Blue and White Society Chapter 529: Alien-like operation

"The information is wrong!"

"It is said that the town of Carmel has experienced a **** battle, and the enemy is short of heavy weapons and ammunition?"

The loss of so many tanks in World War I stunned the Blue Army.

Looking at the messy battlefield, everyone once thought that they had been wiped out by massive firepower from the red side.

But if you look closely, it's not right, there are not many craters.

This is not a surge of firepower, on the contrary, it is sparse firepower.

"There are only a few dozen guns in total!"

"It's just an ordinary anti-tank individual rocket!"

"Then how can we eliminate so many of us..."

Soon the Blue Army discovered that the enemy's firepower was not fierce, but that the killing efficiency was too high.

Scattered rockets, just like a thousand troops, one shot will destroy a tank, one shot will destroy multiple artillery vehicles, and one shot will kill a soldier.

After a few rounds, there was hardly a single missed shot, and at least one tank was eliminated.

This is an extremely terrifying efficiency. Generally speaking, you don't know how many shells you need to destroy a tank.

Often a shot goes down, but it just falls nearby and blows up a pile of smoke and dust.

It was hard to hit, maybe it was only on the armor, and finally the majestic tank broke through the smoke and continued to move forward.

Even if they are masters, they only seek to bombard the tank's tracks at medium and long distances, destroying its mobility, and don't expect to hit the instant kill point, which is only possible at close range.

However, at this moment, on the red side, there is actually a master hitting the instant kill point at a distance of several hundred meters.

Cleared all the tanks and most of the land artillery in one go, making the blue army dumbfounded!

"What kind of planet is this operation!"

"Damn it, are there so many professional players among these hundreds of people?"

Because the rate of fire was too fast, they believed that this shocking counterattack was done by the joint efforts of several professional artillery players.

Five or six professional artillerymen, plus former professional snipers, there are so many top experts nested in such a small position, the commander of the blue army wants to cry but has no tears.

Fortunately, they couldn't see the red team's record, otherwise they would have discovered from the record that this series of vehicle destructions was done by one person.

"It's time to rush!"

"What about professional gamers! We outnumber them ten times!"

In the beginning, the number of people was only five times the difference, but after the heavy firepower just now, hundreds of people were killed and injured on the red side, and the remaining combatable soldiers are probably only a few hundred people.

The number of soldiers increased by ten times at once. If the immortal players from the red side did not counter-kill them too much, the gap would be even greater.

"Ah oh oh!"

Crazy Ivan-type players rushed up to the high ground excitedly. This is now the red side's position, so no matter where they are, finding someone to rush up and blow themselves up is a surefire profit.

For a while, explosions rang out one after another, and enemies poured in from all directions.

Romon led people to start a street fight, but unfortunately there were not many houses that could be used as bunkers.

Even if there is, it is still ruins, and a grenade can be thrown in from above, so that enemy soldiers can climb over the wall at will.

I saw countless blue mad dogs jumping in from the wall, dancing wildly, and exploding at the same time as they were shot to death.

Before they died, they posed in various poses, doing their best to mock.

On the other hand, no mad dog could get close to the small house that Romon was guarding, and he was shot dead as soon as he showed his head, before rushing over in time.

Seeing that they couldn't get in, the mad dog players had no choice but to give up the honorable sacrifice and throw the grenade into the house instead.

There is no way for the red side to retreat. They were shot to death outside and killed by grenades inside the house. Like the blue defenders who were annihilated before, it is only a matter of time before they are killed.

"Enemy grenades can also be thrown!" Seeing that the defensive space of his side was getting smaller and smaller, Romon shouted eagerly.

This reminded many players that with quick eyesight and quick hands, many grenades that were thrown over were thrown back.

But who knows when the grenade will explode? More experienced players also have the habit of throwing by countdown, which makes the red side just pounce on and pinch the grenade, and is suddenly killed.

"Ding..."

A grenade flew to his feet, and Mo Poor hurriedly retreated when he saw it.

Seeing that Romon was not in a hurry, he took off his helmet and threw it precisely, just covering the grenade.

"Bang!" The grenade exploded, and Luo Meng and Mo Poor were thrown into the air, but they were not injured, and quickly got up to continue fighting.

"Awesome!" Mo Poor was taken aback, and then realized that this was probably a game bug, or a special skill that only appeared in the game.

