Seven hundred and fiftieth chapters desperate fight
Wan Lin grabbed the tree branches from the canopy like a monkey and swung forward until he reached the edge of the forest. He stopped and hid himself on a thick tree branch, looking out through the gaps in the branches and leaves in front.
The trees on the edge of the forest emitted streams of black smoke in the violent explosion. The edge of the forest was covered with burning branches and blown-off tree trunks. Clouds of black smoke and dust covered the scattered piles of rocks on the shore in heavy rain.
Like bullets hitting the tree trunk with a "crackling" sound
Among the piles of rocks lay warriors holding scimitars, each of them lying close to the ground with their feet firmly planted between the rocks. The old patriarch lay between the two bodyguards and the three brothers Abu, holding a cold light in his hand.
Next to the gleaming machete, behind a boulder, lies the huge leopard, its eyes flashing with fluorescent light.
Wan Lin understood that the old patriarch had realized that his scimitar warriors simply could not compete with the modern weapons in the opponent's hands from a long distance. He had to put all his efforts into close combat with the enemy. This was the advantage of the scimitar warriors.
The whistling rain of bullets hit the rocks near the heads of the scimitar warriors. Large pieces of gravel and hot bullets flew over the scimitar warriors. The fallen scimitar warriors fell on the pile of rocks in a mess.
More than a hundred scimitar warriors lay quietly on the ground, their eyes shining extremely brightly in the darkness, like cheetahs ready to attack at any time.
Wan Lin was just shocked when he saw the corpses scattered on the river bank and the rocky beach. He did not expect the scimitar warriors to suffer such heavy casualties. They did not even know the basic tactical evasion when the opponent's firepower covered them, thus causing such heavy casualties.
But when he saw the warriors who were ready to attack, he nodded slightly. If they had adopted this strategy of avoiding his sharp edges, they would never have caused such heavy casualties. More than 300 scimitar warriors on the position are still holding their hands.
There were only over a hundred people holding scimitars, and nearly half of them were killed or injured.
Wan Lin raised his telescope again and observed the enemies all over the hillside rushing towards the river bank crazily. There were three or four hundred in total. There were already hundreds of armed men with guns scattered on the opposite bank.
They're all spraying fire
There are still more than a dozen light and heavy machine gun fire points on the hillside, braving the fire to cover their own people who have rushed to the river bank. A group of people by the river are rushing to rush to the newly built wooden bridge and soft rope bridge.
"Will Leopard Head attack?" Hong Tao's voice came from Wan Lin's earphones. "Wait and wait for the opponent to rush over and engage in close combat with the scimitar warriors. Then order all team members to enter the combat position to snipe the mobile gunners, and the blasters to lock the firepower point on the hillside and fight at any time."
"Get ready" Wan Lin calmly gave the order.
Now the opponent's rockets and grenades have stopped shooting. The thick tree trunks and crowns are enough to protect the action team members, so Wan Lin ordered the team members to enter the woods near the river bank and be ready to fight at any time.
The other party has already rushed over from the small bridges scattered on the river. More people behind them are quickly crossing the bridge. The people rushing past are immediately scattered beside the two small bridges and are crazy about the rocky beach and woods.
The strafing cover covers the companions who are coming after them.
A torrential rain of bullets penetrated the corpses of more than a hundred scimitar warriors on the rocky beach, making a terrifying "puff-puff-puff" sound. Pieces of flesh and blood pillars shot out by the hot bullets flew all over the sky.
On the head of the scimitar warrior behind the pile of rocks, his face
The tree trunks in the forest were also hit by bullets flying from the opposite direction, causing pieces of wood to fly everywhere, and sparks flying. The thick smell of gunpowder smoke and blood wafted across the battlefield, making it feel like a hell on earth.
At this time, the eyes of the old clan leader were already red. The rocky beach was covered with the corpses of his clan members. His face was stained red by the splattered blood, which was the blood of the warriors around him.
His eyes were filled with red bloodshot eyes. Ahu and Abao were pressing tightly against his body as he was about to jump up. Behind him lay two clan elders and the three brothers Abu, closely guarding the soul of this tribe. figure
The scimitar warriors hiding behind the stone were still lying quietly behind the pile of rocks. No one was wiping the flesh and blood of their companions that had splashed on their faces. A faint blue light flashed in everyone's eyes, as quietly as a ferocious beast hunting. Waiting for the prey to approach, in the hail of bullets, it fully demonstrates the hunter's calmness and ferocity, as quiet as a virgin and as active as a cunning rabbit.
The twenty or so enemies who were the first to rush across the bridge immediately lay down on the edge of the two small bridges, holding up the automatic rifles in their hands and firing wildly to cover the companions who were rushing over one after another. When more than a hundred people rushed over, they saw the front Without any resistance, they fired at the rocky beach and woods while charging fiercely towards the rocky beach in front.
A group of enemies rushed to the rocky beach in an instant. The huge leopard lying behind the boulder next to the old patriarch suddenly roared and jumped out from behind the rock. "Woo" with a gust of wind, it rushed towards the enemies approaching the rock pile.
The roar of the golden leopard echoed in the mountain col. The huge roar carried a decisive sound, just like the urging horn on the ancient martial arts battlefield.
Following the huge roar of the leopard, black shadows suddenly rushed out from behind the stone. The scimitars in their hands flashed with cold light and rushed towards the figures in front of them.
"Click, click, click." A string of bullets shot into the body of the scimitar warrior who was the first to save himself from the pile of rocks. More than a dozen figures instantly fell to the sound of gunfire from the opposite side, but more figures fell in front of them. The black figure holding a machete silently jumped into the enemy group the moment his companion in front fell.
Cold light flashed in the crowd, bursts of clashing sounds of swords and guns, the "cha-cha" sound of the scimitar slashing into the human body and the sudden screams suddenly sounded on the dark river bank.
A group of leopard-like scimitar warriors rushed into the enemy team and in an instant, twenty or thirty enemies fell beside them. The sound of gunfire suddenly stopped when the enemies were entangled. No one dared to shoot without permission when the enemy was entangled with me. The enemies pulled out their military thorns and rushed forward.
The sound of killing immediately shook the field. A battle with modern hot weapons instantly evolved into a bloody face-to-face fight between cold weapons. A fierce modern war scene seemed to be transformed into a killing battlefield with cold weapons from the ancient martial arts era.
The scimitar warriors gave full play to the power of the scimitars in their hands in close combat. The scimitars were either whittling, chopping, or using the sharp tip to sway the cold light up and down among the enemy group, and each one was hit by the scimitar. The enemy screamed and rolled on the rocks.
Screams and fierce clashes of swords and guns immediately resounded through the river bank. Seeing that they could not fire, the enemies who rushed up quickly inserted bayonets on their automatic rifles and rushed forward with shining bayonets.