"Amu, what are you doing, kid? Open fire and kill that grandson~"

Facing the position directly in front, the "Viking" just held up a one-handed shield to protect his head and face, but did not care about the position of his chest and abdomen at all, and just rushed towards him in a big way.

The behind-the-scenes commander, who acted as the deputy shooter of the crooked light machine gun, shouted excitedly.

Although he didn't know why such a strong core member of the Nordic team was so reckless? Did Liang Jingru give him the courage to do such a thing.

But what about him? The most important thing now is to take the opportunity to kill him.

So the commander behind the scenes shouted almost crazily to the main shooter Amu beside him.

Amu, a semi-rookie who joined the team at the same time as him, actually noticed such an opportunity long ago without any reminder from his teammates.

He didn't shoot for a long time because he was a little undecided.

I was thinking in my mind, the scene in front of me looked a bit weird, couldn't it be a trap?

The reason is very simple. After all, the opponent is also a core member of the first team, so he can't be so reckless, right? Has he dug a hole and is waiting for him to jump into it?

Such hesitation was caused by a shout from the conductor behind the scenes, shouted in his ears.

Amu finally made up his mind, no matter what trap he was in. He would first use the crooked machine gun in his hand to punch a series of holes in the opponent's chest.

With this thought in mind, Amu bit his back teeth.

Aiming at the target means pulling the trigger of the ‘Devil-Destroying Gun’ in your hand.

With a breath of "ta, da, da~", nearly half of the thirty bullets filled in the hopper were discharged in a very short time.

The distance is only thirty or forty meters, and more importantly, the opponent has no way to dodge.

If Amu still missed the target, he would really rather find a tree with a crooked neck and close his eyes and just hang himself.

And he didn't have the face that Hu Biao could resurrect him after the war.

Therefore, without any suspense, these dozen rounds of 6.5 mm caliber bullets all hit the opponent's chest, which was probably on top of the leather armor made of cowhide.

At the moment of impact, the bullet strengthened by the 'Devil-Breaking Gun' did not bounce away directly like it would under normal circumstances.

But on the material of cowhide, there was actually a stream of sparks flying at the same time.

Also on the opponent's chest and abdomen, more than a dozen clumps of blood suddenly burst out.

Should I say it or not! The other party is indeed the Nordic team, an elite member of the first team in this system.

Even if a 6.5 mm caliber warhead penetrates the breastplate produced by the system, its penetration power has been greatly weakened.

It may be that after penetrating the opponent's body, it did not penetrate deeply into his chest and abdomen; but such an injury method can still cause fatal damage to the internal organs.

Under such injuries that would be fatal to ordinary people, that Viking pirate still did not fall.

However, no matter how strong the opponent was, his body structure was still made of flesh and blood; the injuries and severe pain in his chest and abdomen made him stagger at this moment.

What's even more fatal is that the arm he held in front of his head and face while holding up the shield lowered himself unconsciously.

Immediately, he was wearing a horn helmet, and the upper half of his skull was exposed, which was considered a fatal flaw.

After seeing this fighter plane, Amu instinctively pulled the trigger again, firing all the bullets remaining in the hopper at this moment.

In the blink of an eye, the upper half of the Viking's face appeared.

No matter whether the parts were protected by the horn helmet or not, they were all beaten to pieces by these 6.5mm caliber bullets with unscientific power.

The core mid-level warrior of the Nordic team was like a wooden stake, holding his head back and falling to the ground. He could no longer die.

This is also the first strong man from the two camps to die in battle since the start of this war.

The two Nordic team members who followed him in the charge were also quite decisive in their actions; without the cover of their teammates, they immediately retreated into the smoke.

Let the M2 heavy machine gun left behind by Bai Xiang be the same as Xu Feng who fired at the submachine gun.

A string of bullets dropped from the fierce greeting, and they all went empty one by one. Only one bullet grazed the side of a target's waist and flew past.

I took away at least a piece of flesh worth twenty taels or so...

Finally, he killed an opponent, who was also a core member of the Nordic team's mid-level bloodline.

If it were a long close combat situation, even if the two of them were killed together, they would not necessarily cause serious injuries to their opponents.

Suddenly such a result caused a huge excitement to rise in the heart of the commander behind the scenes.

Instinctively, he slapped Amu hard on the shoulder and yelled a compliment: "Amu, you did a great job, you are a natural shooter!"

Not to mention "I am born to be a gangster", such a sentence is considered a compliment, but it is still a question of high-level gangsters.

