313 Loss of Combat Power
The militants frantically besieged the three of them, constantly inflicting wounds on their bodies.
"Huh!"
A bayonet stabbed in the front and stabbed Xiao Zhan in the chest.
"Khooth!"
The blade of the knife collides with the body armor, making a crashing sound.
Xiao Zhan did not retreat but advanced, picking up the Nepalese saber and slashing at the opponent's brain.
"Click!"
Half of his head was cut off, and brains and blood splattered out.
It is full of violence, but the more this happens, the more ruthless these armed groups become, there are so many of them, they are absolutely not allowed to rush into their own people to massacre, they must be trampled into flesh.
On the mountain, the shepherd madman clearly saw that Xiao Zhan and the three of them were caught in the militants, and immediately knew that the three people were no longer saved, although they could still see them fighting bravely as far as the eye could see.
"Kill me!"
The shepherd picked up a machine gun and pressed the trigger with his right index finger.
"Dada......"
A string of bullets shot out, and although the arms trembled and were still unstable, they were able to shoot after all.
"Kill !!"
"Kill! ——”
"Dada...... Dadada......"
More squad leaders raised their guns and pulled the trigger on the charging armed group.
Two or three hundred meters, the best suppression distance of the group's firepower, when the warhead began to fly wildly, immediately brought blood mist to the sky.
The militants lay down, but their charge did not stop at all, but became more ferocious.
"Dada...... Dadada......"
The charging armed group was also pulling the trigger and colliding with the squad leader troops on the mountain.
In a short period of time, this area was filled with flying warheads, and blood was constantly splattered both above and below.
"Bang!"
An artillery shell was fired from the hill and exploded in the middle and rear of the militants.
"Boom!"
The violent explosion immediately swept away more than a dozen enemies, and the fragmentation killed all the militants within a radius of twenty meters.
This is a heavy weapon, and in such a battle, the role played by heavy weapons is decisive.
"Rush! Rush!! Rush!!! ”
The eyes of the militants were red, they were only 200 meters away from each other and they were about to recover, and if they did not rush up in one go, they would be crushed by the most ruthless heavy weapons.
In this case, both sides have precise and clear judgments.
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
Three rockets rushed out of the militants in quick succession and hit the artillery.
"Boom! Rumble! Rumble! ”
The location of the artillery was blown up in a mess, and the body of the soldier who controlled the artillery was torn apart.
"Bang!"
"Boom!"
Another cannon not far away opened fire, firing a shell.
It's just that this shell hit too far and did not cause more damage to the armed group.
Many people did not fully recover and did not have more time to adjust their ballistics, and everything was due to the influence of acoustic weapons, making it difficult for troops to fully use them in a short period of time, even if they were guarding many heavy weapons.
The armed groups are like rolling waves up the mountain, and the distance is only a short fifty meters, and at a distance of fifty meters, heavy weapons are no longer usable.
"Dada...... Dadada......"
The warheads on the mountain poured downwards, and the armed groups that were about to reach the summit swept upwards with their warheads.
People on both sides kept being shot, and people were falling......
"Whew!"
The tide finally came up, and in an instant it overflowed the top of the mountain, and the militants rushed into the squad leader's troops, and the two sides glued into one piece, and it was difficult to distinguish each other.
Now, it's time for the real gossip!
"Smack! Syllable! Syllable! Syllable! ……”
A member of the squad leader's unit endured his dizziness and swung his pistol to fire rapid-fire at nearby enemies, killing three in the blink of an eye.
But three AKs were strafing at him at the same time.
"Da Da Da ......"
The bullet went from bottom to top, piercing his legs, bursting his lower abdomen, and passing through his chest......
"Hahahaha......"
Before he died, he let out a wild laugh and pulled the grenade.
"Boom!"
The whole person turned into flesh and blood, but he pulled two militants as backs.
On the other side, four or five enemy fighters of a squad leader's unit surrounded them and stabbed wildly with bayonets.
"Poof! Burst! Burst! ……”
One after another, blood holes appeared on the warrior's body, blood spurted out of it, and he knelt on one knee weakly, his round eyes full of blood, but finally he was unable to stand up again.
"Da Da Da ......"
An AK shot him in the head.
Immediately, flesh and blood flew sideways, and his head was hit by a bullet until it exploded.
The original ambush circle turned into a close-quarters positional fight to the death, and both the squad leader's troops and the militants all turned into violent beasts at this moment.
One after another fell, blood and water mixed together, and the corpses mixed together......
The vast majority of the combat effectiveness was lost, and the squad leader troops, which had not only been effectively recovered, suffered a desperate situation.
There are more people on the other side than theirs, not a little more, but a lot more.
In this case, it is quite a fight.
But what's the use of that? The number of people is decreasing sharply, from a few hundred to more than a hundred in a short period of time, while the number of militants gives the impression that it is still increasing.
The corpses, already stacked on top of each other, were full of stumps, blood everywhere, and even the cyan color under the body had turned red.
The radio kept calling, but it was drowned out in an instant.
The shepherd maniac, covered in blood, has completely turned into a bloody man, armed with a saber, attacking forward and backward, slashing one militant after another with a knife, a fist, and a leg.
He was surrounded by corpses, and the militants no longer dared to approach him, because this was a bloody god of war.
"Roar!! ——”
The shepherd roared and rushed into the crowd of enemies to continue his killing.
But his strength alone was too limited, and his eyes saw not only the enemy, but also the brothers around him falling one after another.
This will be another total annihilation......
At this time, the three of Xiao Zhan below were still fighting like a meat grinder.
They chose a direction and continued to charge under the leadership of Xiao Zhan.
Everybody's body was scarred, everybody's body was covered in scraps of flesh and blood.
"Whew!"
"Click!"
With a swing of the sword, the Nepalese saber that had long been curled slashed into the neck of an enemy, and was stuck in the opponent's bones.
The enemy fell, and there was a sudden brightness in front of him.
They're out, they're out!
Whether it was Du Lianhuo or Kong Dasheng, they were all exhausted, and after seeing the mountain in front of them, they all had a feeling of escaping.
They all had the idea of dying, and they didn't even think that they would rush out and survive.
There were not many militants behind him, only about 20 people, and the large army had already rushed up the mountain and fought with the squad leader's troops.
Their eyes were full of horror, because these three men were so fierce that they killed them all the way, leaving behind almost hundreds of their corpses.
What is it? War Machine or War Mammoth?!
In the next second, Xiao Zhan let them know that this was a war machine, a machine that was tireless and could only kill.
turned around, shook the flesh on his body, and rushed back again.
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(End of chapter)