Just as the patrol team on the left shot against the tower, more than a dozen patrol team on the right knew that something was wrong, so they quickly formed a tactical formation and surrounded the two rows of barracks on the right, trying to attack Liang Chen and Yao Weilin and others behind to relieve the pressure of their companions in the left barracks.

However, just as they hurriedly crossed the trench on the right side of the camp, suddenly, more than a dozen people jumped out of the dark trench. The guns in their hands opened fire at the same time, and at a distance of closeness, they completely knocked the people into leaves floating in the wind and rain. They screamed and threw them away, with blood holes on their bodies.

It was Gu Chengshan, who was responsible for the periphery of the outside world, and he easily took action and killed all of these people.

In the only remaining barracks behind the left camp, Yao Weilin and the others had blocked the people in the room. Both sides were shooting at each other. Although Liang Chen and the others had few people, they were better at the excellent weapons and the quality of their personnel. In addition, the two machine guns on the two towers were roaring and roaring for support, they took the absolute initiative for a while.

At this time, the powerful combat power of these soldiers who had been trained for a long time suddenly burst out.

Textbook-like standard tactical avoidance makes them run left and right in the rain of bullets, and their precise shooting skills are even more magical. Everyone can be called the gun god of the war king level. They are not scattering in disorganized ways, but are calm and composed. They do not blink their eyes in the flying fires, and their fingers on the trigger are always moving like a mountain, as if as long as the enemy does not show their heads, they are like stone sculptures, not moving at all, and never waste a bullet. But as long as the enemy shows up, they can always catch fighter jets at the same time and accurately shoot the enemy with one shot.

The head, coupled with the cover of snipers and the strafing of tower machine gunners, made the enemies more and more frightened and desperate. They couldn't figure out who they were all facing? This was too terrible. The marksmanship was accurate and the tactical coordination was also so powerful that they could not imagine that the high point control and low point offense were effectively combined, and three-dimensional battles were fought, and they even suspected that a large number of regular elite troops from any country were coming outside to encircle them. Otherwise, it would be impossible to achieve such a terrifying and effective result.

However, although the scene was superior in general, Liang Chen and the others were just superior in general. They wanted to kill all the enemies in a short period of time. If they did not use heavy equipment, it would be unlikely. These enemies were extremely tenacious and would rather die than surrender. Although they were already at a disadvantage in general, they were still making the final resistance against the military camp, as if they were still waiting for reinforcements.

"The machine gunners continue to maintain firepower suppression, everyone, get grenades." Liang Chen shouted angrily, and the guns stopped in an instant, only the machine guns on the two towers were still roaring, maintaining strong firepower suppression.

In three seconds, everyone's grenades were loaded.

"Fight!" Liang Chen shouted.

"Bang bang bang bang bang..." Fire lights soared into the sky, drew beautiful lines of objects, and flew directly towards the houses ahead.

"Boom boom boom..." Grenades shot straight into the enemy's house through the window or the gate, and then, terrifying explosions sounded, and the roofs of the roofs were lifted up. Huge waves soared into the sky, bringing out the bodies and broken limbs and arms. Fire filled the light of fire, and the two rows of barracks immediately turned into ashes and ruins. All the dead were missing arms and legs, and they were broken, like dolls played by naughty children. And there were not many living people who were intact, holding broken limbs and howling endlessly. Even if they were not dead, they threw down their guns in horror and leaned against the corner of the wall. This time, they were really desperate. This was not a battle of the same level, and there was no way to fight.

"Put down your weapons and surrender." Zhang Chuan held a thrust cannon at this moment, and his tongue roared angrily.

"Put down your weapons and surrender." All the soldiers roared in unison.

Those living people no longer dared to resist, and walked out obediently, squatted down at the designated location, with a look of extreme horror on their faces.

Now, there is only one dormitory that has not been blown up by grenades. At this moment, the people in the dormitory are silent.

Liang Chen walked out with great strides, looking directly at the room with an eagle-like look, "Get out!" He shouted angrily.

"Hua, what do you mean to him?" Yao Weilin waited for a while and was a little impatient. He snatched Zhang Chuan's Vulcan cannon, and hugged the trigger, and the five barrels turned wildly. The bullets rushed into the room like rain. The thin brick wall seemed to be unable to withstand the storm-like shooting, as if it was about to collapse at any time.

"Don't shoot, don't shoot, I'll come out." The house finally heard English shouts, and then a gun with a white cloth hung out came out.

"Get out!" Yao Weilin walked over with big strides, kicked the already ragged door to pieces with one foot. He reached out and pulled out a man wearing only a pair of big flower shorts.

The guy had deep eye sockets, a high nose bridge, and a tall figure. He was obviously a white European man. This was also the only American found in the camp so far.

"Take it there, take two more living prisoners, interrogate them separately, and confirm their identities. There are whistles on the periphery, and the rest continue to search to see if there are any new discoveries." Liang Chen waved his hand and walked towards the satellite receiving station that had been cleaned up there.

"Bang..." The tall American was handcuffed by Yao Weilin and dragged it into the satellite receiving station, slamming hard on the ground, and stumbled. However, he immediately got up, half-sitted there, and looked at Liang Chen coldly, without any fear. However, a look of shock and doubt flashed through his eyes from time to time. It seemed that he had not guessed who Liang Chen and the others were now.

"Name." Liang Chen sat next to the chair, took a cigar handed over by Zhang Chuan, lit it, and sprayed out light blue smoke, stared at the American coldly, and asked in a standard Oxford accent.

"Who are you?" the American snorted, but did not answer Liang Chen's question, but just asked.
Chapter completed!