Chapter 2183 Fierce battle is in full swing

"Puff!"

Two more shots came ruthlessly, and a car exploded uncontrollably. Four elite princelings lying behind fell and flew out. One of them had his calf cut by glass, making a bloody hole. His teeth were bitten off and he could not suppress his howl. The foreheads of his companions were sweating.

They should be considered masters and have dealt with countless such attacks, but they have never been as difficult as they are now and cannot be used with strength. Now they only know that the snipers are hidden in the opposite building. As for who they are, they are roughly in which direction they know nothing about.

More importantly, they had already felt cars coming from both sides of the street. Although the sound was gentle, they did not lack murderous aura. Everyone knew that this was an enemy, not a friend. Hengshan picked up his phone and yelled: "Where is the convoy behind? Where is the convoy behind? Why didn't he come and explode their heads?"

He really wished he had a machine gun in his hand, which could smash the sniper in the secret. Unfortunately, the Gatling gun had been destroyed by the other party, so he could only hold the short gun and hide in the cover angrily. Although Hengshan was a militant, he also cherished his life and would not rush out foolishly.

The spirit of Bushido makes people brave, not kill them.

At this moment, the six reserve cars were blocked by a primary school bus. Looking at the yellow cars slowly coming, the princeling elites who were trying their best to rush to the site of the incident, subconsciously slowing down and lowering their guns in their hands, they could knock over the rest of the cars of the people.

But I dare not act rashly on school buses, that is their next generation.

Also as they were slowing down, the yellow school bus suddenly rumbled towards them, like a vicious dog with rabies. At the same time, a figure rushed out of the car window at a very fast speed, hugged a pillar next to it and slid down, allowing the school bus to collide the convoy.

The elite princelings could smell a trace of danger. The front car saw that there was no one in the school bus at once, and immediately informed the companions behind them and asked them to get out of the bus and avoid the crazy school bus. As soon as the warning was issued, the school bus hit the first car with a bang, and the glass flew everywhere.

The princelings members holding the phone to warn him half a beat slower. Before their right foot had completely left the car door, they were hit by a yellow school bus. With a shout, they followed the car and flew out, falling straight to the windshield of the third car, and a large crack broke out on the glass on the back.

"Um!"

When he couldn't help but let out a muffled groan, the yellow car was already pushing two cars and hitting them. Before his companions could pull him up, a car hit his body, causing him to spew a lot of blood, his head tilted and his intercom slid out with a bang.

The accelerator of the yellow school bus was obviously trampled, so even if it knocked over two cars, it did not stop. It was always a situation where one road was hit to the bottom, so that the elite princelings who wanted to carry heavy weapons could only dissipate their thoughts to save their lives. God knows whether the school bus would knock itself into meat sauce.

This is similar to the quality of an armored vehicle.

"kill!"

When the scene became crowded and chaotic, the sky fell from the six-meter-high roof like a sharp arrow into the middle of the elite princelings like a sharp arrow. When he charged, An Xiaoting, wearing a mask, waved his hand, and thirty Hongmen loyalists also slid down and pressed towards the crowded enemy.

Seeing Changkong appearing in, the elite princelings who could not aim at the close range also flashed out a dagger with murderous intent to fight. Changkong, who first landed, was even more focused on them. As soon as he broke into the battlefield covered by rain, an elite princelings swung out a dagger.

Li Feng covers the face!

Faced with the slashing of hard, Changkong did not have any ups and downs on his face. He dodged slightly to avoid the opponent's edge, then moved forward and kicked the opponent's lower abdomen. The explosive power of this kick was extremely strong, and with three points of hatred, ordinary people could not bear his heavy blow at all.

So an elite princeling player who was kicked up in front of his lower abdomen, and he screamed and threw the dagger to the ground. He also flew to the side. Before he could struggle, he shot into his neck with a shot, and blood flowed out, causing An Xiaoting, who was watching the battle upstairs to feel appreciative and all his fears were dissipated.

An Xiaoting was once solemn and anxious when she joined Zhao Heng's plan to attack the elite of the princelings. Even though Zhao Heng was so desperate that she had to gather the loyalists to attack, she still had an inner fear. She respected the princelings as gods, and did not have much confidence to confront her.

But the cruel style shown by Changkong gave her a little more confidence at this time. At least the princelings who have always been regarded as jackals and beasts by her are not the invincible and domineering they imagined. An Xiaoting looked at Changkong's slender body, and a smile appeared on her face, with a hint of rosy:

"I didn't expect even his men were so brave."

Changkong pulled out his spear from the enemy's neck. At this moment, an angry roar came from around him. Three elite princelings came from Changkong, left and right. The dagger in his hand was radiant. Changkong sneered in contempt, pulled the gun forward, went from bottom to top, and picked out several shots with his backhand.

