The strongest mercenary across the line of fire

The Norwegian soldiers rushing in were completely in the formation of a positional charge. The entire army lined up and charged at the hill, and the open space instantly turned into a khaki ocean of the Norwegian army, sending out a deafening roar.

"Da da da..." Hundreds of guns sprayed out angry flames, and fired wildly at the mountain where Zhao Ziyang and the others were located, trying to beat them into sieves one after another.

"avoid!"

"Keng Keng Keng..." The dense bullets formed an impenetrable rain of bullets, which ruthlessly poured down on the top of the hill.

Stone chips were flying, dust was flying, and the entire mountain was covered by warheads, making it impossible for people to poke their heads out to fight back.

The power of the group charge was clearly revealed at this time. The superiority in numbers made the Norwegian soldiers rush forward like an armored vehicle. They used the rifles in their hands to form the most effective defense against damage, and Zhao Ziyang and the others fell into the abyss of death that they could not get out of.

He could only obediently lay down his body, listened to the explosion in his ears, and endured the flying stone chips hitting him head and face.

"Keng Keng Keng..." Groups of flames exploded on the bulletproof steel plate, leaving behind white marks wiped out by bullet marks.

"Come on, come on!" roared from Omo's mouth. He set up the M134 six-barreled heavy machine gun, and with the protection of the steel plate, he fired wildly at the Norwegian soldiers in the open field.

"Da da da..." The six gun barrels sprayed out a continuous flame, and the yellow bullets jumped out from the gunshots, forming a rain of bullets and piling up at Omo's feet.

It accumulated deeper and deeper, covering the soles of Omo's feet in a short period of time, making a crunching sound under the friction of the soles of the feet.

The M134, known as the Vulcan Cannon, has its unique and distinctive features. There is no doubt that when it is condescending and charging on the flat ground of the group, it will fully exert its power and become the most powerful weapon to dominate the battlefield. sharp weapon.

The rate of fire of [-] rounds per minute is equivalent to one white hair per second. The muzzle of the gun moves at an angle of [-] degrees in one second. When extended to a distance of a thousand meters, it is equivalent to one shot in one second. A hundred rounds of bullets were completely poured on the battlefield, completely covering the Norwegian soldiers in the rain of bullets.

"Puff puff..." The Norwegian soldiers rushing in the front row fell down, and the soldiers behind who couldn't stop and continued to charge fell down again.

The 7.62mm caliber warhead mercilessly pierced through the bodies of Norwegian soldiers, taking away young and fresh lives one after another.

An M134 withstood the group charge of the Norwegian soldiers. The depth of a kilometer away and the open space of 400 meters wide were enough for the M134 to play and roar to its heart's content.

"Da da da..." The frustrated Norwegian soldier pulled the trigger and concentrated his firepower on the furious firepower point on the hill.

They must destroy this firepower point, otherwise it will be impossible to move an inch.The distance is too far, and the range of gun-fired grenades is not enough. The Norwegian army is lightly loaded and does not have any large weapons to use. They can only use rifles in their hands.

"Papa..." The bullets rained down on the protective steel plate of the M134, covering the entire steel plate.

The moment the warhead made contact with the steel plate, a stream of sparks burst out, making the steel plate look like a burning shield, igniting the never-ending rage of both sides.

"Special soldiers, help me!" Omo roared, using his polar bear-like body to firmly resist the bulletproof steel plate that fell backwards.

Hundreds of bullets fell on the steel plate continuously, and even Omo couldn't support the powerful penetrating force, and the body that stood against the steel plate had to bear all the force after the offset part of the steel plate.Each bullet hit the steel plate like a hammer, and then rushed into Omo's body.

If you can't imagine this kind of power, you can imagine the feeling of hitting a book on your chest with a hammer.Besides, it's not the chest, but a layer of books covering the whole body, and it's hitting you violently with countless hammers non-stop.It is conceivable what kind of feeling that is, it is definitely not something his wife can bear!

