Rise of the Wasteland

After more than a dozen soldiers died, Major Fleming realized that it was not safe to turn off the lights and lights in the dark. "Hunting" network www. ΔLieWen. CCs have repeatedly reported attacks in the woods on both sides of the road.

"The attacker was covered in blood, and he used a bayonet to kill three soldiers under my command."

"Every time he approached us silently and silently. My men are now hiding in the woods, and they dare not even breathe loudly. That guy can determine our position with only a little voice."

"Major, drive the lights. Without lighting, our soldiers are in extreme fear."

Company platoon officers kept reporting that the devil in the dark only attacked one target at a time, but was born in a different direction each time. No one knows exactly how many attackers are hiding in the dark, and now the ban on turning off the lights has been abolished, and no one wants to die.

"Hell, if the enemy had a mortar, they could kill you **** one by one." Major Fleming was really angry. In such a dark night, is it not the light that lights up to make the enemy come to attack yourself?

But when the major commander rushed to ask the soldiers to turn off the lighting fixtures such as flashlights, he also saw several bodies dragged from the woods.

Cut his throat with a stab, and his death was terrible.

The killed soldier apparently struggled before he died, but was killed without warning his companions. Their final distorted expressions all showed the immense horror they were experiencing.

"Damn, who is attacking us?" Major Fleming couldn't help but be afraid, he simply hid in a 'greydog' armored reconnaissance vehicle and used the armor of the vehicle body to protect himself. The headlights in front of the car bring great comfort.

Where there is light, the devil should never dare to appear.

Soon the lights of the entire convoy turned on, and the officers realized that they were in a dangerous position, and quickly drove the vehicle to leave. They must get rid of the entanglement and look for an uncovered place with a wide field of vision, in order to have the advantage of military power and firepower.

"Damn asshole, come out for me." Major Fleming personally controlled the Greyhound's artillery, and the turret aimed at the side of the road, ready to fire at any time.

The mountainous terrain of northern North Korea is accompanied by dense forests, and the lights on the roadside trees illuminate the trees, creating a variety of light and shadow shaking, but it is also difficult to see the scene in the forest. All of them were very nervous. They didn't move forward at all this time, but instead turned around and retreated.

The stupid path rushed forward, and such a stupid Major Fleming would not do it. He already knew that he was meeting his opponent, and the army might be setting a trap waiting for himself.

After all, the battlefield environment is complex now, and the Nanba Army is no longer able to form a tight line of defense. The attack on regiment supplies shows that there are many loopholes on the battlefield that can be drilled. At this moment, Major Fleming couldn't help but regret it-knowing that the army would attack aggressively, it should not be too far away from the main force.

After the team changed to the front team, the first twist and run. This South Battalion company wanted to find a suitable place to build a strong position. Everyone felt that maybe they should wait for dawn before going to the regiment supply station. Hopefully the supplies will still be there at that time.

But the back team ran out two hundred meters, and there was a loud noise. A leading personnel carrier exploded. Just like the situation before the attack, the car was exploded and set off a fire, which was extremely conspicuous in the night.

"Damn, this is a big trouble." The moment Major Fleming saw the flames soar, his heart immediately fell down like a lead. He didn't move forward because he was worried that there was still an ambush, but now he really looked down on the attacker in the dark.

The sly, ghost-like guy actually laid at least two mines. He let the Nanba team pass the first minefield and then detonated the second minefield. The first minefield was detonated when Major Fleming realized that something was wrong and wanted to run, and the whole team was trapped.

"The situation is critical, we must leave here." Major Fleming's forehead began to sweat, and he now really regretted that he came out too recklessly and slammed into the enemy's ambush.

When the major said that he was going to "leave", the driver of m8 "grey dog" immediately drove into the wreckage of a burning truck. At this time, only the seven or eight ton armored reconnaissance vehicle could get up to push the wreckage away, creating a way for the convoy to escape.

The machine guns and turrets on the Greyhound were firing. Major Fleming personally fired artillery and fired continuously into the dark woods on both sides of the road. He knew it wouldn't do much, but he heard a louder sound than nothing.

Looking at his boss firing, the soldiers underneath did not break the gun. But just after Major Fleming bombarded a few thirty-seven millimeter shells, he suddenly felt a warm liquid splashing on his head and neck.

With a splash, the machine gunner standing on the open turret fell down and fell into the turret. Major Fleming wiped his blood on his face, and the light inside the turret made it clear that the neck of the machine gunner was half missing, and it seemed that he was shot.

The machine gunman was dying, his hands were covering his wound on his neck, his eyes stared at Major Fleming, who was close at hand, and his mouth was speechless with blood bubbles. Blood splattered out from the gap in the neck and emerged from the gap between the fingers, soon infecting him.

"Who the **** is attacking us?" Major Fleming was both sick and deeply afraid. He shouted to the driver: "For God's sake, leave this ghost place quickly."

The m8 'gray dog' kept hitting the wrecked truck wreck with full force, and finally pushed it to the side of the road. But after a few runs, the driver was seeing nothing in front of him. He exclaimed suddenly: "Our headlights are broken. Someone knocked out our headlights."

Without headlights, driving in the dark mountains is killing. There are a lot of slopes and cliffs in the broken road here, and you should fall into it without paying attention ~ www.readwn.com ~ Let the cars behind lead the way. Major Fleming was also anxious, and quickly called out a truck on the radio.

The truck went up a hundred meters, a grenade flying from the road smashed open the window and threw it into the cab, then exploded in the driver's exclamation. The driver was killed alive and the car could not drive.

The entire team immediately fired violently at the place where the bombs could be dropped, and Major Fleming blasted over a dozen shells in one go. But when the manic fire stopped, the whole dark battlefield was dead again.

Major Fleming looked out through the observation hole of the Greyhound turret, crying in his heart, "Is that **** who attacked us dead?"

Dead or dead, do n’t you know if you try it?

Another truck was taken to the front as a dead ghost to lead the way, and Major Fleming even forced dozens of soldiers out of the car to alert the leading car. As a result, the team ran more than a hundred meters like the snail climbed, and a bullet came at a long distance, and hit the driver under the guidance of the bright lights of the car.

This time the team stopped again, and Major Fleming was completely crazy. (To be continued.)