steel bars were entangled, like a wall, and were arched to rub against the ground, and from time to time sparks splashed around, and the noise of chirping was non-stop.

After a long journey, the nasty steel wall in front of him was pushed aside, and it fell to the ground with a clanging sound.

The convoy rushed in, and the players of such roadblocks put a total of four blocks, and seeing that they were pushed away one by one, they were inexplicably a little panicked.

"It doesn't feel like they're affected much, huh?"

"Don't worry, it's not the roadblocks that can really affect them, the roadblocks are just for follow-up interference."

The speed of the wind determines the height of the skirt, and as one of the planners, Kenneth has long been well aware of Kenneth's plans.

"It's our firepower that will disrupt their formation. And the barricades that they have now pushed aside will be the way they turn to evacuate when the time comes......"

As he spoke to Kirias, the lead pickup had already driven into the staggered slopes.

With no barricades, these pickups can save their energy and continue to move slowly at a constant pace - they don't have much power left, and they need to save a little more in case of possible fighting.

And those "giant camel beasts" are advancing even more slowly, and they are far behind at this time, and even the first mountain is still a long way away.

The slow progress caused more than half of the pickup trucks to pile up on the section between the two mountains, and the wasted stars were all chatting leisurely in the carriages, waiting for the next killing feast, but they didn't realize that above them were several monsters that were about to start roaring—

"Fire!"

The first Nagev lightweight machine gun fired, the bullets rained down on the roof of the first car, the tinkling sound on the roof and bulletproof glass fell like a torrential rain, the driver pressed on the brakes, and the rain of bullets instantly swept towards the rear, indiscriminately splashing over the waste stars sitting in the cargo hold!

"Puff puff! Puff puff! ”

The sound of flesh being pierced by bullets was so piercing that the wasters had already fallen before they could even react.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! ”

The ruins shouted loudly, and the ruins in the vehicles behind reacted and immediately pulled out the board from behind, intending to attack the gunshot.

But in response to them were four other lines of gunfire that had already been covered, sweeping the convoy below.

"Dada!!"

If it were night, the line of a gun mixed with tracer bullets would be enough to light up the night.

The people of the Waste Star probably didn't expect that in a broken place like the Waste Star, where birds don't, there would be a group of people who could pull out this ancient but effective weapon, and the number reached an astonishing five!

"Dada!"

There is no emphasis on staggered firepower, and players only focus on the firepower, at most when they see others sweeping the car happily, and then shift their guns to find another target to strafe.

"It's Nagaff, it's Nagriff!" Finally, someone reacted to such a terrifying source of firepower, and they panicked one by one, and at this time they also understood how the teammates who set off in the last wave died.

Why do you rush the face of the machine gun with flesh and blood!

They tried to block the bullets with the body of the pickup truck, but there were machine guns on the hills on the left and right, and the horror of crossfire was manifested here, and under the dense trajectory sweeping, the waste stars were cut down like straw and fell in a pool of blood.

Only a handful of astute wasters sprang into the carriage quickly, fending off the bullets through the solid outer walls of the pickup.

And this way of avoiding the crisis did not find a way for the wasted stars, but instead made them vicious and start killing each other.

A waster grabbed his companion who had just gotten into the carriage by the back and dragged him out, and the companion was full of fierce faces, and turned around and shot his captor!

"Bang!"

Blood splattered, but the sound of this shot was so piercing in the dense Nagef gunfire.

It's like the smell of blood is flowing into the sharks.

Let the wasted stars cast a vicious gaze on their companions.