Another shot killed a man who wanted to pick up the ground machine gun. At that time, those who couldn’t find a bunker were all on the ground-maybe they could avoid flying from nowhere but being on a higher ground. Allen’s view of these guys was like lying on the ground waiting to die.
He even gave up the habit of shooting at the sights one by one with a single shot in two bursts, just like calling the roll of death. Every few seconds, a person will be shot in the head, and every shot will be killed with one blow.
Counting the first person who was killed and crashed, the gunman couldn’t find a bunker. There were eleven people in all. Allen killed these eleven people in less than a minute, but he didn’t even hit the second magazine.
Up to this time, this group of people have not found Allen’s location, and the environment in the melting fire mine has greatly interfered with their judgment. They can hear a gunshot from a distance and their companions are killed one by one, but they don’t even have a chance to fight back.
"The rest of the people are hiding behind the bunker … the gas temperature is so high that imaging can’t determine their position …" Allen moved the gun sight a few rocks back and forth slightly-some people learned to lead them to sweep the gun out from the edge of the bunker, but no one did it again after Allen shot through the palm of one person.
It is equivalent to a slow death to protect from damage even if the injury is not fatal in the melting fire mining area-these people can watch the oxygen department leak without carrying anything like repair tape.
This feeling may not be as good as being shot to death …
It’s not good news for Allen that no one shows up and the situation is deadlocked-although he suppressed the gang, it would be bad if his heretics heard the gun coming this way.
Chapter four hundred and sixty Offensive and defensive transformation
We must not be dragged away by them like this!
Allen pulled out two bombs with very strange shapes-the warheads of these two bombs are flat, the surface of the bombs is covered with etched lines, and there is a minimum chip socket near the tail of the bombs.
This is a kind of "sniper shotgun", which can kill the enemy after hiding in the bunker by setting the charge to fly to the designated position and bursting through prefabricated fragments when detonating through the numerical control chip.
Allen data line connects the bomb and trajectory calculator together, sets the fuze parameters according to the distance, and then pushes it into the gun bore.
The power of the prefabricated fragment of "sniper shotgun" is not strong, but it is weaker than the small offensive Grenade, but its advantage is that it can easily kill a light protection target of 1000 meters with long distance and high precision.
Allen doesn’t need to shoot them directly. If he can destroy their protection, these people can’t walk out of the molten fire mine alive.
Glancing at the image taken in front of the combat recorder, Allen chose a bunker with the most people, pointed the gun at the square of the boulder for about half a meter and pulled the trigger.
"bang!"
This special bullet instantly passed through this more than 100 meters, just over the huge rock and burst in a moment and a half!
Prefabricated fragments and hot metal jets flying everywhere instantly covered those hiding behind boulders.
Except for the leader who was wearing a carbon fiber lightweight armor, the protection of others was pierced, and those metal fragments even got into their flesh, causing them to roll around in pain.
These can be regarded as minor injuries, and with the continuous leakage of oxygen from the protective breach, this is fatal.
Looking around at this group of wailing and screaming "department", the leader was horrified. He held out his hand trembling and touched the scratches on the helmet mask. The metal almost broke through the protective mask with three layers of metal coating.
He can still act. There are only nine people left in the congregation, and they still don’t know who ambushed their team, where and how many guns they had …
But the leader’s breathing gradually calmed down.
He knows very well what kind of punishment he will get if he completes the prophet’s assignment on time …
The leader clenched his fist.
Compared with the chilling punishment just thinking about it, death is simply a relief
Anyway, it’s better to fight for your life. If you can kill the ambush, you may get a special reward.
He once had a friend who won a priestess award for similar merits-those priestesses were all social beauties from the Ark floor. As the saying goes, the skin was so tender that it could pinch water.
The root is not comparable to those women in exile who work in the wilderness all the year round and have rough skin like sandpaper.
Can the priestesses’ skin be squeezed out of the water? He doesn’t know because those priestesses are all wrapped in thick black robes when they go out, except for a piece of smooth and shiny calf root that occasionally appears when they step. They are all private property of the prophet, and only with the permission of the prophet can they touch them.
Thought of here, the leader’s Adam’s apple couldn’t help sliding and swallowing a mouthful of saliva. Somehow, the original panic and tension turned out to have dissipated a lot.
"First of all, we have to find out the position of the ambush …" The leader wanted to think about a dying congregation at his feet-this guy was unlucky. A metal fragment just cut in from the collar position, cut the neck artery and spewed out the blood, and directly poured it into the protection. He had left the gas, lost the air intake and gradually spread the pupil.
The leader directly took off his helmet and put a plasma helmet on his hand and wiped it evenly on the side of the mask.
He nodded with satisfaction when he held the helmet up to his eyes and saw that the smooth surface of the mask presented a mirror-like texture
Then he kicked the bodies of the congregation who had just died out of the bunker.
Seeing someone coming out from behind the bunker, Allen immediately set the target into the sight.
But he soon found out that it was a dead man and even his helmet rolled to one side-the other party pushed the body out obviously as a gun to trick him.
"There are three bunkers with enemies hidden behind them, but there is only one sniper’s shotgun left, even if it is played out, it is difficult to break the deadlock …" Allen thought to himself, "Do you want to stop? Taking advantage of each other’s hiding behind the bunker, I dare not expose myself and leave quietly? "
At the same time, the leader on the other side of the battlefield pointed to the nearest church order, "You rush out and get the machine gun back!" "
"But, but … there are snipers across the street!" The congregation shook their heads with a sad face and reluctance.
"Let you go, I’ll let others give you fire cover. If you run fast enough, he may not be able to hit you … if you can pick up the machine gun and go back, you will definitely get a reward."
"I … I don’t want to beg you, boss … I don’t want to die …" The congregation gasped and begged, but they didn’t kneel down to kowtow to him.
"Are you going to violate the will of the Great God and the Prophet?" The leader’s tone suddenly became cold and hard. "The prophet gave us the power to command you. I ordered that it was the extension of the prophet’s will … If you dare not follow it, it will be apostasy. You don’t want to experience the taste of a strange pond for yourself, do you?"
After hearing the leader say the word "method pool", the congregation body immediately trembled violently. He climbed to the edge of the bunker with a face of despair and looked up at the leader.
"Okay … okay, boss … I’ll rush out on the count of three … fire support … please support you." His voice trembled with his body, which made people wonder if he would suddenly fall to the ground with a soft ankle when he rushed out.