"W-"

Driven by the DC motor, Minigan's six barrels rotated rapidly, and in the next second, countless 7.62mm caliber bullets poured out like a rainstorm-

Among those Templars, a large cloud of red blood instantly burst out, and one by one it seemed as if they had been cut down, and under the control of Qi Lin's powerful arm strength, it was completely possible to make the holding Minigon reach the accuracy of using a tripod to fix it.

For a moment, Qi Lin almost thought he was back on the battlefield known as the "Middle Eastern Meat Grinder" many years ago—the "Predator" drone whizzing overhead, the sound of shells exploding as they landed on the position, and all he had in his hand was a badly worn AK47.

It was the most backward and cruel place in the Middle East, and the soldiers who had no faith but no shoes to wear launched one fierce charge after another against Qi Lin and their line, each time, leaving behind dozens of horrific corpses.

There is no distinction between good and evil mercenaries, they just fight for money, those people opposite, Qi Lin does not know them, and has never had any hatred or dispute with them, he just mechanically pulls the trigger, with fear and numbness, and spills a 7.62 mm caliber bullet at the opposite "enemy".

It was Qi Lin's first time on the battlefield, and the mission was to hold a transit point for oil transportation for a week.

However, because the enemy's attack was so fierce, they were forced to retreat on the third day, and on that occasion, Qi Lin received a reward of 1,500 US dollars.

……

Minigan had killed the vast majority of the dozen Templars in just ten seconds, and the rest quickly dropped their weapons and shrank back into the building.

Qi Lin released the trigger, and the confusion in the depths of his eyes flashed, and then disappeared again.

On the other side, with the support of the sniper attack of the Fog Eye, the Templars who suppressed Cheng Yanqiu's team paid a huge price in a short period of time and had to retreat into the bunker.

But within a few minutes, more Mutual Aid players rushed out from behind cover!

These people were not wearing Templar clothes, most of them were unclothed, more than half of them were barefoot, Qi Lin noticed that these people were basically old, weak, sick and disabled, they didn't even have weapons, only one of the three or four people was holding an old-fashioned bolt-action rifle or shotgun, but these people's faces were full of excitement, without the slightest hint of fear, and they quickly rushed across the street-

"These guys...... Is it cannon fodder? ”

"It's the 'Loyal Believers' people......" Misty Eyes put down Mosin Nagant in his hand, and a look of unbearability appeared on his face, "That's the 'reserve' of the Templar Order, although it is a 'reserve', but in fact, these people will never be able to turn positive." ”

"Loyal Believers? Are they the madmen with explosives on their backs? Qi Lin was stunned.

"Hmm. These were extremely fanatical believers, with a strong belief in the teachings of the Mutual Aid Society, but due to unqualified health, serious illness, or disability, they were unable to be selected to become Templars, so to put it bluntly, there was such a 'reserve' formation...... It's cannon fodder for consumption. ”

Due to the suddenness of the incident, this group of "Reserve Templars" who suddenly rushed out did not carry explosives, that is, they were almost useless except for consuming Cheng Yanqiu's ammunition.

These reserves were divided into two groups, one group rushed to the place where Cheng Yanqiu's team was, and the other group rushed to the convoy that had just broken through the city wall, trying to block the high-speed vehicles with flesh and blood-

"Phew!"

At the front of the convoy was a converted heavy-duty truck from an old era, with heavy steel plates welded to its body and a huge metal bucket in front of it.

Sharp-edged metal buckets easily sliced and crushed the bodies of those Mutual Aid Club players, pushing them to the sides, leaving nothing but dirty flesh and organ fragments mixed with dust on the main road.

"Maximum horsepower! Advance! Advance! Don't stop, don't stop for a moment, hit me when I encounter an obstacle! The driver is not allowed to release the accelerator even if he is killed! ”

Requa got up from his seat and roared loudly as he grabbed a heavy machine gun attached to the roof of the off-road vehicle and fired wildly.

Wearing a set of heavy water-cooled armor weighing 100 kilograms, Requi completely ignored the Mutual Aid players who were shooting at him sporadically.

This heavy armor was made in Russia before the war and was equipped for combat sappers. This super-heavy armor allows the wearer to completely ignore the fire of assault rifles and the fragmentation of anti-infantry grenades within 100 meters, and the armor has a temperature-controlled water cooling pipe and water tank, as well as a matching helmet and neck guard - except that it does not have its own power source, it already has the rudimentary characteristics of power armor.

The convoy rushed in through the gap in the wall, and the two mutual aid guns at the corner of the street barely fired two shots, but because no one calibrated them, the disemboweled shells did not know where to go.

The armored truck at the front quickly rushed through the street, and at this time, a dozen well-trained private soldiers jumped out of the back of the car, and after rolling on the ground to dissolve the inertia, they grabbed their weapons and struck into the barricade where the artillery was placed.

A few shots rang out and immediately subsided, and it wasn't long before the long barrels of the two guns, exposed outside the barricades, turned in the direction of the interior of the Iron City.

"Boom!" "Boom!"

The cannon roared again, but this time, the aim apparently increased by more than a degree, and two heavy shells landed on the roof of a warehouse with unmistakable accuracy, blowing half of the warehouse to the ground.

Most of the private soldiers in the convoy had already rushed to the streets and alleys of the Steel City, and the sound of gunfire and explosions was everywhere, and the entire western part of the military port area was already in chaos.

Qi Lin and Fog Eye also jumped off the wall and ran into the streets and alleys - at this time, the rear of the battlefield was the most unsafe, and no one knew when the missiles on the supercarrier would fall from the sky.

Only when it enters the street fighting stage, and the players on both sides are mixed, will the top management of the mutual aid association throw a mouse.

"Anyway...... Cooper, can you interfere with the weapons systems on the aircraft carrier? Qi Lin suddenly remembered his assistant who was far away in the 404 base, and asked out loud.

"No, in order to prevent enemy interference or hacking, a large weapon system like this is not completely controlled by electronic systems, it also has a set of independent control equipment, which needs to be activated by a key." Cooper replied.

"That seems to ...... The only way to take down the aircraft carrier first......" Qi Lin muttered, what he was most worried about now was that the Mutual Aid Association would make a move to break the wrist of a strong man - blow up the entire western area of the military port area, including Qi Lin and them!

And at this moment, in addition to Qi Lin, there is also a middle-aged man named Wang Kun, who is slightly fat, and a piece of the Mediterranean Sea has begun to appear on the top of his head.