Under the heavy pressure, Wang Ben finally couldn't bear it anymore, waved his big hand, and shouted hoarsely: "Shoot! Shoot!"

Everyone immediately pulled the trigger in unison, and in a panic, they barely aimed, just blindly poured the bullets in the magazine into the eighth class boys without a lifeless price.

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The two boys who rushed to the front smoked and fell to the ground, and the others stopped and continued to charge directly over their "corpses", which were the only results of the first squad's volley.

Wang Ben gasped and said loudly: "Change the bullet quickly! Change the bullet !!"

Everyone hurriedly pulled the bolt to unload the empty magazine, and Ai Yuanyuan missed the ground when he pulled out a new magazine from the magazine belt.

After listening to Wang Ben's report, Tao Jian immediately responded on the radio: "They left exactly according to our script, this is a good opportunity! The first squad, you resist! The assault team, take advantage of the fact that they are now going around to the rear to sneak to the top of the mountain, their rear must be defenseless now, and they are moving fast!" As soon as he heard that the boys of the eighth class were charging in a big way, he misjudged the battle situation, and in fact, only the first squad at the scene could intuitively feel how terrible this kind of "brainless action" was.

Wang Ben looked at the boys of Class 8 who were getting closer and closer, and took the lead in shooting, and shouted: "Free shooting!" He said to Tao Jian on the radio, "No, scholar, their attack is too fierce, we can't last a minute if we go on like this!"

Because of the huge psychological pressure, the hit rate of the first squad was even lower, and only one person fell to the ground after this random shot, while the boys in class 8 still shouted loudly and charged forward as if they were unconscious, and even increased their speed.

"Damn! What's wrong with these people! Retreat! Retreat! If we don't retreat, we'll be finished!" Li Dalong had forgotten that this was just a game, thinking that he was really on the real battlefield, so he suddenly became timid, turned around and jumped out of the trench and ran up the hillside, and two girls followed when they saw this.

Wang Ben and Ding Yixiong, who were changing bullets, were taken aback when they saw this scene, and Wang Ben said loudly: "Don't run! Don't jump out of the trench!"

"Aha, you're killing yourself!"

It was too late, it was fast, I saw a few eighth-class boys rushing to the front smiling and holding up the imitation QBZ95 laser transmitter to strafe, Li Dalong and the two girls were shot together, they ran for a while with yellow smoke all over their bodies before they realized that they were dead, and quickly lay on the ground, instead of being depressed, they let out a long breath, as if they were very happy about the fact that they were "killed" - they could finally be freed from this nightmarish scene.

Ding Yixiong pushed the magazine into the chamber of the gun, pulled the bolt, and then stood up with the gun and pulled the trigger again and again to the boys of the eighth class who rushed over, he had recovered from the initial shock, and no longer fired in a panic, but aimed at the target for rhythmic point fire, but limited to marksmanship, it would be good to hit two or three shots out of ten shots.

Ding Yixiong shot the last bullet out, and shouted at Wang Ben while changing the bullet: "Captain, tell the scholar quickly, our current situation is very difficult!"

Wang Ben hurriedly picked up the radio and said loudly: "Call the scholar, call the scholar! This is the first squad, we can't stand it, we need reinforcements! Repeat, we need reinforcements!"

Then, he put down the radio, got up and fought with his teammates, and then he discovered a very terrible thing: the striker of the eighth class boy was already close at hand.

Looking at the boys of Class 8 who came up like a torrent, Ding Yixiong grinned and showed a wry smile: "Even if the scholars really send reinforcements now, I'm afraid it's too late." ”

Wang Ben settled down and scolded: "If you him, you won't be able to survive anyway, just fight one and count one!"

"Hmm!" Ding Yixiong nodded, "Fight two to earn one!"

At this time, the voice of the pottery note sounded on the radio: "Second Squad, you immediately go to reinforce the Third Squad! Sniper Squad, do your best to provide fire support to the Third Squad!"

Zhang Chen's voice sounded: "The second team has received!"

Zang Zhichao's voice sounded: "Sniper team received!"

"Quack, a

A boy from Class 8 with a full face stepped to the top of the trench in one step, Wang Ben's eyes were quick, he raised his gun and pulled the trigger, and a few gunshots rang out, and a yellow smoke came out of the boy's body, scolding his mother and falling to the ground.

Another Class 8 boy jumped up and was knocked down by Ding Yixiong with a gun.

But the third, fourth, and fifth boys jumped up again......

At that time, the only thought in Wang Ben and Ding Yixiong's minds was: Damn, this is the legendary sea of people! How can there be so many boys in Class 8?!

