The so-called battlefield rhythm is the magic weapon that almost every military commander expects to control. Whether in terms of large-scale corps operations or small-scale firefighting, the commander who controls the combat rhythm on the entire battlefield can easily dispatch the troops and firepower in his hands, making his opponents run tired on the battlefield. He always feels that his weakness in the deployment of troops is suffering a heavy blow, but he still cannot seize the opportunity to fight back.

Soldiers with high tactical qualities and good cooperation can seize fleeting opportunities very keenly and use local firepower advantages or personnel advantages to attack the enemy and rescue them, forcing the enemy to shrink their hands and feet and be completely unable to play their strengths.

After waiting for this blunt knife to cut the flesh, his opponents would drain the last drop of blood. The subsequent thunder strikes would naturally establish the victory of the entire battle or battle.

Just like the coordinated combat between Harbala and Gu Weisu, in the early stage of the firefight, Gu Weisu first killed two professional soldiers with high tactical qualities and able to play a backbone role on the battlefield, and almost effortlessly caused panic among those warlord armed personnel with low combat capabilities and could only fight some battles with the wind.

After that, Gu Weisu disappeared, but instead Harbala used the machine gun in his hand to undertake the battlefield harassment and psychological suppression tasks that were generally carried out by snipers. The continuous combat mode of wounded soldiers and siege and aid caused the subsequent gunmen with high combat capabilities to be exhausted and unable to exert their due combat capabilities.

Facing the follower of McDaoen, the sniper-induced trap set by Gu Weisu made McDaoen turn from hunters to prey in just a few minutes, and could only ask for assistance from his own personnel. This forced the last group of personnel with strong combat capabilities led by Madison to enter the battlefield in a hurry, almost completely losing the ability to control the battlefield. The advantages of personnel and firepower were unable to be exerted in a short period of time.

Looking at Madison and others who were riding in two Toyota pickup trucks into the outer edge of the firefighting front line, Gu Weisu fired several bullets in succession at the hiding position of McDaoen without hesitation. Only then did he set up two steel pipes with delayed firing devices with only 30 cm long and on the set up positions where he hid, carefully pointing the direction of the steel pipe towards the depression where McDaoen was hiding.

At the moment Gu Weisu was shooting continuously, Harbala, who had been listening to the sound of sniper rifle shooting, also took out two cigarette cans from the ammunition behind him, raised his hand and threw the cigarette cans to the warlord armed personnel who were always in a panic.

The light yellow smoke coming out of the cigarette can quickly dissipated, but in the blink of an eye, the warlord armed personnel were wrapped up in a mess. The tear-jerking component mixed in the light yellow smoke made the warlord armed personnel cry in just one minute, and fled to the smoke-covered area, even abandoning the weapons in their hands.

Watching the firefighting front line in chaos, Madison, who had just cut into the battlefield, had a blue face and pressed a gas mask on his face: "They are going to escape! McDawn, have you heard what I said? They are going to escape!"

Still curled up in the depression, McDaun was not moved by Madison's obviously urged words: "This is another trap, you better not move!"

Just a little stunned, Madison immediately understood the meaning of McDaone's words: "Are you sure?"

With his eyes slightly closed, McDaone listened to the terrifying shouts of the warlords who came from the battlefield where gunfire suddenly disappeared, and responded slowly: "I'm sure! Before evacuating, the usual blocking personnel always had to take a round of fire shooting or counter-charge, which forced the pursuers to retreat and organize the formation of combat, so that they could take advantage of this time to retreat. But those who fought with us would never be so lawful... Believe me, once we start chasing, the oncoming attack will cause us to suffer a great loss!"

Gripping his teeth anxiously, Madison looked at the decaying buildings and ruins on both sides of the smoked zone and shouted, "Why go around?"

Still closing his eyes slightly, McDaon sighed softly: "Do you think their snipers are rookies, and you can't think of our combat intentions at all?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a bullet was already roaring at the edge of McDaun’s hiding depression. As soon as he heard the bullet hitting the edge of the depression, McDaun suddenly changed his face and rushed out of the depression with his sniper rifle in his arms: "We are fooled! Chase us!"

Looking at McDaunter angrily from the depression in the distance, Madison couldn't help but shouted, "What the hell are you doing?! McDaunter, reply!"

Almost completely uncovered his figure, McDaon ran wildly and responded to Madison with a hurry: "That sniper has always known that the most threat to him on the battlefield is me. If my sniper's gun technique becomes extremely different in an instant, then there is only one explanation - they are really going to escape!"

Gripping his teeth hard, Madison looked at McDawn who had rushed towards the edge of the smoke-covered range, and then looked at the warlord armed personnel who had cried out from the smoke and had completely lost their combat capabilities. He could not help but reach out and patted the driver on the shoulder: "Catch up, be careful!"

Looking up at the buildings and ruins outside the smoke-covered area, the driver of the Toyota pickup truck shook his head: "I can't get through! Lieutenant, the roadblock formed after our broken barrier exploded is too high, and the car will definitely not get through. We have to chase after it on foot!"

With a humble face, Madison stared at the wreckage of the building outside the smoke-covered area, before Madison could make the next decision, Clinder, a technical sergeant who was following Madison in a car, rushed to the car Madison was riding: "Lieutenant, I'm locking those guys! They're at the beach..."

After grabbing the military tablet handed over by Clinder, Madison looked at the images taken by the drone from the tablet, and suddenly pointed to the building that was mostly hidden under the dense canopy next to the heavy bulletproof truck's stopping position and said, "What does this look like?"

He looked at the buildings on the screen. Clinder, who had excellent picture recognition skills, responded without hesitation: "It should be a large warehouse?"

"I mean, on the sand next to the warehouse, what do these two tracks look like?"

Frowning and looking at the two inconspicuous trajectories on the screen, Clinder hesitated for a while before shouting in surprise: "Light slide! This is a light slide for ships to go into the sea. They want to escape from the sea!"
Chapter completed!