Under the excited slap from the commanding officer behind the scenes, Amu's whole body fell towards the crooked light machine gun.

As it fell, a trail of blood spattered on the ugly heat sink of this thing.

Amu also let go of the light machine gun with both hands and tightly covered his throat.

Realizing that something was wrong, the commander behind the scenes quickly dragged his teammates' bodies and threw them toward the crater behind the machine gun position.

During this process, one hand also touched the first aid kit on the waist pole, which was intended to save Amu.

Unfortunately, after seeing Amu's wound clearly, he stopped with his right hand, which had already touched a pack of gauze.

That's because Amu's neck was hit by a bullet without warning, causing a direct puncture wound at the throat.

It should be a 7.62mm caliber bullet. The wounds caused by the front are quite large, and the wounds at the back are even larger. They look very shocking.

So subconsciously, he covered Amu's wound with both hands.

Such a self-rescue action had no effect at all.

A large amount of blood flowed out from between his fingers, and his hands soon turned red. Such an injury, even the combined efforts of Lao Qi and Hei, a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, might not be able to save it.

There is no doubt that Amu was killed by a sniper from the Nordic team in a retaliatory sniper kill.

After feeling the temperature of the blood on his palm, the unlucky Amu probably finally realized that he was about to get cold.

With a wry smile on his face, he released one of his right hands and pointed tremblingly at the 'Devil Breaking Robbery'.

As he opened and closed his mouth, it seemed that he was beginning to express his last words.

The problem was that after he opened his mouth, the throat area was added to the mouth. Except for a large amount of bright red blood foam constantly emerging, he couldn't even say a complete word.

On the contrary, because of such an action, my whole body was in indescribable pain.

Upon seeing this, the commander behind the scenes couldn't help but speak, and started to curse and yell:

"Okay! Let's die peacefully.

After I take over the right to use this gun, I will take good care of it; the other victory will also be yours, and I will take my own share."

After hearing such a promise, the smile on Amu's face instantly became relaxed. It was a bit like their commander Hu Biao's personal style of changing his face whenever he was told.

Then, without waiting for the director behind the scenes to change his face, he opened his mouth to complain.

Amu died as soon as his head tilted, and he didn't even waste half a second. He died very simply.

The commander behind the scenes was speechless and began to take action again. The main reason was that he understood that the weapon of the 'Devil-Breaking Spear' could catch the opponent by surprise.

It is easier to achieve victory when the opponent is not on guard.

Once the opponent is on guard and wants to kill the opponent with this thing, the difficulty will increase exponentially.

The problem is that the words he just promised have been thrown out. The bosses are spitting and nailing each other. No matter how difficult it is, the commander behind the scenes tells himself that he must complete it.

In the following time, this guy was full of depression, crawled a few steps on the ground, picked up the crooked light machine gun, and began to shift the fighting position again.

Because this machine gun firepower point may have been targeted by the opponent's sniper.

During the transfer process, the commander behind the scenes shouted, making a series of demands:

"What the hell! Give me a secondary shooter to compress the bullets.

Also, warehouse manager, are you dead? If not, you should kill the other party's sniper. If that doesn't work, don't occupy the manhole and let someone else do the sniper duty~"

Amidst such a roaring sound that sounded like slaughtering pigs, everyone in the Maozi team no longer felt that these members of the Zhongzhou team were just bumpkins.

Because this guy who screamed like a pig was just relying on the result of killing a strong core player of the Nordic team.

Any member of the system team must be given some adequate respect.

But what they don't know is that the outstanding performance of these country bumpkins from the Central Continent Team has just begun.

******

Of course the warehouse manager is not dead, although he was a bit unlucky today.

At the beginning of the fight, the force of the explosion from a 90mm tank gun shot him directly in the forehead, which was a huge loss on the spot.

But for the people of the Zhongzhou Team, this kind of injury that will not kill or delay the shooting is completely classified as a minor injury.

In the previous time, I took advantage of the gap when my opponent rushed forward.

He poured half a pack of styptic powder on his forehead and forcibly stopped the wound from bleeding; he then lifted up a sleeve that was covered in dirt and wiped away the blood that had slightly obscured his eyes.

After completing the above little things, the warehouse manager became a good man again.

It's just that at this moment, the warehouse manager has no time to kill the Nordic team's snipers.

Because in comparison, these 'Viking pirate assault teams' that are about to rush into the position are more threatening and must be killed first.
To be continued...