Yan Biao could not see the situation ahead, but since Biao Liao saw it from the scope and confirmed that the two terrorists had been shot dead, Yan Biao could also be relieved to receive treatment. However, whether what Fang Zhao said was true was as long as he saw the fatal injuries on the two terrorists. The guns used by Fang Zhao were different from those used by the people in the sentry, and the wounds caused were also different, which was easy to identify.

"Aren't you going to continue? There are still a few monsters over there." Yan Biao was puzzled when he saw Fang Zhao collecting the gun.

"Others can deal with it. Moreover, I have no bullets." Fang recalled. The situation has been controlled, and the remaining threats are not great. Leave it to the people in the sentry to earn military merits, so he has no need to snatch them from the people.

Yan Biao did not ask how he successfully brought the gun into Baijixing, but instead asked, "There are few bullets in this old-fashioned gun, how many bullets are there in total? It will not be bombed so soon."

"When I brought it, there were twenty left." Fang Zhao did not hide this. Yan Biao and the others disliked these guns from decades ago. If a gun from the old century was placed here, they might only be treated as antiques and sentiments.

"Twenty bullets, you dare to come to the battlefield? Enough?" Beliao, who had just arrived, looked shocked when he heard this.

Yan Biao was also. For him, who was used to using large-capacity magazines, he could not imagine, "What is so few bullets enough?" But when he thought of the terrorists killed by Fang Zhao and the monsters that were said to have been shot, he was holding back his words.

"So I brought a steel pipe." Fang Zhao shook the steel pipe stained with brown blood on his hand and had been deformed. Not every monster was shot, some were beaten to death.

Yan Biao looked at Fang Zhao silently for a few seconds, then handed the gun in his hand to Fang Zhao, "You hold it first, I have no strength to use it anymore."

Fang Zhao didn't answer and looked at somewhere in the air, "It should be that the people from the base arrived."

Yan Biao was delighted and looked over... he saw nothing.

However, when he thought of Fang Zhao's "Ditinger" evaluation, he believed it seven or eight. He stuffed the gun in his hand to Fang Zhao, "Even if someone comes to the base, you can hold it just in case."

Sure enough, soon, a black dot appeared in the distance. Yan Biao switched the communicator mode and applied for access to the sentinel communication network with a new signal. It was someone sent by the base.

After reporting the situation here, Yan Biao looked at the communicator again, and there were two unanswered calls on it. Lin Kevin's.

Yan Biao set up several lines of the communicator. The call on Line 1 is for people at the level of the sentry squadron leader or above, including the command room; Line 2 is heard by people at the level of the sentry squadron leader or above; Line 3 is for contacting the command room separately to understand the real-time monitoring situation; Line 4 is for non-senten personnel such as Lin Kevin.

I have been on the internal communication line of the sentry before, which is in the battlefield command mode, and I have been on the phone, so I can't get in from other secondary lines at all.

After Yan Biao pushed over, Lin Kevin asked anxiously: "Fang Zhao has gone up! Have you seen him?"

"Now, I see, right next to me. He is fine, and the people from the base are here, but it still takes time to check the danger. You can stay there first and don't come out. When it's safe, someone will come to pick you up."

Yan Biao's words are undoubtedly great news for people in the basement. This proves that the crisis has passed.

Yan Biao didn't say much, two soldiers came over to carry him to treat him, and he didn't need to continue to hold on now. As soon as he relaxed, he felt dizzy and his consciousness was a little unclear.

One of the two killed terrorists did have a sensing bomb, and they were embedded in their bodies, which was difficult to disassemble. After the people sent from the base determined the identities of the two terrorists, they transported the corpse with the bomb to a further place to detonate.

The explosion in the distance shook the ground and also proved Yan Biao's judgment. If the terrorist was allowed to enter the outpost, the consequences would definitely be even more serious.

Someone supported him, and Beliao sat down next to him with a gun. He was really tired, and he couldn't help but feel curious. He asked Fang Zhao, "Did you really beat those two terrorists to death?"

Bi Liao had just seen the injuries on the two terrorists, both of which were shot and killed. They were not caused by the guns from their base, but were very similar to those of the monsters that Fang Zhao shot. It is precisely because of this that Bi Liao felt incredible.

If he was a veteran in his seventies or eighties, he would only admire him, but Fang Zhao? How old is he?

The two terrorists are experienced and keen intuition. They have been guarding them for so long but have not succeeded because every time they just caught their figure, they avoided it as if they were aware of it, and they could not lock it up at all.

Don’t talk about himself, don’t know that even a few famous ace snipers on the base may not be able to do this.

