Seeing that the mercenary camp, which was originally illuminated by the fire, suddenly disappeared into the darkness, the black man, who was already a little panicked by the fire of the gun, became more and more panicked. Two or three black man simply took the automatic rifle in his hands regardless of the situation and pulled the trigger in the direction of the mercenary camp in his memory.

The sudden muzzle flames that suddenly lit up in the darkness undoubtedly became the most obvious target. Accompanied by the gunshots of several black men, a series of standard machine guns shot out from the mercenary camp suddenly sounded. The flying bullets seemed to have eyes, knocking several black men who were shooting randomly overturned to the ground. One of the black men who had been shot in the shoulders was shot with only a trace of flesh and blood left behind by bullets. The howling sound almost overshadowed the harsh gunshots in an instant.

He kicked and beat several black men who were so panicked that they wanted to get up and escape to the ground. Harbala didn't care about his safety and shouted at the black men who were so panicked that they even forgot their basic hidden movements: "Lying down! Look for cover! Don't shoot randomly!"

It seemed that because the two weeks of intensified training had a certain effect, amid Halbala's roar, all the black men fell down close to the ground. A few of them were slightly smarter, and even rolled into the shallow ditch or pit closest to them. They hugged their heads, curled up, and avoided the bullets whizzing past their heads.

A night vision device was grabbed from the item bag on his waist, and Halbala quickly grabbed the night vision device in front of him. From the night vision device, at least more than half of the mercenaries in the mercenary camp that was extinguished with the fire, relying on the broken walls and the fox pits dug out from the grass, they were ready to fight according to their guns. Several machine guns were also shooting suppressively in the direction they were in alternately, and the shooting rhythm was all long and short, and the shooting was very rhythmic.

Behind the mercenaries who listed the defensive formations, the other mercenaries had already gathered in two parts and began to move towards both sides of the newly established defense line, obviously having the idea of ​​roundabout encirclement.

After reaching out and pressing the communicator button, Halbala whispered in a slight anger: "Boss, we are suppressed! There should be a few of these mercenaries who have undergone some professional military training, and they have done the roundabout encirclement so quickly!"

Also holding the night vision device in front of him, Tang Guoming looked at the two groups of mercenaries in the mercenary camp that had begun to move horizontally towards both sides of the defense line. He first reached out and slapped Pan Guan's shoulder, and then responded to Harbala: "In ten seconds, the light flare will light up, so that your people will be ready for attack! Can you see those machine guns when you fry the liver?"

Gu Weisu's response was quickly heard from the communicator: "No problem! Give me thirty seconds after the light flares light up!"

As he finished speaking, Pan Guan, who was squatting beside Tang Guoming, had suddenly pulled the rope of the two disposable flare launchers. Accompanied by the slight sound of gunpowder explosion, the two light flares suddenly lit up in the air.

Almost at the moment when the light flares came on, a long and short shot made the machine gun with a sluggish shot suddenly silenced. The blood spurted out from the broken neck of the machine gun shooter gradually fell on the hot machine gun barrel, and a strong smell of blood suddenly spread out.

Before the machine gun deputy shooter could come back to his senses, the second bullet had already roared and lifted the skull of the machine gun deputy shooter. He watched two shooters in a machine gun team died one after another in just a few seconds. The other machine gunners all dropped the machine guns and hunched over the broken walls and hidden them. The originally violent suppression firepower was suddenly empty.

Seizing this rare fire gap, Halbala suddenly jumped from her hiding place and quickly rushed to two black men carrying machine guns and hid in a pit: "Put the machine gun! Put all the machine guns up! Suppress the shooting!"

Amid the roar, the black men who were originally suppressed by fire could not look up, and trembled with their hands assuming the machine gun to the edge of a pit or shallow ditch that could barely be used as machine gun fortifications, and shot towards the mercenary camp that was shining with flares.

The forced air cooling technology of the PKP machine gun just makes up for the strafing shooting mode that black gunmen are used by inadequate shooting experience. The firepower net formed by the strafing of six PKP machine guns almost hit the broken walls used by the mercenaries as bunkers, only causing smoke and dust to splash. Some relatively weak walls or are not eroded by the wind and sun, were easily penetrated by the 7.62-caliber bullets fired by the PKP machine gun. The mercenaries hiding behind the broken walls were immediately beaten by the deformed warheads.

As he quickly jumped into one temporary machine gun nest after another, Harbala almost opened his voice and roared at the black gunmen who were holding the machine gun and firing hard: "Suppress the direction of eleven o'clock... It is the enemy machine gun nest set up behind the wall!"

"Extended Shooting! I've taught you the fuck, Extended Shooting!"

"Go to the left! Stop the shooting... Yes, that's it! Don't give those guys a chance to highlight their campsite!"

With the roar and merciless kicking, the six PKP machine guns finally formed a firepower net that was barely visible, and suppressed the mercenaries in the mercenary camp who wanted to snatch cold spells for flanking roundabout attacks. Because they were in the dark, there were two bright flares hanging on the heads of the mercenaries, and the blacks lurking in the dark naturally took a great advantage. Especially after the six PKP machine guns suppressed the firepower of the mercenary, all the blacks lying on the ground suddenly became energetic, and all the automatic rifles in their hands pulled the trigger in the direction where the mercenary camp was located.

The firepower formed by hundreds of automatic rifles swept through the not-so-large mercenary camp like a storm. In the blink of an eye, all the shooting positions in the entire mercenary camp that were still fighting back were silenced. The sporadic muzzle flames often as soon as they emerged, they would be immediately stopped by the influx of bullets.

After reaching out and touching the sweat on his face, Harbala hunched over and rushed to several black men who were excited by the gun, kicked a black man who was so proud that he actually stood up and twisted his waist and swept across the gun: "Step! Three-three system... Damn, three people are in a group, three groups are an assault team, alternately pushing! According to what I have taught you, alternately cover and pushing!"
Chapter completed!