Chapter 628: Rebellion (2)

An off-road vehicle immediately behind the blood feast, as soon as it rushed in, the driver was knocked down by a burst of light weapons fire.
This time the rebels were so densely fired that it was almost impossible to escape their bullets. The car lost control, knocked over some rebels and hit the gray stone wall of a house.
The drag racing boss and his younger brother had just climbed down from above, and a large group of traitors wielding tomahawks and roaring loudly stopped their way.
Overall, they performed very well, trying to shoot off the traitors who were close, but they simply could not deal with so many enemies.
The bullet hit the two yellow helmet kids who rushed to make them stand unsteadily, but this is all that the SUV team can do before being submerged.
The next second, the boss of the car and his four boys were cut into meat sauce one after another.
"Are you all dead?"
Namat tried to call the following vehicle, but the communicator was noisy.
"Boss! The door is blocked!"
"You are too fast, boss."
"Boss, I got stuck in the ditch, did you pull the handle..."
Faced with this situation, Namat apparently decided to hide in the armored car and stick to it. They continued to fire with the gun mounted on the body, and the gunner used the dead gun to blast the rebels.
According to his judgment, what they did was nothing more than a salary, it was only a matter of time before the paralyzed car was destroyed.
Just as Namat peeped out, a small group of rebels rushed forward, they had an explosive device smaller than the pistol in their hands. Obviously they wanted to throw explosives into the hatch, but they were immediately attacked. Shooting over the ground, the roar of the automatic gun can be clearly heard even in the bursts of roar and burst of ignited fuel.
"Boss! I'm coming!"
A light truck suddenly rushed out of a gap in the retaining wall. The kid who operated the rapid-fire gun snarled and fired around. The bullet chain was wrapped around his upper body like a snake.
The boys in the car also jumped down and opened fire violently towards all the enemies around them, apparently wanting to merge with the feast that was surrounded.
At the moment, Namat felt thankful. It seemed that his impulsiveness did not make him the first warlord to die, thanks to the timely rescue.
However, this impression did not last long.
Boom!
Two crude rockets hit the galloping truck, and a burst of rain mixed with debris and live ammunition hit its rough welded armor plate, making a soft sound.
The kid who operated the rapid-fire gun fell backwards, and bullet holes were punched out on the face with tattoos. Most of the brain sap was carried out of the back of the brain by projectiles.
Just as he fell, another kid held the trigger and wanted to continue firing. As a result, a bullet shredded his chest and took his life.
Namat was unclear about the driver’s condition, but he strongly suspected that the guy wouldn’t end well, because the truck full of bullet marks immediately overturned, rolled forward several times, and squashed some rebels , But this result is far from satisfying him.
"Be careful, boss."
Just after Namat got out of the cabin, there was a gunshot behind him, and he turned around, but his nose recognized the familiar smell.
His deputy stood behind him, holding a big gun flat, a traitor fell to the ground a few steps away from him, and a big hole was opened in his head.
"The guy with the fart spirits wants to attack you."
"Are you an idiot hiding in that corner?"
This is the case on his mouth, but when he saw him again, his heart was indescribable. There was no doubt that he followed him when he saw Namat climbed out of the top hatch. He thought his duty was to stay with the boss. In this case, he does not intend to delve into these issues.
If you find yourself about to be surrounded by a group of crazy bloodthirsty and howling traitors, there is no better option than having a stronger bodyguard stay by your side, and there is no Okbynumat This one in front is more reliable.
The deputy nodded and glanced at the scene of the Holocaust that he had just witnessed, with his usual undiminished expression.
"Boss, the scene is really chaotic, isn't it?"
"I'm afraid that's it."
Namat said that he took a deep breath and pulled out his sword. He accidentally discovered that the other hand was holding the pistol. This was undoubtedly his unconscious move when he escaped from the armored car that was in danger.
He looked around and found nothing helpful. His flag car, which was surrounded by a bullet magnet, continued to fight back. The only thing he could be sure of was that it blocked the rebels' progress and did not let them surround it.
As everyone is familiar with, Ok's marksmanship is as bad as usual. They cause much more damage to their companions than armored vehicles. When the besieged defenders shoot calmly and orderly, the off-target and rebound bombs give The closely-lined rebels caused a lot of casualties~EbookFREE.me~ No traces of other tanks were found. What Namat can do now is to pray that at least one can come.
"Go here."
As soon as he finished speaking, he ran towards some suspicious bunker filled with burnt machine parts, and at the same time looked back at the situation behind him.
The two Oaks ran along the nearest building, forming a figure in a relatively quiet place between the two buildings, which was on the edge of an open area where rebel vehicles were parked.
Most of the cars are slightly different from what Namat saw in the Abandoned City. He deliberately walked forward a few steps and carefully checked the classic cars, trying to figure out what they were.
They are not well maintained or cleaned up like most of the Oak machines, and the armor is thinner. This may be related to the barrenness of the desert. All tanks are decorated with special decorations, flashy flags or terrible spoils. Hanging on the cowl pole, or randomly covering around the weapon support, most of them were rough painted with the symbols seen on the gate.
Namat showed them to his deputy. After all, he may be the expert who knows these machines best in the neighborhood. He used to be a mechanic kid before he found that he had no talent at all.
"Do you know what that means?"
His deputy shrugged.
"Boss."
He said briefly, as if everything had been explained.
Namat looked at it for a while, then suddenly pointed to the two flags and said:
"There seem to be some unique people here."
The next second, he immediately understood the hints implicit in this seemingly casual comment.
"Are you saying that we rushed into a battlefield command post?"
He asked, his tone calmly terrifying.