The strongest supreme soldier

Chapter 89 Brutal Battle

Lin Feng leaned against the corner of the wall, trying to breathe calmly.

It has been more than two hours since they were besieged.

For these two hours, the battle was extremely cruel.

Not to mention the opponent's powerful firepower, it would be difficult for them to support them with only several times their own strength.

Especially just after entering, the three jeeps were reduced to ashes. If the opponent's rockets were shot at them, they might not be able to resist it for two hours.

"Dog, count the number of people!"

After repelling another round of attacks from the opponent, wiping the blood off his face, Lin Feng shouted at Gouzi.

The most terrifying thing about this battle is that the opponent has a powerful sniper. Lin Feng tried to find the opponent several times, but he couldn't find him.

A bullet flew past his cheek, if not for his good luck, he might have been killed.

"Three people were killed and five people were seriously injured. Everyone is dying!"

Gouzi wiped the sweat off his face, these two hours seemed like years to them.

In addition to Junzi who was shot dead before, two other comrades died in the hands of the unpredictable sniper.

"Count the ammo!"

Lin Feng clenched his fists tightly. He is the captain and the sniper of the team.

But now not only can't find the other party's position, but also can't protect his comrades. His eyes are bleeding and he said to his comrades.

"One magazine, two magazines for the pistol, the grenade is used up..."

"Ten rounds. The pistol is finished..."

"I'm out of ammo!"

……

After counting, there are only six people who can still fight, and all the grenades are consumed, and there are not many rifle bullets left.

After all, it was the first time they encountered such a fierce battle, not to mention them, even Lin Feng was a little dazed.

There was only one clip left in the sniper rifle, and the situation on the enemy side was obviously better than theirs.

Maybe they killed more people than themselves, but it can be seen that those are just cannon fodder.

A few of the firepower points appear and disappear from time to time, and that is the real master.

"Transfer the wounded upstairs and bring them in to fight!"

The remaining ammunition can no longer be consumed, and they have lost contact with the headquarters, and they don't know when they will be rescued.

Fortunately, the place here is not small enough for them to use in indoor warfare. Lin Feng hastily ordered that the three sacrificed soldiers be temporarily placed in a hidden place on the first floor, and everyone moved upstairs.

Bullets were shot from almost all directions, and grenades were thrown into it from time to time.

Looking at the continuously upward firepower, a guy with a sniper rifle in the dark sneered.

He is the bloody godfather who ranks ninth in the military king spectrum, and this is what he wants as an eight-star master.

"They have already gone upstairs as planned!"

In the headset, a pure British accent reported that the whole trap involved more than [-] people, but the real backbone besides the bloody godfather, there were three direct subordinates, all of whom were veterans who had participated in the war in Afghanistan.

"Very well, Nighthawk continues to use firepower to suppress, coyote and leopard, you touch it for me, remember, we must capture the leader alive, we will make a fortune if we get the chip, as for the others, don't bother." Let it go, absolutely no one will know that we did it!"

The bloody godfather squinted his eyes, and his face was slashed with cunning.

If it wasn't for the chip, he wouldn't deliberately leak the ambush circle and leave the building behind. According to the art of war, this is called inviting the king into the urn.

"Understood, boss, I promise to catch that kid back for you!"

Two thick voices came from the earphones, both of them were veterans with sneer faces.

As a mercenary, I am used to giving myself a code name of a carnivore. First, it is more catchy. After all, most people have very long names. If it is difficult to remember the real name because of different nationalities and languages, it is easier to remember the code name. Second. Now that he has a code name, he also looks a little majestic. With his own personalized tattoo, he has a lot of face in front of women.

Especially those who regard the wound as an honor, they don't wear camouflage uniforms at all, especially the coyote is more than 1.9 meters tall, and he is tall and dark-skinned, wearing only a vest, showing the lumpy flesh all over his body.

With an automatic rifle on his back, he hunched over and quickly moved forward. His bald head reflected light from time to time in the dark.

On the other hand, Leopard is short in stature and moves quickly. Unlike the coyote walking up the stairs, he kicked his feet and shot the whole person into the window on the second floor.

The two people who turned over and entered were the main players, while the rest of the mercenaries with weapons were just a group of rookies.

"You can go to the meat, remember to leave people to me to kill, it is not for nothing to be a firepower for you!"

Nighthawk held a sniper rifle and kept shooting at the upper windows, overwhelming them with firepower.

With the team's tacit cooperation, a close combat between buildings started in the dark building.

"Bang! Bang! Bang..."

The roar of pistols came from the stairway.

The pistol is the best weapon because of the walls blocking it.

Especially under the huge consumption of bullets, several people guarded the stairs separately, giving everyone a chance to breathe.

Amidst the flashes of gunfire, a figure suddenly shot in from the window, followed by killings spreading across the floors.

"Dog!"

Lin Feng suddenly turned his head, and the opening that was guarding the stairs just now had disappeared without a trace.

Shocked in his heart, he stepped forward and ran forward with the pistol in his hand, ready to shoot at any time.

The surroundings were pitch black, with the sound of bullets roaring in my ears, without any night vision equipment, everything could only rely on perception and the bleak moonlight.

"Let him go!"

When Lin Feng dodged to the back of the wall, he suddenly found that Gouzi had been hugged from behind by a thin guy, and a sharp dagger was pressed against Gouzi's throat.

Gouzi clasped the opponent's arm tightly with both hands to prevent the dagger from piercing in, but it was obviously too late, and the cold dagger drew a bloodstain on his neck.

"Put down your weapon, or your partner will be killed!"

Huabao was already thin and small, and he said with a sneer as he curled up behind Gouzi.

"Squad leader, leave me alone! Get rid of him!"

Gouzi was holding onto the leopard's dagger tightly, but he couldn't break free at all. He squeezed out a few words between his teeth and knew that he was being treated as a meat shield.

"Let him go, I'll let you go!"

Lin Feng gritted his teeth tightly, but with the moonlight outside the window, he couldn't find the shooting position at all.

"I'll give you three counts to think about it. If you don't put down the gun, he will die in front of you!"

The leopard sneered, the pistol's penetrating power could not hit him at all, and the reason for the three numbers was entirely because the tall coyote had already arrived behind Lin Feng and would pounce on him at any time.

(End of this chapter)