The strongest soldier

During the fierce attack, the enemy suddenly launched an attack on the front and rear valleys. It was obvious that they wanted to disrupt everyone's rhythm and undermine everyone's morale. The more difficult it was at this time, the less chaotic it was. Luo Zheng charged while fighting, and put on his M4 rifle, intensively The bullets accurately shot towards the target point, suppressing the exposed firepower, covering the large troops, while roaring: "Hook, charge, beat the hell out of him."

"Understood." Hook also knew that he couldn't relax at this time. What he was fighting for was willpower and determination. The battle was already starting from all sides. Whoever retreats first loses, and whoever breaks through a point first wins. The other three parties have arranged the same troops, plus there are scholars. With the others and the special forces sitting in, Hook was no longer as worried as before, not to mention there was a reserve team, screaming, commanding the team to rush forward and start fighting.

The people in the front were knocked down by the enemy, and the people behind continued to rush forward, killing each other in a desperate manner. Luo Zheng hung at the back of the team and kept sniping at the exposed enemies to reduce the pressure while observing. Looking at the battle situation, I can't figure out why the enemy is doing this. This kind of fighting style that spreads from all directions is too strange.

"Ta-ta-ta!" Countless people rushed up, howling like hungry wolves. The guns in their hands kept ringing, leaving a mess in front of them. The enemy began to retreat in an orderly manner, always keeping a distance of about a hundred meters from everyone, and kept shooting. Luo Zheng's face turned as serious as iron when he saw the lose-lose strategy of killing the armed men of the Huke tribe.

The desperate counterattacks failed to reveal the enemy's strategic intentions. What kind of conspiracy was hidden behind these flourishes? Luo Zheng looked ahead with a cold face and decided to add more firepower to the enemy. He shouted loudly through the headset: " Gardener, lead two teams to advance two hundred meters, be fast, and engage in close combat with the enemy."

"Understood." The gardener agreed without hesitation.

"Hook, organize manned fire cover." Luo Zheng continued to shout.

"Understood." Hook agreed loudly.

After a while, the gardener led two teams to accelerate forward, hunched over and charging like a cheetah running in the forest. The steel gun in his hand was the sharp claw. From time to time, he launched fatal attacks on the enemy in front, completely ignoring the front. The bullets coming from the attack launched a desperate charge.

There was nothing Luo Zheng could do about using the special forces as a death squad. If he didn't expose the enemy's conspiracy, he felt unsure. The strong uneasiness eroded his mind and made him feel extremely uncomfortable. He couldn't help but stop and said to Lan Xue who rushed up: "Come here. Command the attack." As he said that, he leaned against the big tree and panted. The charge just now involved internal injuries. He was a little uncomfortable and needed relief.

"Well, are you okay?" Lan Xue asked with concern.

"It's okay, don't worry, I have to think about what the enemy's plot is?" Luo Zheng whispered.

"Okay." Lan Xue agreed and shouted loudly through the headset: "Now I command, Mountain Eagle, Ghost Hand, hold back the enemy's firepower on both sides. Gardener, let all your people rush for me. Go up and fight the enemy in close combat, Hook, and the men with you also rush up to help, fight the enemy and kill them."

"Yes!" Everyone shouted in unison, speeding up the charge.

The two heavy machine guns did not move and continued to shoot at the enemy in front, covering everyone's charge forward. The enemy did not expect that everyone's attack was so determined. They did not care about a large number of sacrifices or their own life and death. They were completely desperate and could not help but speed up their retreat. , in this way, he inadvertently handed his back to his opponent.

On the battlefield, the battle between the two armies is about courage and willpower. Whoever retreats first and who is passive? The enemy's retreat makes everyone pursue more resolutely. Although the sacrifice is huge, no one can care about it because they are red-blooded. , and soon, the gardener and his men were fighting in close combat with the enemy, while Hook and his men were firing cold shots from the outside.

The enemy's strength in the middle area was only fifty. The other fifty were scattered on both sides and were entangled by mountain eagles and ghost hands. They were unable to come up to help. Half of them had been lost in continuous battles, and the remaining twenty were destroyed. The craftsman's men caught up, and the gardener's fifty or so men also lost a few. Two against one, the situation was advantageous.

"Rumble!" Suddenly, a terrifying sound of propeller rotation came from the sky. Luo Zheng's face changed drastically. He quickly looked up and saw that it was an Apache helicopter gunship. He suddenly understood that the enemies were on all sides, just like trying to detect everyone. The deployment of troops, the real killer move is Apache, but, how did Apache fly here? Can surrounding countries agree? But now was not the time to pursue this issue. He became furious and shouted: "Quickly, fight with the enemy, Hook, let the air defense reserve team bring rockets to destroy the helicopter."

There is an anti-aircraft team in the reserve team, more than a hundred people, all equipped with anti-aircraft weapons, and dozens of RPGs. Hook also discovered the helicopter, and his expression changed drastically. If the helicopter was allowed to attack, no one in the entire tribe would survive, so he stopped quickly. Come down, pick up the walkie-talkie and contact your own air defense reserve team.

The Apache quickly flew over and circled arrogantly in the air. When Luo Zheng saw it flying towards him, his expression suddenly changed. He looked for a big tree to hide himself, and shouted through the headset: "Quickly , fighting with the enemy, hiding on the spot before it was too late."

"All!" The Apache airborne M230 chain gun began to show its power. It was fired from the cannon with a 30 mm caliber at a terrifying muzzle velocity of 808 meters per second. The helicopter was only 500 meters high, which was just within the muzzle velocity range. Inside, the terrifying impact directly broke the tree as big as a bowl.

What's even more terrifying is that this kind of machine gun fires at a speed of 1,000 rounds per minute. Wherever it passes, it is like plowing a hole and hitting the ground. A huge bullet hole appears on the ground and hits the tree. The tree is not hit. Breaking means that a huge bullet hole appears in the human body, and the person is directly cut into two pieces, and no one survives.

The Apache flew over everyone's heads in a majestic manner, and the ground was in a mess, as if it had been swept by a tornado. The only difference was that after the tornado passed by, there was nothing on the ground, and everything was swept away. After the Apache passed, the ground was covered with blood and flesh. There is no one injured or moaning in the sky. If you get shot, you will definitely be killed.

Luo Zheng hid behind a big tree. He felt the tree trembling and shaking from being hit by bullets. He couldn't help being frightened. His face turned livid and he huddled up to reduce his attack surface. The terrifying sonic boom of the bullet shocked his mind. He was so confused that his thinking almost stopped.

Soon, the Apache flew over the head in a majestic manner and attacked elsewhere. Luo Zheng's face was cold and his eyes were wide open. He stared at the Apache flying away and roared: "Catch up with me, and The enemy fought hard.”

"Fight it." Everyone roared angrily. Apache had taken the lives of too many brothers. Everyone was angry. They howled and screamed like injured tigers, rushing out of the bunker and rushing towards the enemy.