Almost the moment Gu Weisu threw out the smoke bomb, Harbala had already aimed at the armed personnel gathered together with the gun, and pulled the trigger with the buttstock on his shoulder. With the long tongue of flames spewing out of the machine gun muzzle, several armed personnel who were aiming at Gu Weisu's direction were immediately beaten to the point where he was twisting and falling to the ground.

Suddenly, he was shot by machine guns. The only remaining battlefield commander among the armed personnel was not panicked. Instead, he rolled all the way to a rock that could hide his body, waved his automatic rifle and shouted at the armed personnel who were rushing to avoid machine gun strikes.

It seemed that they had long been used to this kind of battlefield dispatch carried out by crazy shouting. The armed personnel who escaped the first wave of attacks in Harbala quickly turned their guns and relied on the large number of people to start suppressive shooting at Harbala's location. While the suppressive shooting, the remaining armed personnel in government uniforms were hunched over and touched Harbala's location from both sides.

He also dragged Guo Nu and quickly changed his shooting position. Harbala didn't care about the two groups of armed personnel who were surrounding him from both sides. Instead, as soon as the machine gun was set up, he pulled the trigger at several armed personnel who were standing close to each other. With a long shot, he knocked the armed personnel to the ground.

Holding the Winchester Defender shotgun in his hand tightly, Guo Nu lay on Harbala's side with an anxious look on his face, staring at the two groups of armed personnel who were surrounding him from the mountains on both sides and shouting: "Old comrade, there are people on both sides, we will be made into dumplings!"

With a sneer, Harbala shrank back with the machine gun in his arms, and avoided a wave of bullets that were attacking him just in a good way: "Want to make my dumplings? Go dreaming! Come with me!"

He dragged Guo Nu and moved his shooting position again. Harbala ignored the armed personnel who approached him with a hunched body. Instead, he knocked down several armed personnel who suppressed and fired at him at a distance again. Then he held the machine gun with his eyes rising from his muzzle and squatted in the preset machine gun fortification: "Wait!"

He lay nervously in the preset machine gun fortification. Guo Nu watched as the two groups of armed personnel got closer and closer to him, almost all of them were within the range of the weapons in his hands. He immediately shouted in a hurry: "What are you waiting for? They are about to..."

Before he finished speaking, a blood flower suddenly bloomed on the back of an armed person who was climbing towards Harbala's position. He felt like he was beaten by a huge wooden stick in the waist. He suddenly bent down and fell head-on to the rock beside him.

It was like an invisible death scythe waving among the armed personnel who tried to encircle Harbala and Guo Nu, and one armed personnel after another suddenly fell to the ground after being shot. Even if the armed personnel who tried to encircle Harbala dodge in every way, or even turned around and fled along the mountain, they could not avoid the silent death arrival!

Looking at the armed personnel who tried to encircle him and Harbala, they fell to the ground one after another, Guo Nu couldn't help but scream in surprise: "Good guy... How many bullets should I use to pile up this marksmanship?"

Turning over and re-mounting the machine gun, Halbala started to stop shooting at the armed forces who had already begun to flee at the foot of the mountain: "The snipers rely not only on using bullets, but also on learning to think about people's minds until they can enter the thinking and action mode of the target being sniped! Simply put... this is a technical job that absolutely requires brains!"

Almost as Harbala began to stop the shooting, Tang Guoming, who was in the front of the entrance of the valley, quietly emerged from his hiding place like a ghost. While he was hunching his waist and moving forward with his gun, Tang Guoming shot one short shot after another, like a fixed hammer sounded in the battlefield music, knocking down one armed person after another who was busy escaping the valley to the ground.

When Tang Guoming began to pursue the fleeing armed personnel, the sniper rifle in Gu Weisu's hand also began to shoot bullets after bullets at the armed personnel who were fleeing in a hurry.

Although the gunshots of sniper rifles and automatic rifles could not be heard, as the companions around him fell one after another, the battlefield commander, the only remaining armed personnel, suddenly realized that he had been ambushed by a powerful opponent. Almost from the instinct of self-protection, the battlefield commander in casual clothes completely ignored the companion who was shouting at him for help, and suddenly rushed towards a rainwater alluvial ditch obliquely on the side. In the blink of an eye, he climbed up more than ten meters along the rainwater alluvial ditch.

From the sight, staring at the battlefield commander's figure that appeared in the rain alluvial ditch, Gu Weisu suddenly sneered on the corner of his mouth, and his fingers gently pressed the trigger to the state before firing: "How many days have you put in hard work?"

Seeing that there were fewer and fewer armed personnel who were still interested in fighting back, Guo Nu, who was lying beside Harbala, also leaned over and stared at the battlefield commander who was crawling forward in the alluvial ditch of rain, sometimes jumping up and then lying down again, muttering to himself: "What are you practicing? Crawling is not like crawling, and leaping is not like jumping, what is this way?"

It seemed that because the rhythm of the battle was completely controlled by our side, Harbala felt a little relaxed, and he smiled lowly and responded to Guo Nu's words: "This is the way the US military was forced out by the volunteers' cold gun tactics on the Korean battlefield. At that time, there was a nickname called the crawling and running tactics, which was used to avoid the cold gun attacks of the Volunteer sharpshooters when moving in the trenches."

Blinking his eyes, Guo Nu looked at Harbala, who had stopped stopping the shooting, with some confusion: "Why not crawl forward directly in the trench?"

Harbala: "A thousand or two meters of trench, try climbing when it is cold and cold? Okay - now this goal is left. When the liver is finally settled, this battle will be considered a whole battle!"

As soon as Harbala finished speaking, Tang Guoming's urgent command suddenly came from the communicator: "Sales are fried, big worker, leave this living mouth!"

A little stunned, Harbala put the butt on his broad shoulder in surprise and shot two long shots at the rain alluvial ditch, which only made mud and water splash in the alluvial ditch. While Harbala's blocking shooting began again, a bullet fired by Gu Weisu also hit the battlefield commander just right!

Just like teasing a cat with a teasing stick, the bullets fired by Harbala and Gu Weisu were almost one meter away from the battlefield commander who was trying to escape in the alluvial ditch, forcing the battlefield commander to move at all. Even the automatic rifle in his hand was thrown aside, curled up and hugged his head tightly with both hands.

With the effective blocking of Harbala and Gu Weisu, Tang Guoming accelerated his pace and rushed to the alluvial ditch where mud and water were splashed by bullets. He pointed his gun at the battlefield commander who was curled up in the alluvial ditch with his head in his arms: "Give up resistance! Let me see your hands!"
Chapter completed!