"Ah! Ah!..." Omo had a painful expression on his face, and he let out a loud cry.

The muscle strips on his neck coiled ferociously again, the thick veins on his forehead bulged, and his body almost swelled, showing that he had tried his best.

"Scytheman!" Zhao Ziyang yelled at the Sickleman.

The two crawled over close to the ground, and used their shoulders to firmly hold the bulletproof steel plate that was about to be invaded by the warhead.

It must be resisted, and now only this bulletproof steel plate can help them delay.Without this bulletproof steel plate weighing several hundred kilograms, Omo would not be able to launch firepower to block the charge of the Norwegian army, and would not be able to create opportunities for Swart and Blade to kill the defenders behind him.

Under the rain of bullets, people can't even lift their heads, and they can't hit them at all.

Zhao Ziyang and Scytheman, who had just replaced Omo to hold the steel plate, were shaken violently at the same time, their chests tumbling, and blood was about to spurt out.

Countless warheads continuously covered the steel plate, and this force was overwhelming and difficult to resist.

"Shoot!" Zhao Ziyang stared wide-eyed, let out a roar from his chest, and pushed the steel plate forward with all his strength, making Omo continue to shoot in coverage.

"Da da da da..." M134 spewed out violent flames again, sweeping towards the Norwegian soldiers who broke through the kilometer limit in an instant.

As Omo fired again, the Norwegian soldiers immediately lay down on the ground and continued to charge forward by crawling forward.The pressure on the steel plate was relaxed, causing Zhao Ziyang and the sickle hand to take a deep breath.

"Bang! Bang!" Taking this opportunity, Swart and Dao Feng, who had climbed over the hill, found a cover, and with the power of the two, they sniped at the defender's mercenary at the rear, dragging the defender's footsteps.

"Special soldiers, we can't hold on for long, we must find a way!" Dao Feng shouted at Zhao Ziyang, lowering his head to avoid a sniper warhead shot by the defenders from down the mountain.

"Keng!"

A corner of the mountain rock was knocked off, and the broken stone splashed fiercely towards Dao Feng's face, blurring the flesh and blood pierced on half of his cheek.

"Hold on to the top of the mountain! If you die, you will hold on to the top of the mountain!" Zhao Ziyang gritted his teeth and roared, his entire left shoulder was completely numb from the shock.

At this moment, holding on to the top of the mountain is their only hope for survival. This hope comes from Angel, who can definitely hear such dense gunshots.All that needs to be done now is to guard or guard, waiting for Angel's rescue.

"Change the belt!" Omo yelled loudly, and the M134 in his hand turned off immediately.

Almost at the moment when the M134 was turned off, the bulletproof steel plate became a super hammer composed of countless hammers again, smashing towards Zhao Ziyang and the scytheman.

With a "poof", Zhao Ziyang spat out a mouthful of blood unbearably, and shook his body backwards.As he swayed, the steel plate immediately collapsed backwards, and it seemed that this half would not be able to hold it.

"Roar!" Zhao Ziyang, whose mouth was full of blood, let out a violent roar, his feet firmly planted on the ground, and he used his back to hold the steel plate firmly.

"puff!"

The sickle hand on the other side of the iron plate also spewed out a mouthful of blood. He chose the same action as Zhao Ziyang, pressed his shoulders against the steel plate, and let the pain like beating come from his back.

"Damn, how long will it take!" Scytheman asked Omo loudly, his eyes fixed on the undefended air above the steel plate.

"Swish, swish..." Warheads flew over their heads one by one, forming a dense net of bullets.

Zhao Ziyang also saw it, and saw it more clearly. He saw the high temperature carried by the bullets break through the air and whizzed past.

"Okay!" Omo, who lowered his head and stretched out his hands, finally put on the ammunition belt, and started shooting wildly again.

