The three special tactical teams under Jiang Longjie can be said to be the most elite troops in the entire Vault 187, although there are less than twenty people in one team, and there are only about fifty people in the three teams combined, but the military expenses spent on these more than fifty people every year are almost the same as the remaining hundreds of ordinary soldiers.

Moreover, these three special teams are not only the most elite troops in Vault 187, but also the henchmen and descendants that Jiang Longjie has cultivated for many years, and these more than 50 people are loyal to him alone.

Despite being attacked by the Red Shirt rebels' bazookas, the soldiers of the three special tactical teams did not mess up, and two soldiers with portable fire extinguishers quickly stepped forward under the cover of others to extinguish the flames on the blown up "bird-eating spider" power armor, and then the others immediately relied on the wreckage of the power armor and used it as cover to start a counterattack.

As for the other "Bird-Eating Spider" power armor, it retreated and exited the tunnel - in an open area, or if the opponent does not have heavy weapons, of course, there is no problem with the "Bird-eating Spider" light power armor to take the lead, but since the rebels of the Redshirt Gang have individual anti-tank weapons, and the narrow scene in the tunnel cannot be dodged, then the formation must be reversed.

The infantry took the lead, tearing through the enemy's blockade, occupying the exit of the tunnel, covering the power armor, which then used its powerful firepower to cover the infantry's advance after entering the open area.

"Inside the tunnel, clear!"

A squad leader with the rank of lieutenant shouted loudly, and everyone stopped shooting and began to alternately cover the exit of the tunnel.

The structure of the middle zone is not a single large open underground space, but is composed of many large caverns - from God's point of view, it looks like a fermented dough, and these cavities are the pores formed by the carbon dioxide produced by yeast fermentation in the dough, and the connection to these pores is a series of artificially dug tunnels.

Of course, if this "dough" is magnified hundreds or thousands of times, then each of these pores is equivalent to a complete shelter, and these shelters are connected together to become an "underground shelter network" for mankind in the new post-war era.

The tunnels in the middle are much better than those in the slums, with walls and floors covered with metal plates, and drains and ventilation grooves on both sides of the ground.

Soldiers from three special tactical teams quickly took control of the tunnel - in fact, there were fewer than ten Redshirt rebels blocking the tunnel, and there were only two bazookas.

After all, it has only been a little more than an hour since I got the news from the Red Shirts.

The length of this tunnel is not long, only more than one hundred and fifty meters, and the members of the special tactical team quickly rushed out of the tunnel - the exit of the tunnel is a public trade market, which is now in the opening time, but the originally crowded trade market is now almost impossible to see a living person, only a few corpses lying in a pool of blood silently recounting what has just happened.

"Be vigilant, anyone with a weapon will be killed directly, no need to ask for instructions!" After the leader of the special tactics team gave the order, the team members began to slowly advance towards the center of the market.

The environment inside the market is very complicated, with various pavings, shops and even "illegal buildings" taking up the entire underground space, and only a few dozen one-person paths running through the entire market area, which is the most vulnerable to black gun attacks.

"Smack!"

A shot rang out from around the corner, and a member of the Special Tactics Team fell in response, and a red-shirted rebel with a 56-punch in his hand and a red armband wrapped around his arm jumped out from behind the shelves of a shop, reaching out to pick up the weapon dropped by the fallen man.

It was a pre-war SCAR-H rifle produced by FN Company, with a heavy barrel, 7.62 mm caliber, and a double-rate night vision white light dual-purpose optical sight, in an underground shelter, such a gun could be sold for nearly 10,000 resource points, and even if ordinary people had money, they couldn't buy it at all.

The redshirt rebel was obviously blinded by money, and he didn't realize that the shot he had just shot down a member of the special tactical detachment, but the bullet was not able to penetrate the heavy body armor with a four-level bulletproof insert.

The member of the special tactical detachment instantly pulled out his pistol, and with two shots, he instantly killed the redshirt rebel who jumped out.

The other two team members immediately rushed over and pulled up the fallen comrades, and at this moment, a very rough gunshot rang out, and before the three soldiers could dodge, they directly strafed the barrage and completely shredded it, while the others hurriedly lay on the ground.

"It's a 12.7 mm caliber heavy machine gun, in the northwest corner of the market, on the first floor of a two-story building!"

The large-caliber machine gun shells swept a large area of temporary buildings to pieces, but in order to conceal it, the machine guns were set up on the first floor, and after the members of the special tactical team lay down, the machine gunners of the Red Shirts also lost their target in an instant, and could only shoot aimlessly.

"The 12.7mm machine gun, on the first floor of the gray two-story building in the northwest corner, calls the 'Bird-eating Spider' power armor, strikes the target with a shoulder-fired grenadier!" The leader of the special tactics squad lay on the ground and shouted into the walkie-talkie.

With a "thud", a grenade flew over the soldier's head in a graceful arc, through half of the market, and landed unmistakably into the building where the heavy machine gun was located—

"Boom!!"

The entire building was blown down by a high-powered grenade, and the heavy machine gun and machine gunner were buried directly underneath.

"Keep going—"

"Da Da Da!"

"Tubu!"

"Boom!!"

No sooner had the captain risen from the ground than gunfire and explosions rang out throughout the market, and a large number of Redshirt rebels seemed to have entered the area through another tunnel, attacking the Special Tactics team trapped in the market area from all directions.

The captain suddenly felt as if they had stabbed a hornet's nest...... Perhaps, from the outset, you should have detoured from the edge of the market, rather than choosing to walk through the middle of the market to save time.

Bullets flew everywhere, and almost every second a member of the Special Tactics Team was shot, and although it was difficult for the Red Shirt rebels' guns to penetrate the body armor worn by the team members, there would eventually be stray bullets that hit the parts of the team that were not protected by the body armor and helmets.

In less than five minutes, counting the three people who were killed by the heavy machine gun at the beginning, the attrition of the special tactical squad suddenly reached one-third.

"Call for support! We're trapped! Support is needed!! ”