“Target close, repeat, target close.”
"Start counting the number of targets, one, two, three..."
"No, we don't have to talk like this." Doug Armani looked speechless as he watched Zhou Huajian carefully investigate the enemy's situation on the ancient battlefield.
Zhou Huajian from the Ancient Battlefield looked up at him: "Don't you think this makes you more immersive?"
"empathy?"
"We are scouts now, scouts! Get down quickly, are you afraid that they can't see you?" Zhou Huajian pulled Doug Armani down on the ancient battlefield and muttered, "It's just that the equipment is a little short. I Where's the sight extension bolt? Where's my flare? And I should plant a broadsword mine first and then get down."
"Why don't you put this aside and fight?"
Doug Armani complained, but he lay down obediently, hiding his figure.
"Their vehicle is so majestic. It's big and wide. It must be stable and stable when driving. It also has such a long cargo hold. I think I can eat hot pot and sing at the same time."
"Beside the ancient road outside Changting?"
"Hehe." Zhou Huajian laughed in the ancient battlefield, and then observed the movement ahead dutifully, "There are thirteen pickup trucks, and they are about to enter the roadblock area. Those big guys move much slower than the pickup trucks. Are they deliberately out of touch? "
"I guess those big guys can't move." Doug Armani replied, and looked at it carefully for a while, "I estimate that one car can carry 15 people? So there are at least a hundred of them... Okay, they are going to enter the roadblock. The zone is over, let’s go back.”
The two of them were not worried that the convoy of the Waste Stars would return to the player camp and enter the fire area before they did. The roadblocks that everyone stacked up with difficulty were not broken walls that could be rolled over at will.
The steel bars are stacked and squeezed against each other, and the height itself is already higher than the tires of the pickup truck, not to mention the uneven height. Nowadays, it is impossible for a pickup truck with insufficient power to climb directly over it.
This section of the road sandwiched between the hills is relatively narrow. The Waste Star people have already driven into this section of the road, and it would be very troublesome to go back.
Do you want to get out of the car and move these steel bars one by one? When will it be postponed?
The corners of Quintut's eyes kept twitching, and he felt in his heart that these useless people called "squirrels" were really disgusting. They didn't deserve the name of ferocious squirrels at all. They should be the kind of unmutated, useless rodents in the sewers. Animals are the right ones.
"Hiding... is disgusting!" Quintut roared, "Line up in a line and push directly over!"
The pickup trucks slowly moved their positions and gradually formed a long line. The first pickup truck was full of energy and rushed towards the roadblock in front of it.
The front of the car hit the steel bars. A few steel bars scattered and hit the front cover of the car, but most of the steel bars were entangled together and rubbed against the ground like a wall. Sparks flew from time to time, and there was a loud chirping noise. stop.
After a long journey, the annoying steel wall in front of him was pushed aside and fell to the ground with another clanking sound.
The convoys filed in, and the players only put up four such roadblocks in total. Seeing them being pushed away one after another, they felt a little panicked for no reason.
"It seems like they weren't affected much?"
"There's no rush. It's not the roadblocks that can really affect them. The roadblocks are just for subsequent interference."
The wind speed determines the height of the skirt. As one of the planners, Kenneth’s plan was already well understood.
"What will disrupt their formation is our firepower. And those roadblocks that they have pushed aside now will become obstacles for them to turn and evacuate..."
While he was talking to Chilias, the leading pickup truck had already driven into the intersecting low slopes.
Without the roadblock, these pickup trucks can save energy and continue to move forward slowly at a constant speed - they don't have much power left, and they need to save more at this time for possible battles that may break out later.
The "giant camel beasts" were moving even slower, and they were far behind. Even the first hilltop was still far away.
The slow progress caused more than half of the pickup trucks to pile up on the road between the two mountains. The waste star people were talking leisurely in the carriages, waiting for the next killing feast, but they had no idea that above their heads was Several monsters are about to start roaring——
"Fire!"
The first Naqf lightweight machine gun opened fire, and bullets rained down on the top of the first car. The iron roof and bulletproof glass jingled like a rainstorm, and the driver stepped on the brakes in response. The rain of bullets swept backwards in an instant, splashing over the useless stars sitting in the cargo hold indiscriminately!
"Puff! Puff! Puff!"
The sound of flesh and blood being pierced by bullets was so harsh that the useless stars fell down one after another before they could even react.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
The Waste Star people shouted loudly, and the Waste Star people in the vehicle behind them reacted and immediately took out the board from behind, trying to attack the place where the gunshot was fired.
But what responded to them was the other four gun lines that had already covered them, sweeping the convoy below.
"Da da da da da da da!!!"
If it was dark now, the gun line mixed with tracer bullets would be enough to illuminate the night.
The people of Waste Star probably didn't expect that in a poor place like Waste Star, there would be a group of people who could take out such ancient but effective weapons, and the number of them reached an astonishing five!
"Da da da da da da!"
There is no emphasis on interlacing firepower at all. Players only focus on pouring out firepower. At most, when they see others shooting at the car happily, they can move their guns and find other targets to shoot at.
"It's Nagv, it's Nagv!" Someone finally realized the source of such terrifying firepower, and everyone panicked. At this time, they also understood how the teammates who set off in the previous wave died.
Why should you throw your flesh and blood into the face of a machine gun?
They wanted to use the body of the pickup truck to block the bullets, but there were machine guns on the hills on the left and right. The terror of the crossfire appeared here. Under the dense trajectory of the bullets, the people of the Waste Star were cut down like straw and fell into a pool of blood. middle.
Only a few alert waste stars quickly jumped into the car, using the solid outer wall of the pickup truck to resist the bullets.
However, this way of avoiding the crisis failed to find a way out for the people of the Waste Star. Instead, they started to kill each other with their vicious nature.
A useless star man directly grabbed the back of his companion who had just gotten into the carriage and dragged him out. The companion had a fierce look on his face and turned around to shoot his captor!
"boom!"
Blood splattered, but the sound of this gunshot was so harsh among the dense gunfire of Naqf.
It was like the smell of blood flowed into the sharks.
Let the people of the Waste Star cast their evil eyes on their companions.
