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Chapter 1272 Perfect Interpretation of PEEL Tactics
"Clap clap clap clap..."

The guns of the militants fired, and sawdust flew from the wooden door frame.

The picture is very shocking, in fact, it is useless.

Long Zhan, who had moved two or three meters to the right of the door, fired three shots through the window, and the standard Mozambique knocked him down.

Marcus at the back door was a little more difficult, and the two militants came in together.

After shooting the first militant who came in, the other militant had already reacted, and Marcus couldn't kill it in time.

Because the living militants were holding rifles, the space at the door was too small to lift them up, so they simply used the bodies of their companions as a shield.

He rushed to the sloppy with his companion's body on his back, and grabbed Marcus's gun.

The two hugged each other and wrestled.

Marcus has not lost his marksmanship for many years after retiring from the military, his fighting skills have degraded too much, and his physical strength has also dropped significantly, so he couldn't beat this militant.

He was thrown to the ground violently by the militants, who pinched his neck and tried to strangle him to death.

Fortunately, Marcus has a stronger sense of combat.

He decisively threw away the charged pistol, and while the militant was riding on him and could not see below, he touched his thigh and drew out the dagger.

The dagger pierced upwards at a 45-degree angle, just avoiding the militants' body armor, and pierced it from the waist.

The militant whose kidney had been pierced, lost his strength under the severe pain, was easily turned over by Marcus, and then rolled over and rode on him.

Grab the pistol that fell on the ground, and hit it on the forehead to kill him with a headshot.

The bullet pierced the helmet and entered the temple.

Difficult to deal with these two enemies, Marcus found that it was still too difficult for him to fight in close quarters, and he was no longer what he used to be after retiring.

He was not at the same level as Long Zhan, so he decisively decided to activate the counter trap.

"Memphis, can you hear me?" Marcus called.

"I can hear you, I can hear you, I, I've reached hiding spot No. 2." Memphis replied panting.

"Detonate the bomb immediately, do you hear me?"

"heard it."

Memphis got the order, immediately escaped from the remote control, and pressed 1 and 2 on it in succession.

"Boom~Boom~"

Two corresponding remote-controlled bombs were detonated.

The sound rolled like a thunderbolt from the clear sky, and the blasted soil flew 30 meters high.

The militants who were moving forward in an orderly manner were startled by the sudden two explosions, and the overall structure was instantly broken.

All he wanted was to speed up his pace and rush into the house to kill the target.

As the saying goes:
More haste less speed.

The militants advanced in an orderly manner, and were able to find and avoid the bombs buried on the ground, but they were not bombed so close.

Now that I am so anxious by the bomb, I can't take care of some small details at all.

The result was that the militants who approached the house were caught one after another, either stepping on an anti-personnel mine or triggering a booby trap.

"Bang~ bang~ bang..."

One explosion after another, one after another, overturned the sky.

The militants who touched them were blown upside down. More than 30 elite private troops carefully trained by Johnson were wounded and killed nearly 10.

Taking advantage of the cover of the explosion, Long Zhan comfortably acted as the god of death in the dark.

Facing this group of enemies who were bombed and fled wildly, they shot two shots here and there, and harvested frantically, killing five or six in the blink of an eye.

Marcus on the other side was not idle either, showing his marksmanship as a top sniper.

As long as the enemies locked by his crosshairs, it is impossible to survive. Although the efficiency is not as good as that of Long Zhan, he still killed four in a row.

Memphis, who was in a hidden spot in the distance, also joined in after detonating all the bombs with a frenzy.

He picked up the specially selected Remington 700, and with the help of the pastry's perfect vision, he specially picked the fixed target that was hiding and not moving.

"Bang~"

One shot kills one.

Even wearing body armor is useless, under the .308 Winchester bullet gun, it is as brittle as paper, and it can easily penetrate and pass.

Seeing the more than 30 militants rushing over, they have been cleaned up in sevens and eighties.

There were only less than 10 people left in the end, and they were still hiding in various places to fight against the three of Long Zhan. Given the strength gap between the two sides, the few remaining militants would be killed in a short time.

But right now.

"Beep beep..."

There was the sound of helicopter rotors vibrating in the sky.

Long Zhan looked up in the direction of the sound, and found a black bird helicopter flying towards the farm quickly.

On the outer frames on both sides of the Little Bird helicopter, two militants can be clearly seen on each side.

"Mom D, a mere senator from the Department of Defense, does he have such great energy? This is the army, and it's a fucking helicopter. I know it's in the United States, but I don't know that he thinks it's in Africa."

Long Zhan watched the helicopter getting closer and realized that if they stayed here, they would be in big trouble and had to return to the woods.

So he said on the radio, "Marcus, we have to get out of here."

"I think so."

Marx didn't think that the thin wooden walls and roof of this farm villa could block the machine gun fire, so he said without thinking, "Let's go, hurry up."

"Memphis, we're coming out, give us cover."

Long Zhan first notified Memphis in the distance, and then said to Marcus: "PEEL tactics, OK?"

"OK, you go first," Marcus said.

Long Zhan nodded and stopped the ink stains, bowed his head with his gun in his hand, and rushed out of the gate, heading towards the woods where he came just now.

The remaining militants hiding behind the bunker saw Long Zhan rushing out of the house, and immediately shot.

"Da da da da..."

The bullets fired chased Long Zhan, leaving a row of craters behind him.

"Bang~"

A bullet from Memphis headshot one of the outcropping militants.

"Clap clap clap..."

The bullet fired by Marcus through the window pinned down the other two militants.

Long Zhan ran forward for more than ten meters, hid behind an abandoned truck and set up a gun, taking over Marcus's position to suppress the militants.

Marcus, who had freed his hands, rushed out of the house and ran all the way towards the woods.

After crossing the dragon battle, he didn't stop, but continued to run forward for more than ten meters, and when he reached the fence around the farm, he turned around and opened fire to suppress it.

Long Zhan stopped firing, turned around and ran back, changing magazines while running.

The two of them adopted the PEEL tactic in this way, perfectly matched with each other, quickly evacuated the dangerous house, and came to the outermost edge of the farm.

This is the advantage of tacit understanding!

but.

The danger is not over.

At this time, the helicopter also flew over, and the four militants sitting on the helicopter attacked Long Zhan and Marcus from the air.

(End of this chapter)