"Hoho! This kind of grenade deals instant damage, so after being covered, the helmet bears all the damage, and there are special effects behind it." Romon laughed.

Mo Poor nodded and said, "I see..."

"This is just a trick, but you, who practiced this marksmanship in Bethlehem?" Romon could see that Mo Poor shot a dead soul, and the two of them together couldn't let a single person approach here.

Mo Poor said: "I practiced on Earth."

"..." Romon was speechless.

When **** was born, God illuminated the east with the star of Bethlehem, symbolizing the rise of the king.

This sentence means to say that Mo Poor is simply a master of marksmanship, but it is actually an affirmative sentence. Who would have thought that Mo Poor didn't know the truth, and changed hands and said that he practiced on the earth, instantly embarrassing Luo Meng.

Romon paused for a moment and said: "It's still useless, we can't hold it. When there are more people, we will die if each person has a mine."

Mo Poor asked: "Can the grenade be detonated in advance?"

"No, but you can change the trajectory..." As he said that, Romon suddenly pulled out his knife and swung it, hitting a grenade in the air and flying it away.

"6666!" Mo Qiong praised.

"Slip? Senior, the Pacific is done!" Romon said awkwardly, wondering if he should say '14'.

"..." Mo Qiong was speechless, and it took him a long time to recollect it.

He simply stopped talking, and focused on locking the grenade thrown in the air.

I saw that every grenade was hit by bullets, and then bounced off.

One, two, ten, twenty!

Many grenades were bombed randomly, killing many blue troops.

At first Romon didn't say anything, but as more and more grenades were bounced back by bullets, he couldn't speak fluently.

"141414... You are an Andromeda star!"

Mo Poor said quickly: "Stop being neighing, can you drive?"

Romon retorted: "Do you have a refrigerator at home?"

"Ah? What?" Mo Poor was stunned.

"Ahem..." Seeing that he didn't answer, Luo Meng said helplessly, "Who can't drive now!"

There was a reality show star who made an ice sculpture and brought it back to the homestay with the intention of using the refrigerator to store it, but he said in spoken language: Do you have a refrigerator at home?

As a result, the farmer responded with a sentence: My daughter has it in her schoolbag.

So far, when asked about nonsense, Romon has become accustomed to answering: Do you have a refrigerator at home?

Does this mean you are not talking nonsense? As long as you have a refrigerator at home, I will drive.

Mo Poor didn't know this, but he understood after a while.

Then said: "There is a heavy armored vehicle over there, drive it! I will kill it!"

"Okay! Let's have a good time!" Romon knew that he was going to die, and he didn't care about being crazy with him, so he quickly ran into the car.

Mo Poor climbed onto the machine gun mount on the armored vehicle, and rushed towards the enemy that appeared in the distance.

The machine gun seat is a semi-enclosed structure, with armor covering the left, right and rear. The front is the machine gun, and the top is empty.

So as long as he can quickly kill enemies who can attack him from the front, he will hardly be killed by random guns.

It was easy for him.

"Tut chug..."

Bullet casings flew in front of Mo Poor, sparks overflowed from left and right, and countless enemies in front of him were killed as soon as they showed their faces.

The number of kills keeps growing like crazy!

"Ahhh!" Romon is also a professional player, kicking the accelerator, and drove the armored car out of the almost undefended broken-down area.

His driving skills are amazing, and the armored vehicle drives at full speed on the ruins of the small town full of potholes and broken walls, with ease.

Romeng drifted left and right, occasionally crushing a few players to death, coupled with Mo Qiong's miraculous skills, as if he had learned the marksmanship in the Andromeda Nebula, he suddenly treated thousands of people as nothing.

I saw an armored vehicle soaring on the battlefield, twisting left and right, avoiding mines and explosions, rushing down from a high slope, crushing several people to death, one sudden brake missed anti-tank rockets, and another accelerated to stir up countless dust waves , speeding around the town, finding a weak point and desperately trying to break out.

This car is already extremely skilled, but the machine gun mount on it is even more incredible.

The flame-spitting machine gun spun itself, and the barrage fired in a 360-degree spiral, and the blue army fell almost as if they had been harvested.

This heavy machine gun is pressed down like a bedrock.

"Brother! You are really the Great Demon King!" Romon shouted.

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