Even though the camp started to riot because of the fire, Chen Mo still didn't rush forward. He still walked around the camp patiently. The submachine gun still had a twenty-round magazine. Although it was not enough to send everyone in the camp to the sky one by one, it was still enough.
He opened a breakthrough within ten seconds.
When circling the camp, Chen Mo did not forget to repeatedly lure the camp defenders into firing. This was not because Chen Mo was sick, but because he was waiting for the other party to finish their ammunition supplies. The local native army did not have many bullets and lacked training, so they could act blindly.
After shooting all the bullets, he was already worthy of the meager salary he received.
But now, these native soldiers who had finished their bullets became Chen Mo's best shield. Taking advantage of the commotion in the camp, Chen Mo drove the white horse to change direction and launched a charge towards the opponent.
The white shadow swooped over, and in the eyes of the native soldiers, it was like the god of death urging death. The bolder ones dropped their weapons and started to flee to the rear, while the timid ones simply lay on the ground motionless and started pretending to be dead.
Chen Mo didn't fire. The bullets were so precious. They should be reserved for brothers who needed them. He just put on the saber that came with the horse, waved it a few times to make the soldiers in front run faster, and then threw the saber behind him.
It's a technical job to chop immediately after it hits the ground, and he doesn't know how to do it at all.
The drive was very effective. The German's already poor defense line was smashed to pieces by the broken troops. Several non-commissioned officers tried to reorganize the defense line while beating the broken soldiers with their rifle butts.
But then they were knocked down one by one by flying bullets. The beheading tactic has been tried and tested for thousands of years.
Chen Mo did not pause at all, but kept accelerating. He and the enemy were already in close combat. If he stopped for a second, he would be beaten into a hornet's nest by bullets. Only by using high-speed penetration to stir up chaos in the camp would it be to his advantage.
The bullets for the submachine gun had been exhausted. Chen Mo threw away the gun, then leaned forward and picked up a rifle from the ground. After pulling the bolt and confirming that there were bullets inside, Chen Mo fired without even looking.
He is already familiar with multi-target shooting with hand rifles. When he was a bounty hunter in Big Dead, he would often ride on a tall horse and shoot at targets, and in some respects, the firepower density was not even inferior to that of today's
situation.
Even though he lowered his body as much as possible and used the obstruction of his field of vision, Chen Mo still got shot twice, but it was only at this moment that he discovered the beauty of the iron sheet.
The full-power rifle bullet hit the person's body and paralyzed him, but Chen Mo only felt a slight sting. The wound did not affect his movements, and even the gurgling blood stopped quickly.
Chen Mo really didn't expect the effect of Iron Skin to be so good, but it was right to think about it. He obtained this skill by defeating Zhui Zhui. Here Chen Mo had to thank his beloved relative and friend.
Chen Mo, who was like a god of death, was walking between the flames. He was even more unstoppable after switching to the two guns. If other weapons were just to add to the head, the two guns were Chen Mo's body. The hammer bounced up and down, and the bullet chamber rotated.
Just like Chen Mo who aimed with his own hands, he didn't even need to aim. He only needed to point the gun at the target and then pull the trigger by feeling.
After drinking another bottle of snake oil to replenish his exhausted energy, Chen Mo looked at the big tent in the center of the camp. It was the only place that was not affected by bullets. It was guarded by soldiers behind him. But now,
Following Chen Mo's wave of death spirals in the camp, the German soldiers guarding the center of the camp suffered a lot of casualties. There were holes in the defense line, so it was time for the other side to worry.
Donovan was indeed anxious. He couldn't figure out how the other party could turn the entire camp into a mess by himself. He had never heard of such sharp marksmanship. In an era when snipers had not yet been standardized, if a guy with such a godly marksmanship appeared,
, there must be some information, but the other party seemed to appear out of nowhere. He couldn't wait to leave, but the guard asked him to stay here.
"We have many people, sir, you will be safe!"
Then he lost nearly thirty of his guards, and their bodies lay scattered around the tent. Blood spattered on his tent, but the other party was still alive and kicking.
"I want to leave, I refuse to stay here!"
Seeing another corpse crash through the tent and fall to the ground, Donovan couldn't help it. He roared and ordered the guards to take him out.
The guard captain could only obey the order, and surrounded Donovan tightly with several of his men, covering him as he approached the parking lot in the corner of the camp. There was a Mark IV tank there, although the driver was immediately killed by Chen Mo.
My head was blown, but the inside of the tank was still very safe. As long as I waited until dawn, there was still a chance!
The vigilant guards pushed away the broken soldiers blocking the way. The tents and supplies around them were burning, the high temperature burned their skin, and flying sparks fell on their bodies.
Donovan looked at the red world with vigilance. The figure of the other party still disappeared, but he knew that the other party was definitely staring at him and was ready to appear at any time.
"Ta da, da da..."
In the crackling sound of wood exploding, Donovan seemed to hear something, the rhythmic sound of horse hooves hitting the ground was approaching.
"He's right here!"
The guards immediately raised their weapons and looked around, and their rifles were equipped with bayonets to guard against possible cavalry attacks.
The sound of horse hooves became clearer and clearer, and a white shadow appeared in the smoke and firelight.
"There he is!"
The leaping white horse broke through the smoke, and Chen Mo, who was riding on the white horse, raised his pistol.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment. Chen Mo pulled the trigger in mid-air, gun flames spurted out, and the fire exploded.
The guards surrounding Donovan were shot one after another, and the weapons in their hands had not yet been raised.
The guard captain pushed Donovan away, raised his rifle, and pulled the trigger. He saw blood exploding from Chen Mo's shoulder, and also saw the light coming from the muzzle of the gun.
After killing the guard captain with the last shot, Chen Mo picked up the opponent's rifle. He did not pull the bolt and load the gun, but tightened his grip on the handle of the gun, just like a knight lifting a spear, and steered his horse forward.
Donovan's figure was already close at hand, and the other party also saw Chen Mo chasing after him. He raised the Walter ppk pistol in his hand, tremblingly pulled the trigger, and the bullet grazed Chen Mo's cheek, but his speed was not
A slight slowdown.
The white horse brushed past Donovan's body, and then stopped suddenly. Chen Mo, who had nothing in his hand, turned the horse's head. Donovan's dirty white suit was rapidly dyeing red, and the tip of a sharp bayonet was
came out from his chest.
After taking a few staggering steps, Donovan fell to the ground with a thud, the rifle thrust straight into his back.
