"Ding! The host turns on the killing mode, kill 10 enemies, and rewards 100 experience points."

Experience value: 690/1900.

Zhang Lu glanced at the experience value, immediately rushed out of the crater, and found an attacking gesture towards Adi and others behind.

"attack!"

Adid roared wildly and drove the tank toward the S militants in front of him.

Abu had already appeared in the heavy machine gun position, pulled the trigger, and the flames spit out, and the dense bullets were tilted like raindrops, frantically tilting forward.

Free armed members followed the tank, and two tricycles were blown up by mortars.

The remaining personnel climbed onto the other three-wheeled motorcycles, just like the cheating Ah San, who launched a charge, and seven or eight people kept firing.

Da da da da da.

Look from a distance.

The tricycle is like a modified mobile machine gun bunker, with seven or eight assault rifles suddenly firing.

The problem is not just one, but three.

Their marksmanship may not be very accurate, but there are too many bullets, forming a fierce firepower net.

Puff puff.

A S militant's body trembled and was shot into a hornet's nest.

Too many bullets.

It's impossible to dodge at all.

Coming densely.

A large number of militants fell to the ground, with blood red in the frozen soil.

In fact, the combat effectiveness of the S militants is not weak, but without the mortars, the opponent's tanks opened the way, and were scared by Zhang Lu. In addition, these people from the Far East, seven or eight people squeezed into a motorcycle and fired at the same time. They were very mobile and were hit and retreated step by step.

The difference between militants and regular troops is here. The wind game is extremely brave, but when the wind game is against the wind game, it will begin to be timid and collapse, have no strong will, and the belief of dying with the enemy will instantly form a defeat, and some people will begin to retreat and flee.

"Thov, run, they have tanks, the mortars are gone, we are no match for it."

"And that terrible sniper, he is the devil on the battlefield!"

"We need support when withdrawing the concentration camp!"

“…”

"stop!"

"Run away, I'll shoot!"

Commander Zachavi fired into the sky.

Zachavi dares to kill people.

The fleeing soldiers were afraid, stopped and fought back with a tough bullet.

Zhaqawei's face was gloomy and his eyes swept away. Most of his men were dead. The other party had tanks to open the way, so where could they block it!

boom!

A shell came over.

Blasted around several militants.

Suddenly, blood spilled, and a few bloody pieces of meat fell in front of Zachavi.

The militants were scared and retreated crazily.

Bang!

Zhaqawei shot at a fleeing soldier and shouted angrily: "Stop, who dares to escape? I will kill him!"

But it's useless. Staying alone means death. Someone still takes risks and rushes to the rear regardless of everything.

Zhaqawei knew that the defeat was decided and he was unable to turn the situation around.

But he couldn't figure it out.

These people are clearly local free armed forces.

What is free arming? To put it bluntly, they are slaves under their rule. These slaves are different from other slaves. They are just a group of idle and sluts.

They allow such people to exist because these people can help them manage other slaves and will pay tribute on time.

It's like a dog they raised, but now the dog is reversed and bites the owner in turn.

Moreover, these people have any combat power, they can shoot, but some of them have accurate shooting, all of which are chaotic and straggling.

The only one who looks like a soldier may be the only sniper lurking in the dark.

Losing to the commando team or the ace regular army is nothing wrong, it can only be said that the skills are inferior to others.

But they lost to a group of people who had no combat experience and individual skills.

Zachavi couldn't believe it, and felt even more frustrated and unwilling.

This time he was pale and could not bear the consequences. Chief Louis would kill him without hesitation.

Zhaqawei cannot retreat, and he cannot retreat even if he dies.

"Retaliation, this is just a group of sluts in the free armed forces, shoot me!" Zachavi roared wildly.

Under Zhang Lu's command, the free armed forces advanced to the position of the mortar.

"Quick, use a mortar."

Zhang Lu knew that most of these people did not know how to use mortars, so he quickly stepped forward and turned the mortars, and then continued: "Just put the shells down."

If so, then they understand, and just saw how bombers dropped bombs.

Several members of the free armed forces stepped forward and placed shells into the cannon barrel.

With a bang.

Mortars kept firing.

More and more shells are constantly shooting out.

Rumble!

The armed personnel of S finally realized the power of the mortar.

Shock waves and shrapnel continued to sweep and fly around, and casualties of militants continued to occur.

There were already about twenty people, but at this moment, Zachavi's pupils were in despair, leaving only the last two or three.

It's over!

Their sixth team was killed by a group of little sluts!

Zhaqawei was desperate, but did not collapse, gave up struggling, and even shouted fiercely: "Adi, surrender, it is still time for you to surrender now! Otherwise, all your relatives and friends will die, and we will massacre all the people in the slums!"

"Diet to the point of death, and still threaten?"

Zhang Lu sneered and snatched and aimed at Zachavi.

Bang!

One shot exploded.

The bullet shot through the glass of the off-road vehicle, leaving a crater, and then a smear of blood splattered on the windshield, which was extremely eye-catching.

Zhaqawei's head hit the passenger seat heavily, and finally his head tilted and his body softened.

The pupils are wide open, and you will die with your eyes open!

This is an unbearable failure!

They are the elites among the sixth team, S militants, and have excellent weapons.

With their 50-year-olds, even when facing a regular army company, they can beat the opponent to throw away their armor.

But here, they belong to a group of slaves with no combat experience!

A strong sense of reluctance appeared in his pupils. He finally saw the sniper, the terrible enemy, but he had no chance to kill the other party.

At such a long distance, it was almost 2,000 meters away. He hid in an armed off-road vehicle and was shot dead by a sniper...

"Don't kill me, I surrender."

The remaining militants threw their guns aside and raised their hands to surrender.

Zhang Lu brought everyone over and counted the live militants, and there were seven or eight left.

Looking at these prisoners of war, Adi, Abu and others looked disbelief. They actually killed the Sixth Team of the S armed forces.

This is something I never dared to think about before.

Subconsciously, they all looked at Zhang Lu, with respect and admiration.

If this person is not like this, they will not be able to defeat such a terrible enemy.

The opponent's mortar is a nightmare on the battlefield.

But he rushed over with a gun and killed all the mortars!

In an incredible battle, he is stronger than any enemy!
Chapter completed!