Game of Destiny: This player is different

Time is like people's stomach.

For the poor who eat bran and drink porridge, it is as slow as constipation.

But for the rich who are full of fat, it is as fast as diarrhea.

In a blink of an eye, it was dawn.

After a long journey all night, the muscle car and the blue pickup truck

broke sharply when crossing the highway.

The tires made a harsh friction and scratched the ground with several car marks.

The two cars did not continue to move forward,

but quickly turned the front of the car into a small bush.

Chris jumped out of the car first, looking into the distance with an anxious face.

In the sight, the survivors' camp came into view clearly.

But compared with when they left, it had become dilapidated.

Smoke was everywhere, broken walls and ruins,

The first line of defense made of steel frames and wires was full of holes.

Several figures lay behind the second line of defense, firing a few shots from the battlements from time to time.

Opposite them,

is a temporary defense line.

With a 9-meter-long tank as the center,

a six-wheel truck and an armored vehicle are on the left and right.

You can see that

more than 20 militants in wild clothes are hiding behind the bunkers and shooting at each other with guns.

What is strange is that

they obviously have an advantage in weapons and equipment, but they did not choose to drive the vehicle to rush in.

Instead, they adopted a conservative approach.

"It's armed thugs! Damn it, they are attacking the camp."

Chris spat fiercely,

turned over and found two assault rifles and more than a dozen magazines from the muscle car, and was about to drive over.

"Calm down."

Yan Shuihan hurriedly stopped him and whispered:

"Didn't you see the six-wheel truck lying at the entrance of the camp?

It means that your people have withstood a round of attacks and even forced the thugs back."

After this reminder,

Chris woke up and looked at the distance again.

As Yan Shuihan said,

A six-wheeled truck with a skull logo painted on the carriage overturned and fell at the gate of the camp.

It seems that when the thugs first drove to attack the camp, the leading truck was blown up by explosives.

The passage was blocked, and the subsequent tanks and armored vehicles could not move forward.

After finding that they could not force their way through the fortifications composed of abandoned vehicles,

they had no choice but to retreat a hundred meters away, preparing to slowly kill the survivors in the camp.

"But I remember there were no mines in the camp..."

Chris scratched his head,

not understanding how the group managed to get a military truck.

Yan Shuihan rolled his eyes,

thinking that it didn't necessarily need mines to blow it up, people could also get under the car.

But in that case, the person carrying the explosives would definitely not survive.

She didn't make it clear, and waved her hand for everyone to gather together to discuss countermeasures.

The campsite must be saved, otherwise it will be troublesome if it is shot down by the thugs, causing the main mission to fail. But how to save it? "We only have two cars, and there are three civilians." Yan Shuihan looked at the blue-skinned woman who was huddled in the back seat and trembling timidly: "Considering that the ammunition in the camp can't last too long, we have to fight quickly." The white man Han Meimei took up a 40mm rocket launcher and a 12.7mm anti-aircraft machine gun and volunteered: "How about we go around to the back and catch them off guard?" "How far? 1 kilometer? 2 kilometers? Don't forget that the thugs have tanks. If they shoot us down, we will all be finished." Yan Shuihan shook his head slightly and said his own method: "Someone has to drive to attract the other party's attention first, and then the remaining personnel will take the opportunity to attack and try to defeat the enemy in one fell swoop." The implication is that a warrior with good driving skills and courage is needed. Everyone looked at each other and cast their eyes on Lu Renjia. Don't you brag that your driving skills are comparable to Fujiwara Takumi?

Now it's your turn to perform, don't be afraid and hurry up.

Lu Renjia's face immediately turned red and he refused.

What a joke, this job is no different from committing suicide.

No, everyone draw lots.

Just when the six newbies were arguing and no one was willing to take on this important task,

"I'll do it."

Chris lit a cigarette and took two deep puffs.

Then he put out the cigarette butt,

He resolutely got into the driver's seat of the muscle car, started the engine and rushed towards the armed thugs' defense line.

Soon the enemy discovered the four-wheeled car coming at a high speed, and hurriedly turned the gun muzzle to spray bullets.

Chris looked at the rain of bullets and stepped on the accelerator to the maximum.

The tires of the muscle car spun wildly,

The strong grip made the whole car sprint straight like a wild horse.

At this moment,

he was like Don Quixote challenging the windmill,

fearless and courageous, moving forward.

When he was about to be hit by the rain of bullets,

he decisively turned the steering wheel to let the car dodge flexibly in an S-shaped motion.At the same time, the six newbies did not stand there in a daze.

They all carried guns and cannons and marched quietly around the side and rear of the thugs.

When they were in range,

they suddenly appeared and opened fire, aiming at the thugs who showed their heads and launched a surprise attack.

After the battle of Bayerhaize, they were no longer rookies who had never touched a gun.

Lying down, kneeling, standing,

they mastered the simplest rifle postures.

And they learned to flexibly change and adjust according to the actual situation to achieve the best effect.

For a while, guns roared, bullets flew, and the fighting was very lively.

The survivors of the camp who were struggling to hold on heard the sound of the exchange of fire and looked out boldly.

When they saw the muscle car with a very coquettish movement, they showed joy in their eyes.

It was Chris.

He was still like before, always appearing at the critical moment.

Jeff, the young sentry who had shown goodwill to the players, collapsed weakly on the wall of the bunker.

Fortunately, fortunately Chris came.

If the fight continues, we really won't be able to hold on.

In order to stop the thugs, the camp has almost used up all its ammunition stocks.

If the fight continues, everyone can only fight with stones and crossbows.

Jeff exhaled heavily,

turned his head and looked at the military truck that had overturned at the gate.

At that time, the car was about to break through the checkpoint.

If Bernard hadn't carried the explosive pack and crawled under the car, the camp would have been captured by the thugs.

"I didn't expect that the man who was full of foul language and had his eyes on the caravan was willing to sacrifice himself..."

Jeff scratched his hair and wondered why I didn't have that courage.

Just when the boy was angry,

suddenly there was a thunderous sound, which shook the surrounding ground.

The sentries who were firing from behind the fortifications could not help but shout,

"Chris was shot!"

"Damn it, those thugs hit Chris with a cannon!"

"Oh my God, get out of the way, get out of the way, the barrel is pointing at us!"

Amid screams and exclamations,

the 105mm rifled cannon fired another shell,

which landed directly on the second line of fortifications in the camp.

Instantly, iron sheets flew and cement spurted,

accompanied by a loud explosion,

two broken bodies drew an arc in the air and fell heavily.

"No——"

Jeff's eyes widened, and he was about to raise his gun to fight back.

But he was hit on the head by a stone and fainted directly.

The thugs seemed to be serious,

abandoning their original plan,

and preparing to completely destroy this camp that seemed to have a lot of money.

The tank barrel continued to turn, aiming at the side and rear.

But before destroying the camp,

they still had to shoot down a few rats that dared to challenge them.

The muzzle spewed flames and roared again.

Die!

"All dead."

Qin Nuo hummed a little tune,

packed up the pile of fungal corpses and threw them into the world in the painting.

Then he straddled the Dodge Tomahawk and rushed to the survivors' camp.

He had a hunch that

something was going to happen to his batch of goods.