"Die!" "Die, you scum!" "Victory belongs to the ——! of eight classes a year"

While shouting, the boys shot into the trench with their guns, and Wang Ben, Ding Yixiong and others were all shot and fell into the trench, and five yellow smoke rose violently.

The boys didn't even look at them, and rushed straight over the trench to the hillside.

"Dry. Wang Ben scolded and said to himself, "It's the first time I've seen someone who can play real field battles so crazy, and now it's really an eye-opener." ”

Ding Yixiong smiled bitterly: "They are fighting with ropes......"

The first team was wiped out.

When Zhang Chen led the second squad to rush down from the mountainside, he was also taken aback when he saw this group of "red-eyed" eighth-class boys, but he quickly came back to his senses and immediately ordered the team members to find cover nearby to shoot freely, and he also found a bunker to hide behind, he picked up the binoculars and looked down the mountain, only to see that most of the eighth-class boys had crossed the trench at the foot of the mountain, and then looked at a few yellow smoke rising in the trench, and his heart was already clear: Wang Ben and their third squad were no longer lucky.

Zhang Chen took out the radio, pressed the call button, and said in a low voice: "Call the scholar, call the scholar, the first squad has been wiped out." ”

On the radio, I only heard Tao Jian sigh softly and responded: "Scholar received, the third team will come to support you immediately, over." ”

Zhang Chen said: "The second team received it, it's over." ”

He put down the radio, poked his head out of cover, and saw that the charging team of the boys of Class 8 was like a flood out of the gate, surging upwards rapidly, and the shouts converged into a strange roar, which made people want to plug their ears.

Only twenty or thirty people can create this kind of atmosphere...... Zhang Chen took a deep breath, deeply worried about whether his class would win. Now he finally realized the fact: it is not that the second and first classes are too weak, but that the eighth class is too strong.

The strong do not need tactics.

In fact, everyone in the fourth class is aware of this, but it is already a little late.

Zhang Chen waved his hand: "Shoot!"

A burst of gunfire rang out, and several Class 8 boys fell to the ground with smoke on their bodies.

Although everyone's marksmanship is very average, their mentality is better than that of the first squad, so the hit rate has improved a lot.

A sharp gunshot rang out from not far behind Zhang Chen, and then, a Class 8 boy fell down.

Zhang Chen knew that it was Lin Ziming's sniper gun, although the other students of Class 8 were still charging feverishly, but he always felt that the battle situation had improved: Tao Jian was leading the team to come, and there was a half-sniper on our side (Zang Zhichao counted half), and it was not certain who would kill the deer!

"Since you want to fight, then come and fight!" Zhang Chen plucked up his courage, roared, picked up his gun, poked out of the bunker, and fired at the charging troops of the eighth class boys.

A few minutes ago, the playing field was in the grove in the south.

"The people of the eighth and eighth classes have attacked! Call the scholars, call the scholars!"

Xie Qin heard Wang Ben's anxious tone, and suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart, he took off the binoculars from his neck, opened the cover and looked into the open space to the north, but the dense trees blocked his vision, and he couldn't see it clearly, only to see the shadowy figure passing by in a noisy manner.

The voice of the pottery note immediately sounded: "Scholar received, don't panic, tell me how many people there are?"

Wang Ben's voice: "It should be the whole class of boys rushing over together!"

Tao Jian's voice: "Is it a squad battle?"

Wang Ben's voice: "No! It's rushing over! I said, it's 'rushing over!' Rushing straight over! Just like what the chief just said! The tactics they adopted were really 'fighting head-on!'"

Xie Qin and the others were taken aback, what is the situation!

Tao Jian's voice: "They left exactly according to our script, this is a good opportunity! The first squad, you resist! The assault team, take advantage of the current detour to the rear to sneak to the top of the mountain, their rear must be defenseless now, move fast!"

Xie Qin faintly felt that since Class 8 dared to launch this tactic of "fighting vigorously head-on", it must be fearless, but I was afraid that it was not as simple as Tao Jian thought. Sure enough, after a while, Wang Ben shouted on the radio: "No, scholar, their offensive is too fierce, we won't be able to last a minute if we continue like this!"

Later, they learned about the fierce fighting on the front line from the radio, and knew that they could not waste the precious time that everyone had bought for their assault team, so they hurried to the front.

Xie Qin was a little worried in his heart, the offensive of the eighth class was much more fierce than that of the sixth class, and he didn't know how long Wang Ben's first line of defense could hold up, and it wouldn't really last more than a minute as he said, right? Come on, Wang Ben! Ding Yixiong! While hurrying away, he secretly cheered up his friends in his heart.

When he walked near Taihang Mountain, Zhang Chen's voice came from the radio: "Call the scholars, call the scholars, the first squad has been wiped out!"