"Everyone, don't panic. There aren't many of them. Just concentrate on fighting them back. Fight them back."
A rebel captain reacted quickly. Although he was shocked by the shadow people, he also saw that those people relied on the speed of reaction to attack, which showed that they did not have an advantage in numbers, so he immediately began to organize people to fight back.
"Yes, there are not many of them. We blocked them with firepower and left them with no way out."
"Kill them to death, kill..."
Those who dared to be rebels were all brave. Under the reminder of the captain, those rebels also reacted. When they came back to their senses, they became more confident. They immediately raised their guns and started fiercely shooting at the black figures. Fight back.
Da da!
Along with fierce gunfire, batches of bullets hit the undead commandos.
For a time, batches of bullet attacks had some impact on the undead commandos.
However, this was not the first time that the Undead Commandos encountered such firepower. With their extremely fast reactions and pre-judgment, they easily dodged the bullets fired from the opposite side.
The flying bullets fell on the ground one after another, and while they were dodging, the bullets fired were still killing the rebels.
Seeing that his bullets were hitting the ground like air, the opponent's personnel were not reduced at all, but on his side, people kept falling, and the surviving rebels immediately began to feel guilty again.
Each of them had a look of disbelief on their face, holding a gun and hitting each other. At the same time, they had to be careful whether they would be the next to fall, because they could no longer predict when the other party's bullet would come.
None of the fallen rebels had such an expression of fear or even despair on their faces.
It wasn't until this moment that the rebels truly realized how terrifying the group of people on the opposite side was.
Others say that these people are running, it is better to say that they are flying. Their speed and reaction are extremely fast. Their figures are constantly flashing as they run, looking like ghosts. Their positions are east and west, forward and backward, almost No orientation.
Who the hell is here? Devil?
At this moment, all the rebels had the same thoughts and fears in their minds.
It is normal for them to feel like this. After all, the reaction of the undead team members is about 0.3 seconds, which means that it only takes 0.3 seconds to go from one position to another. Such a short time is not enough to blink, so it seems to give the rebels the feeling It's like you can't see the figure, the opponent disappears instantly, and you can't lock on the opponent at all. And their vitality blockade is basically a blind hit, and every bullet misses.
Not only were they unable to hit each other, but the other side was also constantly harvesting the lives of their own people, because the undead commandos were still fighting back while moving. Each person was responsible for constantly dividing, shooting and rebelling within a distance of two to three meters. The number of troops is constantly shrinking.
The rebels' bullets rarely hit the undead commandos. Even if they did, they would at most pause and then immediately start shooting the rebels again.
"FUCK, FUCK!"
A white man hiding in the rebel team couldn't help but curse angrily. He was a mercenary from Dane Military Company. He happened to be with the rebels just now and was killed without being killed immediately.
However, when he saw the blond-haired Athena, Big Bear and other comrades in his company being killed in an instant, almost instantly, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart.
Who is the other party? Why is it so scary?
It can be seen that Athena and Big Bear are both mercenaries who have experienced hundreds of battles. They don’t know how many people’s blood they have on their hands. Even elite professional soldiers are no match for them. This time they were not even able to fight in front of these people. There is no chance to fight back. What does that mean?
Needless to say, these people are more powerful and terrifying than them.
Who are they?
Realizing this, the white man looked panicked and immediately took out his satellite phone and called his father.
"Dad, our attack has been blocked. There seems to be a powerful force in the Chinese factory here. They are well-trained and must be special soldiers. Big Bear and Athena have been sniped..."
As soon as the call was connected, the white guy reported immediately, his voice trembling even as he spoke.
At this moment, he was really scared. What kind of sharpshooter could the other party react faster than Athena and Big Bear?
The white man became more and more frightened as he thought about it, trembling inside.
Bang!
On the other side of the phone, my father was furious when he heard the news. He suddenly stood up from his chair and slapped his big hands on the big table, splashing a lot of water in the quilt.
Dad yelled into the phone: "What... Big Bear and Athena were killed?"
Big Bear and Athena are his most capable assistants. They have accompanied him in countless battles, and have never been threatened to withdraw, let alone suffered a disastrous defeat.
His journey has been so smooth because of the protection of these two people. Without these two people, he would have lost his left and right arms.
"Dad, this is true. The two of them were sniped by the other party as soon as they appeared. They were killed almost instantly. These people are too terrifying. We are already half of them. If this continues, none of us will have a chance to escape. "
A white man's shaky voice sounded on the phone.
At this moment, he finally understood that if we did not retreat, the consequences for our team would be disastrous. It was because he was too scared that he came to see his father.
After hearing the explanation from his subordinates, my father was so angry that a few veins popped up in the corners of his head, and he yelled with all his strength: "Fuck, where are the tanks I sent out for you? Don't you know how to bombard them with tanks? You're a loser!"
As for the resources in Yanguo's factory, my father was determined to get them. Not only did he send the most elite personnel, he also spent a lot of money to send five or six tanks, as well as heavy machine guns.
It was just a Chinese factory, how could it withstand the attack of such a large team?
When he sees which teams go out, Dad waits to close the net.
I never expected to receive such tragic news.
The white man's man said in a deep voice: "Dad, our tanks were cleared by them at the first opportunity. They used heavy snipers, and their shooting skills were terrifyingly accurate. The bullets came from the tank barrel and penetrated directly." The firing pin of the shell, the tank was totaled.”
The tank was disabled? Someone else penetrated the firing pin of the shell?
When Dad heard the news, his face became extremely ugly, as if he had swallowed a fly.
There is still someone who can destroy a tank?
What kind of person is this?
Dad felt a chill in his heart as he thought about it. There are still people who can't even do anything to snipers and tanks. What the hell?
"Farke."
Dad roared angrily.