And the tens of seconds that the belt was loaded made Zhao Ziyang and the sickle hand feel like a long, long time. Their bodies were in a state of numbness, and all internal organs were seriously injured.When the bulletproof steel plate relieved the pressure again, the two felt a burst of relief, and after the relief, a sweet smell rose up their throats, and they spurted out a mouthful of reverse blood again.

"Da da da..." Gatling roared again, and the warheads poured down on the Norwegian soldiers.

It's just that this round of strafing was not of much use. The Norwegian soldiers lying on the ground avoided a large number of bullets. They were not fools. After the initial setback, they immediately realized that there was only one machine gun fire point on the hill.

The firepower point is M134, and M134 has a fatal weakness while highlighting its huge power, that is the problem of ammunition.Ammunition is consumed extremely quickly, and it is impossible for the opponent to prepare hundreds of thousands of bullets to support this Vulcan cannon.

The implementation is indeed the case. Omo's body can carry 134 bullets, but how long can the 3 bullets last?Based on the theoretical rate of fire of [-] rounds per minute, it would only consume more than three minutes. In addition, these guns were all modified by Pandora, and the most advantageous rate of fire of the M[-] was improved again, and the consumption was only three minutes.

At this time, Omo replaced the second ammunition belt, and there was the last ammunition belt left by his side. All the bullets added up were less than [-] rounds, which meant that they could only hold on for more than a minute.

But a minute or so was far from enough. It took a lot of time until Angel came to the rescue from the start of the battle. They had to persist for another 10 minutes, or they would all die here if they couldn't wait for the rescue.

Don't even think about retreating, there are bare mountains on the east and west sides, and there is no road at all.This is a lonely road. The lonely road is the most suitable for ambushes, but it is also the easiest to be ambushed. Once you are dumped, you will definitely die.

As the shell casings continued to slide down, Omo put on the last ammunition chain and waited quietly, preparing to use the last round of absolute firepower to kill a few more Norwegian soldiers, which can be regarded as getting Ben back.

The bodies of Zhao Ziyang and Scytheman were reaching their limits, and they really couldn't resist the heavy bulletproof steel plates. Now they could only straighten their bodies to form a support, using their flesh as the steel plate to make a support.

Swart and Blade were also in a stalemate. They were sniping and counter-sniping with the defender mercenaries behind them, and the situation was very critical.

The core elite force of the defenders dispatched in full force has almost the same military quality as them. In this case, the large number of people naturally has an absolute advantage.If it weren't for Swart and Blade's condescension, it would be difficult to stop the defender colonel and the others.

"Damn it, I can't hold it anymore, these bastards are too powerful!" Dao Feng cursed fiercely, and there was a burst of muscle twitching on his bloody cheeks, which was caused by pain nerves.

"puff!"

The sound of the bullet piercing the flesh came out, followed by Swart's painful groan.A heavy sniper round pierced Swart's right chest, knocking him heavily to the ground.

"Swart was shot, rescue!" Daofeng roared, and threw his head down at Swart, covering his wound with his right hand.

Swart, who was torn open by a sniper bullet on his right chest with a fist-sized wound, was in pain. His body twitched uncontrollably, and he bit his lip tightly to prevent himself from screaming.

Blood gushed out from the wound, staining half of his body red.

"Hold on! Hold on!" Blade pressed Swart's wound while pulling out a hemostatic bandage to quickly bandage him, and then took out a morphine for intravenous injection.

"boom!"

At this moment, the sound of grenade firing boomed, and the defenders fired grenades at them from bottom to top.

"Evade! Evade! Evade!" Zhao Ziyang roared with his bloodshot eyes wide open.

There was a loud "boom", the grenade fell on the hilltop and made a violent explosion sound, the broken rocks and shrapnel flew across, and Dao Feng's body was thrown heavily to Zhao Ziyang.

But the bombardment of the grenade on the hill was not over, and the hill was instantly surrounded by artillery fire, and the lurkers fell into a catastrophe.