The daggers of the three elite princelings were cut off. When they were stunned, they felt their throats cold. They gathered their strength to lower their heads and glanced. Their chest was already covered with blood. Then they fell to the ground with a bang. Changkong stepped over them, and the target directly looked for the other enemies.

More than 30 Hongmen's children were excited by the sky's blood. They were covered with their faces and held the sharp and hard samurai swords tightly, and they all charged forward with death. So when they fought, they were like crazy cows, with a huge sword light. The two of them fought one by one, with a tragic sword technique and high fighting spirit.

Seeing that the situation began to stabilize, An Xiaoting waved his finger and threw out twenty people. The addition of these people made the scene violent again. The Hongmen's children took action more and more ruthlessly. The number of elite princelings gradually decreased, and batches fell down, and the smell of blood filled the scene, and the drizzle drizzled.

"Bang bang bang!"

An elite princeling lying on the ground covered his wound and pulled out a firearm and pulled the trigger at the Hongmen who was rushing towards him. He was unable to resist and didn't care about being injured by accident. Three gunshots sounded, and the Hongmen who were in front fell down, and blood splattered in his chest and lost his vitality.

"Swoosh!"

When he turned the spear head to point at another Hongmen clan, An Xiaoting threw a dagger directly. With a sharp sound, the dagger stabbed the former in the throat and nailed him to the ground. The next second, An Xiaoting also flashed out a saber and led six confidants to the roof to join the battle group.

They were wearing rain, dragging samurai swords, running with all their might in the rain. The momentum was like a rainbow, which made people feel a sense of fear. Then there was a sword light and sword shadow. An Xiaoting also burst out with rare courage. She fought against enemies with strong combat power. The moves were all in a state of death.

The sky was hazy and the ground was tragic.

Within a few minutes, most of the elite princelings were killed and injured.

A middle-aged man who had never moved saw his companion die and walked up from behind. Without saying a word, he attacked the crowd and took action. He was cruel and cruel. Three Hongmen's children were instantly thrown away, their bodies were thrown away from the ground, and they were thrown out of the battlefield. The samurai sword was broken into two pieces.

Changkong narrowed his eyes and rushed out suddenly, locking in the middle-aged man to attack violently. The middle-aged man looked calm and bent his knees slightly. His whole person bounced up instantly, like a cannonball, holding a samurai sword and suddenly blasted towards Changkong. His murderous aura was fierce, and both sides were desperately fighting with both sides.

The two were not afraid.

The spear and the samurai sword quickly approached. With a sound, the samurai sword held the storm of a rainbow and confronted each other in the air. Just as the middle-aged man opened his mouth slightly and flashed a metal light, a vision emerged. The spear tip of the spear suddenly burst into three feet and stabbed into the other party's throat.

A stream of blood burst out, and the middle-aged man's eyes widened in disbelief. When a round bead fell from his mouth, he also shook back and fell down. There was blood on his chest, and there was no hope of life. Changkong poked the gun forward and easily took the crystal gun head back.

A trace of rain on Changkong's face: "Kill!"

There is no suspense in the battle between the two sides, and the collision between the needle and the wheat-mang is over.

While talking about Su Su's name in Changkong and fighting with An Xiaoting, more than 20 people fell down by the gunshots of Hengshan and the others. Hengshan was so angry that he could not call the phone for a long time, and the backup support had not appeared for a long time, which was obviously a great disaster.

The opponent's firepower began to increase. Originally, there were only two sniper rifles, and they kept setting cold guns. They shot cars one by one, overturned more than a dozen elite princelings, and left the rest of them without much cover. All the members who intended to touch the rooftop were thrown off the rooftop.

He counted the number of people in the sky, and there were only twelve people left. He felt extremely angry and frustrated. He fought with real guns and live ammunition. The followers and firepower were definitely awesome, but the damn opponent seemed to have figured out their equipment and personnel, and destroyed their heavy weapons in the first few shots.

Moreover, compared to shooting people, the other party pays more attention to blowing up the cars and then using the debris caused by the cars to hurt them. It has to be said that every detail is thoroughly considered, making Hengshan and the others willing to kill the thief but unable to turn the world back. More than ten people and more than ten guns seemed fragile at this moment.

But he was a little puzzled. The other party just swayed and attacked. Although many elite princes were killed, if he did not show up to attack, he would not be able to kill Hengshan hiding behind the pillar. He believed that no matter how hard he blocked the support, Shanchuan Yiqing would support it in half an hour.

If he is killed for less than half an hour, the sniper will fail this time.

"Hengshanjun, the backup support cannot be received!"

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