Rise of the Wasteland

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Night began to fall, and the ruins of the residential area became dark. There were no worms or noises in the cold night, but the bitter chill that the cold wind poured into the neckline.

Richard, the firing commander of the Aurora Corps, lies under an abandoned vehicle. He spent several hours using an engineer's shovel to cut a shallow pit as a shelter on the cold ground so that he and the deputy shooter could hide. go with.

To protect himself, a few millimeters thick steel plate was laid on the shallow pit, leaving only a small observation firing hole. An m107a2 large caliber sniper rifle protrudes from the hole, and the barrel is also covered with rags for camouflage.

For concealment, a matching muffler is mounted on the muzzle and a special infrared sight is used to achieve the effect of concealing and killing the enemy.

As the shooting instructor, Richard this time personally followed the commander to Baltimore and served as an observer for a sniper team. Beside him is a young Mexican guy acting as a shooter.

The vision of the sniper team was not good, and the two did not choose to be in the corridor of the house: "directly in front, there is a moving object under the No. 3 marker, destroy it."

The No. 3 marker is a corner. This is a trap that was intentionally left when constructing the position. It looks like a shelter that can be accommodated, but it is actually in the oblique firing range of the sniper team. The shooter slightly adjusted the muzzle, but the infrared night vision on the gun body box saw a very ordinary background.

It's a 'zombie'. It keeps its temperature to a minimum. It's hard to find it when you look in the sight. Wearing camouflage, it turned towards a slow moving piece of turf. But there was no hay under that corner.

After aiming steadily, the shooter adjusted his breath and pulled the trigger while he was exhaling. The large caliber m107a2 made a loud noise, and a recoil came from the butt, but the sound of the gun that should have been deafening was greatly weakened by the special muffler, and even the muzzle flame became smaller.

The warhead at five o'clock flew out of the muzzle and hit the target's head in an instant. The dry and ugly brain instantly disintegrated and shattered. A pack of pussy-like liquid spattered and died.

"Changing places," Richard ordered.

Frequent firing positions change, which is the survival principle of the sniper team. But when the two were about to move, they heard a dull sound from a few hundred meters away, and a large-caliber mortar shell fell in front of the cover of the Richard's sniper team every three or four seconds.

"Get down." Richard quickly held down the archer's head, and both of them drew their heads into their bunkers and dared not move. While they were not moving, the enemy's artillery shells continued to smash in one after another, and the scrapped car as a cover above the sniper bunker was torn apart a few times.

"Instructor, what shall we do?" The young shooter was young and was bombed by several shells. The violent sound blew his soul away. The joy of hitting the goal just now is gone, and I almost cried to find my mother.

"Keep on your stomach, we still have a steel plate on our bunker." Richard shouted, and at this time, only the bones that were blown away would be lost. But he didn't know why a shot would cause such firepower retaliation. Is that zombie just a bait?

The steel plate on the bunker was only five or six millimeters thick. It was originally a safety door of the bank and was removed to increase protection for Richard. However, if the steel plate of this thickness encounters a bullet, it is okay to say that if it is hit by a shell, it will be torn apart.

"Hell! Why do these mutants have such a strong firepower?" Richard himself yelled. He could probably guess that the enemy was using a mortar of 120 millimeters, and that it was probably from a national. I got it from the guard camp.

I do n’t know if it is unlucky or lucky. The abandoned vehicle that was originally used as a cover was blown into a twisted frame. Instead, a pile of scrap iron turned into a shield to block the steel plate of the bunker, weakening the power of large-caliber shells. However, the pile of scrap iron weighed several hundred kilograms, and the two of them were trapped in the bunker and they couldn't get out.

"Damn." As soon as the gunfire stopped, Richard wanted to push the steel plate away. As a result, the steel plate didn't move, and the two couldn't shift their positions. At this time, gunfire sounded throughout the preset positions, and no one was free to rescue. He only shouted to the shooter: "Get on your nerves and clear all the targets in front, otherwise we will be dead."

The young Mexican shooter also knows that things are big. If the two do not persist in the final victory, they must be eaten into the stomach by the mutants and become poop. You should know that those hunger-crazed monsters are never picky eaters, and there is no psychological pressure on eating corpses.

The m107a2 was erected again. The shooter put his eyes on the infrared sight, and immediately saw several large mutants holding machine guns, snarling and rushing in quickly, much faster than the 100-meter flying man, almost Blinking forward in a blink of an eye.

With the mutant's big man, the shooter does not need to aim, and the sight is pulled over the opponent and the trigger is pulled. And he was too late to see the results, and quickly adjusted his muzzle aim like other storming targets.

The mutant's explosive power is ten times that of ordinary people ~ www.readwn.com ~ The violent force pushes them to rush to the core position of the preset position in more than ten seconds. This speed was completely beyond everyone's expectations, and even Zhou Qingfeng was caught by surprise.

With a passage of more than 300 meters, these savage guys ran over like a gust of wind. And while they are running, they use accurate shooting to suppress the fire point of the action team. These guys are indeed the best fighters. Although they are ugly and dying, their physical fitness and control ability are unparalleled.

"Fast fire!" This head-to-head matchup became heated in an instant, and Richard had a self-defense short-barreled assault rifle, but he could use the rulings of 223 and calibre to take those rough guys to no avail. . The other side was obviously hit as if it were a bite by a mosquito.

Mexican shooters are thankful that the m107a2 in their hands uses 50,000 ammunition, which is much more than ten times more powerful than medium-caliber bullets. And m107a2 is semi-automatic firing. At this moment, you can blast out ten bullets in the magazine with a brain.

Suddenly emptying a magazine, the young Mexican shooter played with a high level of anger, and the mutant team rushed up was shot. Watching the last mutant warrior rush to a position less than ten meters in front of him, he shouted wow while changing magazines, "Come, come, come, see who's killing who?" (Unfinished to be continued.)