Betula is a dull alien with twice the height and four times the width of the leader. At first glance, it seems that Mata has no mount and runs faster than a horse with a small round shield.
This is less a body of 9 level maybe mobilized quarrelling.
Both the mountain ridge and the automatic rifle at the foot of the mountain have found him, and the heavy machine gun has also fired three bursts from time to time. Either the round shield resists or turns a blind eye, but it has successfully crossed the half court.
The "poop-poop" bullet penetrated the ground, which made people feel strong. Hong Bi quietly raised the anti-tank missile and put it on the center.
The latter, at a loss, ran halfway to pick up a big stone that had long been favored and threw it out by inertia.
The stone is about 5 kg, and it is accurate to hit an armored truck.
Stand through!
"You can’t save it!" Hong Bi thought together and pulled the launch button.
A Milan anti-tank missile was like a box of RMB tied up and slammed into birch.
Jump!
I don’t know if it was the fire or the "rumble" of blood that made the indigenous platoon soldiers happy to celebrate the alien mercenary leader, but he jumped up in surprise. "Magician? There are magicians there? "
"It’s not a magician who heard that Xijiang Shuizhai people have powerful weapons, but I didn’t expect it to be true." The speaker is a white guy who is equally thin and small, with a normal alien body, which is thinner than a small black leader. He touches his protruding front teeth and talks like sawing wood.
The black leader jumped up and waved half the fist of the little family. "Why didn’t you say anything before you knew they had powerful weapons?"
The white guy smiled and touched his front teeth. "If you say it, how can you earn such a large commission?"
"There are a lot of commissions. Ha ha ha" The black leader smiled like a burnt eggplant. Obviously, he didn’t understand the logic. He didn’t want to wave his hand again. "Whether they are powerful weapons or magical knights, we will kill the miners … and charge the mountain first."
A two-man team didn’t know the situation. When they saw him waving, they ran to the surface with a shield.
"Wait," the white leader grabbed the black leader’s shoulder and asked, "Knights of Divinity? What magical knight? Why didn’t you tell me? "
"I heard that I don’t know if there is a powerful weapon that you didn’t tell me?" The black leader bulged his eyes as if he were a parrot beating a pirate.
The white leader said with great anger, "Weapons are trivial things. What is a magical knight? Can’t you think with that muscular head? "
Once you scold an alien, you lose your mind. The black leader is excited to scold "your toothy head"
"My teeth can crush your muscles, stupid!"
"Okay, okay, bite me, white ball."
The two leaders were fighting each other, and heavy machine guns rang again at both ends of the battlefield.
The crossfire of 12 heavy machine guns seemed to hit the ground.
A smell of roast meat and blood floated in the burning of the flame battlefield.
The gun stops in a flash.
The recruits are looking forward to these two sniper attacks, and their spirits are greatly shaken. Their hands are also stable, and they can stop when the peak says stop.
Heavy machine guns and machine guns shoot thousands of rounds and shells in a short time, leaving no chance for the attackers, especially after being transferred. Machine guns are like a meat-biting mouse that divides people into pieces.
"Dead" another team leader is a little gloating.
Black alien leader leng a cold way "you continue to attack"
The white leader objected that "four people will lose money if they die."
"Going back is a loss, fool."
The black leader said that he was smart, and the white leader explained it by default at the moment.
The team leader left and right to see, and finally he wanted to fight for himself, and cried his sad face.
Foreign soldiers like war, but they don’t like to die.
"Hurry up!" Although the black leader is half the size of an ordinary soldier, no one dares to violate it when he stares twice as big.
So four foreign soldiers roared and attacked before.
Out of fear of machine guns, they divided into two parts and attacked both sides respectively.
Hong Bi kept yelling on the intercom, "Wait for them to get closer."
Heavy machine guns still strafed at a distance of meters.
The fear of death can’t be solved by talking. Maybe the soldiers can hold down their guns after the battle is over.
In fact, when the first shot sounded, Hong Bi also tightened the trigger.
Who is not afraid of death?
All the heavy machine guns were fired wildly.
If the standard veteran shoots "dadada dadada" three times in a row, the shooting speed of two rounds of ammunition chain can last for three minutes, but when a wave of foreign mercenaries comes, two rounds of ammunition chain can last for less than one minute.
Well, they have a lot of magazines, and each machine gun has a base of 45 rounds, which is enough to make the battle even more difficult than Hong Bi expected.
Once the enemy comes, the small indigenous platoon will be submerged in an instant.
Want an enemy!
Black foreign leaders kept waving and more foreign soldiers poured in.
He has more than two people.
For foreign mercenary troops, you need money and commission to recruit soldiers, and then you can just pull out a few people to be small leaders and wild boars to charge.
The black leader and the white leader are all making money in the day.
Soldiers are constantly being harvested and replenished.
Two Malacheng nobles watched the face-to-face battle at the three gates at the top of Magic Mountain.
They were Gasaye, the president of the Senate, and Caldwell, the governor of the slave camp. His nobles and knights were fighting hard at the front line of the temple war, and they finally took time to carefully observe the biggest enemy of Mara City.
-Xijiang Shuizhai Army
Chapter three hundred Resources Age
Gasaye and Caldwell are both old people. They are over one year old and have seen all kinds of storms like two old trees.
In those days, Mala City faced an army to strengthen the temple, and they were all laughing and laughing.
However, at this moment, two people were silent, like two laughing trees suddenly died of a stroke.
In people’s eyes, only 30 people are small and thin, and the army is weak. It can’t be weaker than a symbolic armed force.
However, it was like this that thirty soldiers stood firm in the impact of foreign mercenaries like waves.