Chapter 429: Blood is burning (5)

The sound on the battlefield was noisy, and Rahn watched a large team of green-skin pour into his eyes like a basin that was overturned.
It is impossible to guess the exact number, they are hundreds, maybe even thousands.
In this position, there are only 180 soldiers and three wizards.
"All the teams focus on firepower! Be loyal to our motherland and give these guys a good look!"
Two heavy jīqiāng's roars quickly overwhelmed the company's roar. Larne could see the smoke from the bullet hitting the ground. Some green skin in the sprint suddenly covered his knees and tummy. Most of them were nothing. For protection, some are just simple, with some leather and rusty iron plates.
However, they did not stop under the shooting of jīqiāng, but accelerated the speed and rushed over the position, and the poor qiāngzhī shot in aimlessly.
Lahn leaned out of the body and fired a shot at the green skin below. His marksmanship was inaccurate. In the shooting assessment of the New Barracks, it was only a low level, but the number of enemies was so large and so dense. , So there is no need to aim at anything.
He glanced at his results, um, his bullet seemed to gather a small thing, said to be called fart or goblin? He didn't remember it very much.
However, it is always good to get a blood in the military career, and the fear in Rahn's heart slightly faded.
boom!
Another shot, this bullet knocked on a green-skinned head, and a hole was made in its horned helmet, but the guy just shook some of his body, and then continued to run, as if the bullet did not What great damage it caused.
"Ugh!"
After a shot, Rahn hammered the sandbag angrily, and then put the dànjiā in the five sons into the gun barrel and continued to fire. The standard of the New California Republic bùqiāng is the best bùqiāng in the world of human civilization, regardless of the rate of fire. Still accuracy.
The green skin was so crowded underneath that he hardly missed a shot afterwards. Larne used chalk to count the number of killing his enemies until he ran out three dànjiā. The number was 5-all ass.
From the high and low levels of shelter, the soldiers who defended the highlands salvoed the enemy groups again and again. The dense firepower caused many green corpses to pillow on the ground with burning black bullet marks.
But Ok was also fighting back, and some began to throw shǒuliúdàn and sticks zhàdàn in the most densely fired direction.
Because of the height, most bàozhàwù bounce off the with a click, but occasionally they find their target.
For example, something as thick as a man’s arm fell into a trench less than twenty meters away from Lahn, and then there was a rumble of bàozhà in his pinna.
Boom~~~!
Black smoke rose from the trench, and Rahn saw red debris splattered out of the trench like raindrops, scattered into a lifeless pile on the dirt.
"Ready to throw bombs!!"
The company commander roared at the same time, and his explosive attack gun snarled aggressively. The man looked grim when he pulled the trigger again and again.
Lahn grabbed the shǒuliúdàn piled on hand, made a throwing gesture, and hooked the tail lead with his fingers.
"throw!"
Zizi~~~
Lahn repeatedly recalled the skills learned in the new barracks, waiting for 2-3 seconds after pulling the lead, so as to shorten the enemy's reaction time.
He spotted a bunch of green leather, seven or eight, piled up side by side.
As his arms made an arc in the air, Larne noted that the smoking shǒuliúdàn flew into the enemy group. Although he did not shoot well, he did throw bombs in the new barracks. Arm strength is much better than peers.
Boom~~~~~~~~~!
shǒuliúdàn exploded, and the green skin with the machete and axe was instantly pushed in all directions by invisible force. Rahn saw at least three green skins fall to the ground with no signs of activity, which almost made him jump with excitement.
Other people's shǒuliúdàn basically hit the green skin's head, making them burst into tears and howling, and even the impulse slowed down.
Da da da~~!
A burst of noise rang on the battlefield, and Rahn saw a sudden flash of light in the surging green tide, and he subconsciously retracted into the trench.
At the moment when he just crouched down, a series of intensive rains hit the bunker lying on his back, lifting up the big and thick soil, and a soldier on his right who did not respond so promptly was very unlucky. Hit.
He didn't even have time to scream, the whole upper body exploded, and blood spattered around like rain of minced meat, even Larne splashed.
Larne slowly raised his head, his nose was full of smoke and stench, and the bitter taste of his tongue made him want to drink some water, but he felt like something was hanging on his back neck, so he reached out and grabbed it.
The hand was sticky and slippery, with a little temperature. Larne took a look at it and almost didn't spit it out.
It turned out to be a section of intestine, and the end was connected to the remains of unknown organs. I don't know if it was the stomach or something.
"Damn!"
Larne hurriedly threw the thing away, then wiped his hands on his clothes, but the blood could not be wiped away!
"Hey! Don't be idle! Go back and get shǒuliúdàn! Hurry!"
Suddenly, he lifted him from the ground with one hand, and Larne discovered that the company commander didn't know when he came to him.
"Yes!"
He panicked a salute, then turned and ran to the hole where dànyào was piled.
The company commander looked at his staggering back, shook his head, and turned back to the fighting position.
At this time, heavy-armed children with large sudden guns appeared in the large green-skin troops. They used a round of shots to suppress human firepower, creating opportunities for the assault of the boys. Ordinary bullets are difficult to kill them, and shǒuliúdàn cannot throw so far.
The flare rises one by one, illuminating the battlefield brightly, and Mountbatten prepared well before coming.
"Have a shot!"
The company commander of Lahn came to the only 75mm rapid-fire gun on the position and shouted at the artillery lying on the ground:
"Give that guy a shot!"
"Yes!"
The artillery crawled up and loaded while calibrating. The excellent performance of the New California Republic 75mm rapid-fire gun allowed it to shoot directly at the target.
"Ready to fire!"
Everyone except the gunner turned to cover his ears.
"put!"
boom!
With the muzzle flashing all the time, the breech bolt hit the base violently and completed the step of ejecting the shell~EbookFREE.me~ The company commander went to the gunpowder smoke in front of him with his hand fan, took a telescope and glanced. He also carried the green skin of the big gun, and now he was lying half dead on the ground, his legs completely disappearing from under his knees, obviously the shot was accurate.
"Okay! Another shot!"
The second shot arrived on schedule, hitting a guy carrying a big iron box and breathing fire.
In an instant, that thing turned into a huge fireball, rolled around a dozen green skins, and turned into walking candles one by one.
Attracted by the firepower of more than 200 strongholds, Ockey’s night raid troops are like light-flying insects. Once they fight here, they will fight there. The troops are more and more dispersed and the offensive is getting worse and worse. Occasionally, several strongholds were captured, but they did not create a breakthrough opportunity, because they were still full of enemies.
Time is passing by in such a meaningless seesaw.
In the middle of the night, the remaining Oak finally returned to the position where the attack was launched like a tide, and even the strongholds that were captured did not mean to defend.