The power of the armor-piercing incendiary bomb once again caused two gunmen hiding behind the cover to fall to the ground. After penetrating the cover, the deformed bullet head rolled and hit the human body, causing the blood gushing out of the human body to sputtered out at two meters, and even formed a mass of blood mist that could be seen in the naked eye, and only took a few seconds to slowly dissipate.

Still not deliberately observing the killing effect of the m60 machine gun in his hand, Harbala suddenly rolled in a group, jumped off the back of the roof that was hit by the counterattack bullets, and quickly jumped into the huge trench that was blown out by the broken bullets.

He held the gun with one hand and supported his body with the other hand and crawled forward quickly along the trench. After climbing more than 20 meters away, Harbala took a breath and turned over and set up the m60 machine gun on the edge of the trench.

Looking from the location of Harbala, two gunmen wearing yellow sand combat uniforms were shooting desperately while approaching their injured and fell to the ground, trying to drag their injured companions to a stronger cover and avoid the rain of bullets that could come at any time. A little further away, the warlord armed personnel holding grenade launchers and rocket launchers also began to turn their heads and aim at the room where Harbala had just shot, under the shouting and assignment of gunmen wearing yellow sand combat uniforms.

Without rushing to pull the trigger, Harbala slowly adjusted the direction of the muzzle until one of the gunmen bent down, holding the gun with one hand and dragging the injured companion back to a relatively strong cover with the other. Harbala lowered the muzzle slightly and pulled the trigger at the gunman who rescued his companion.

The shrill scream almost came at the moment after the gunfire sounded. The gunman, who was also interrupted by a powerful machine gun bullet, was pulled to the ground by huge kinetic energy, and the automatic rifle in his hand was even dropped far away!

After lying down again, Harbala quickly climbed along the trench for more than ten meters before the high-explosive rockets and grenades attacked, and then suddenly jumped up and rushed behind an L-shaped broken wall.

Although he leaned on the ground with his hands and elbows and tried his best to open his mouth, Harbala was still dizzy in a series of huge explosions, and his ears were even buzzing. He shook his head vigorously, Harbala silently counted the number of explosions. When he confirmed that there would be no more rockets and grenades to attack in a short period of time, he just rolled all the way with the already hot m60 machine gun in his arms, and drilled into a concrete wall that was riddled with holes.

Half kneeled, Harbala aimed at the Toyota pickup truck parked behind the armed personnel with a gun, and suddenly pulled the trigger of the m60 machine gun. With almost no sound of the shooting interval, a Toyota pickup truck was either smoked and fired, or had its tires flattened. In a short period of time, it was no longer possible to track the heavy bulletproof truck that Tang Guoming and others were riding.

Having opened his mouth with satisfaction, Harbala laughed silently, hunched his waist again, and rushed towards another shooting position that he had already seen. And behind Harbala, another round of revenge firepower formed by high-explosive rockets and grenades was already coming...

Taking advantage of the new round of bombardment, several gunmen in yellow sand combat uniforms took the risk of rushing towards their injured companions. After rushing to the injured medical soldier, one of the fastest gunmen did not care about the battlefield rescue rules they accepted on weekdays. They grabbed one of the medical trainers' arms regardless of their care, and dragged them desperately backed towards the shelter closest to them.

The medical soldier who was screaming loudly could not help but screamed, and the broken calves watched as his calves, which had only a trace of flesh and knees, fell down in the stuttering drag, and couldn't help but screamed shrillly: "My legs... take my legs back..."

After falling on his back in a relatively strong cover, the gunman who was dragging the medical staff yelled helplessly and said, "Don't worry about your legs now! If we don't kill that ghost-like machine gunner, we may not be able to save our lives!"

Gasing heavily, the medical soldier who was also overturning on the ground on his back struggled to find a can of hemostatic spray from his backpack and sprayed it straight towards the broken section of his legs: "Where is that guy now? Let those bastards carrying rocket launchers and grenades blow him to death..."

Carefully exposed an eye from the side of the cover and observed the awakening on the battlefield. The gunman who had just rescued the medical soldier still shook his head helplessly: "I can't see him... This guy's movement speed is too fast and his marksmanship is also very accurate..."

Before he finished speaking, a string of armor-piercing incendiary bombs roared on the cover where the medical soldiers were hiding. Although the cover was relatively strong, even the armor-piercing incendiary bombs could not penetrate the cover, the feeling of watching the bullets attacking him made the gunman who had one eye exposed to observe the battlefield environment shudder and quickly retracted back.

Swallowed in horror, the frightened gunman subconsciously grabbed the communicator on his chest and shouted loudly: "Lt. Madison, we have been stopped! Repeat... We have been stopped, there have been casualties..."

Before the terrified gunman could finish his words, Lieutenant Madison's response with a little bit of sin came from the communicator: "I am rushing towards your location, and I am expected to arrive within five minutes! The other party's personnel, firepower?"

The gunman who still looked terrified and grabbed the communicator shouted and replied: "At least one sniper and one machine gunner! The sniper hunted two of us, the machine gunners were always creating wounded, and our cars were all destroyed!"

After a moment of silence in the communicator, Lieutenant Madison responded with a little surprise: "Repeat your communication content! Is it the machine gunner who is creating wounded or snipers?"

"I repeat - there was at least one sniper and one machine gunner! The sniper hunted two of us, the machine gunner was always creating wounded, and our cars were all destroyed! The machine gunner moved very quickly, and he could take the lead in avoiding our counterattack every time. He was simply... a sniper holding a machine gun!"

As if thinking about whether his reply was accurate, Lieutenant Madison's response was still a little slow: "Try to hold back the enemy troops that block you, I have sent McDaunt!"

After breathing a long sigh of relief, the gunman curled up behind the cover responded, "Lieutenant, you should have sent that guy long ago..."
Chapter completed!