In fact, the victory was established as early as when two artillery shells accurately hit the security team's station.

The three major gangs had already dispatched firepower armed with guns to move behind in time, in order to prevent the tundra fleet's support team from attacking while the gang members were reveling.

However, despite the precautions taken, the attack of the 'support team' still caused chaos immediately.

Da da da.

Continuous bursts of bursting sound like raindrops, and dazzling tongues of flame erupted from the muzzle in the darkness.

It's obvious just by listening to the sound that these guns are far more powerful than native guns.

And compared to the sparse shooting frequency of native guns, these guns are like infinite bullets, almost never stopping.

The dense bullet lines formed a death fan shape in the air, like a sickle cutting wheat passing from low altitude.

"Damn it, these people actually have standard rifles in their hands, how is that possible?!"

Fan Lundin, who was still preparing to go to the rear to direct the counterattack, changed his face drastically, and he immediately felt that something was wrong.

Only one day had passed since the disaster. In his opinion, being able to make two simple versions of mortars in such a short period of time was already the current limit of the Giant Tree Root Station.

After all, there are no open-pit iron mines for mining, no mature smelting plants, and no established production lines.

It’s hard to make a meal without rice. No matter how good the craftsman is, he can’t produce batches of rifles and bullets by hand.

Therefore, with a certain size of gun team and two mortars, it should be invincible at this stage.

But what is frightening is that this tundra fleet is simply terrifyingly powerful.

In one day, they not only had batches of standard weapons, but also had the ability to produce bullets on a large scale.

Did they build a smelting plant and gun production line on the ship?

"I will fight with you now!"

The greater the risk, the greater the reward.

When I think about it, if I can eat this tundra fleet, I will most likely have a mobile arsenal.

Valentine's head felt hot, and most of the fear that had just arisen disappeared in an instant.

As long as we have the ability to continuously produce arms, where can we go in this New World?

What kind of bullshit alien race can survive being surrounded by a powerful fire front?

How can Blue Star humans be able to defend themselves against thousands of guns pointed at them?

Even if you don't enter the New World and just sell arms to the survivors on the fringes, you can still make a lot of money and lay an unshakable foundation in this wasteland.

"Stay steady, don't panic, the enemies are behind us, look for bunkers to hide!"

"They don't have many people, we have mortars, organize a counterattack, counterattack!"

"If there is no cover, just jump into the water nearby. It will be safe if you jump into the water. Their guns can't hit the water!"

Valentine's high-pitched shouts echoed on the wooden board through the loudspeaker, and the sound waves caused a ripple in the sea water before reverberating.

This is the most correct choice at the moment.

The opponent's firepower is obviously very strong, but it would be the stupidest choice to stop or run away.

Not to mention how many people the opponent's bullets can kill, just squeezing and trampling will probably kill thousands of people.

Only by letting some people jump into the water to divert the opponent's attack direction, and then disrupt the opponent's rhythm by fighting back, can we have a chance to win.

Plop.

It's like the water in the pot is boiling and dumplings are falling.

The sea around the inn burst into one sea, and at least two to three thousand people took advantage of the chaos and jumped into the sea.

Some of them, including those who could not swim, jumped in to survive.

Some of the remaining people who were far away from the point of entering the sea took advantage of the chaos and hid in unoccupied rooms on both sides of the passage, while others hid behind bunkers in preparation for a counterattack.

Bang!

Bang!

Compared with the crisp sound of a standard rifle, the bang of a native gun is extremely dull, and its power and accuracy are pitifully low.

But compared to the passive beating just now, the situation now is finally much better.

The places where the flames were spraying were finally suppressed for a short time, and they could no longer carry out wanton burst attacks.

"They should be out of bullets, be ready and ready to charge at any time!"

"Take down the Tundra Fleet and the Giant Tree Root Sea. We are the masters here!"

"Kill them! Kill them!"

The attack, which was slightly misfired for a moment, made the gang members suddenly become more arrogant.

Although they were running around in panic just now, they couldn't help but become excited at this moment.

Tundra fleet, fat sheep from the deep sea.

The boss has said that as long as we can capture them, everyone will have enough to eat and wear in the next year.

The temptation is simply too great.

If you had just traveled to the wasteland, you might not have such a strong sense of perception, but now that you have been in poverty for a year, everyone wants to seize this opportunity to make a comeback.

"They're in the sea, catch them!"

The gang members who had gone into the sea earlier suddenly saw the figure floating on the sea with sharp eyes.

As soon as the sound came out, hundreds of people rushed over with enthusiastic expressions.

"Hey, that's all."

Looking at the black figure gradually surrounded by the crowd, Valentine curled up into a sneer.

He had imagined that these people would be captured and obediently hand over their weapons.

Then he can use these hostages to gradually erode the bottom line of the tundra fleet, and finally achieve his goal.

However, before the sneer on his lips disappeared, at this moment, the black figure suddenly made a move.

He put down the rifle in his hand and suddenly fished it up from the water below him.

"Wait. That is"

The moment he vaguely saw the outline, Valentine's pupils shrank suddenly, and an ominous premonition suddenly arose in his heart.

As if to confirm his guess, the next second, a tongue of fire that was ten times more intense than before suddenly erupted.

Dong Dong Dong Dong

Like warriors beating drums on the battlefield, or like muffled thunder in dark clouds.

Several gang members who had just come within 20 meters were struck by the flames, and their whole bodies fell to the ground like ripe watermelons, turning into pulpy pieces.

machine gun?

They actually have machine guns?

No, what kind of power is this?

The surrounded black figures all pulled out their machine guns from the water in unison and began to shoot at the surrounding areas wantonly.

Great recoil?

It's not a problem at all, because there is no need to control the direction of the gun at this moment, there are enemies everywhere.

Can’t control accuracy?

It doesn't matter, the gang members have already taken the initiative to surround us just now, so there is no need to take aim at all.

A group of gangsters who were still grinning had no idea what was going on, and they became one of the casualties.

There was no time to think. In a few seconds, the blue water turned into blood red, filled with the disgusting smell of blood.

Are these people the gods of death?

Valentine was stunned and didn't know what words to use to describe what was happening in front of him.

Just now, he used mortars to break through the security team's garrison, which looked like a 'sky chasm', and lamented the power of modern weapons.

But now, the other party also used the same method to make him realize it deeply.

Modern weapons also have gaps.

To be honest, a local gun is still capable of fighting against a standard rifle.

But against a standard machine gun with a firing rate of more than 600 rounds per minute, without the advantage of the terrain, it was a one-sided massacre.

"No, we should retreat!"

From the time the machine gun was fired to the end, it only took about six or seven seconds.

But for those who have experienced all this, it seems like a century has passed.

As soon as the noise ended, Richard and Daluoshan who were behind could not help but escape from the command tent.
To be continued...