Time, speed, decision, psychology, external factors, etc. will all affect the final result. It is not that Bo Liao makes excuses for himself, but it is really difficult.

However, today, what happened in front of us taught a lesson to Bell.

Even if Belia was unwilling to admit it, he had to accept a reality. Fang Zhao used less than a minute to kill a hand-held gun that had been discontinued and two bullets, killing the target he failed to win in twenty minutes.

This technology is definitely the special level among specialties!

Listen to what Raod and the others said, Fang Zhao's skills, shooting skills, and psychological qualities are absolutely ace wherever he goes into the army!

"If I had the ability of you, I would have been half the level. I would have been to school level long ago, so why are I still just a second lieutenant!" Bi Liao sighed at Fang Zhao. Why is this young man so unhappy to be a star!?

"How long does it take to practice guns?" Beliao was particularly curious about this.

Fang Zhao thought about it and replied: "It's been a long time."

"That's definitely not as good as me." In Bi Liao's opinion, he was a teenager and started to come into contact with guns since he was a child. He must have been more time to touch guns than Baek, but his skills are not as good as others, so Bi Liao also recognized it.

"You have a very talented person." Bie Liao had envy in his eyes. Not everyone can have talent, and it is impossible to ask for it. Some people can achieve more dazzling achievements in a shorter time than others.

Fang Zhao just smiled when he heard this.

talent?

These skills of his are exchanged for nearly a hundred years of hellish life and continuous accumulated injuries. No matter how good the skills are, they are not blown by strong winds or fall from the sky. How many times have the body and psychology been polished to reach the current level.

In his previous life, Fang Zhao failed to survive at that time, largely because of the accumulated injuries and high-intensity pressure on war. As a leader of a war zone, many things cannot be avoided. When he died, his body had indeed reached its limit. Even if he did not have the war before his death, he might not have been able to survive until the Genesis.

Rebirth gave Fang Zhao some new surprises, but in the final analysis, it was still the soul forged by the end of the world in nearly a hundred years.

In that era when every bullet had to be counted and full of dangers, in that period when he had to be vigilant every day and night, he might die at any time, he lived for nearly a hundred years.

That's not something that Belia could imagine.

When Fang Zhao faces those monsters, the body that fuses the soul will have an instinctive reaction.

But these Fangzhao cannot be said.

Seeing Fang Zhao, Bie Liao didn't care, but continued: "Your gun has too little magazine capacity. However, speaking of it, the guns of the old century had large bullets and very little magazine capacity. I heard that some guns had only ten bullets in the magazine capacity? I don't know how those who destroyed the century survived it. I would have despair."

"Well, I wish I could break one into a few." Fang Zhao nodded.

"Yes, I forgot that you are a god-level player in the "War of the Century" game. I heard that "War of the Century" uses the setting of the era of the century, and restores the things from that era. I will try it if I have the chance."

God-level players and other words are the terms introduced by Fang Zhaoshi in entertainment reports. When I saw it, I thought it was exaggerated. Now it seems that even if it is exaggerated, it is not outrageous.

Beiliao decided to search for Fang Zhao's wonderful game videos next time he had the chance to go online.

"I heard that some troops have been equipped with new gun types, beam guns, which do not require bullets, and have stronger firepower. They also have stun mode and heating mode, which sounds cool, and I don't know when we can use it here." Biliao showed his yearning.

"The equipment will get better and better in the future." Fang Zhao said.

"Then sure, if our Baijixing was still the Baijixing before, I could only dream, but now it's different, so I can still look forward to it. If we are equipped with equipment of that level, we can beat those attackers into scum!"

Speaking of this, Bi Liao also thanked Fang Zhao again, "If you hadn't discovered the ore, all the outposts had upgraded their systems and equipment, we, after this attack, may have survived less than half of them. There is no way, resources are limited, and the development order must be in sequence. Look, we are poor in Baiji, poor in equipment and poor in ranking, will we be targeted by terrorists?"

After a while, Beiliao sighed and asked Fang Zhao again: "By the way, are you interested in developing in the army?"

"No." Fang Zhao smiled, "I am an art worker."

He just wanted to enjoy this hard-won new life.

The sentinels attacked in various parts of Baijixing have stabilized, and reinforcements sent by the base have also arrived at various posts one after another. The communication network has not been fully restored. Although it is still impossible to support live broadcasts, the information exchange has been much smoother.

However, people online don't know.

The attack on Baijixing by a terrorist organization has become the focus of everyone's attention.

The military will not make any news public, so if you want to know the latest progress on Baijixing, you either find relevant people or have to worry.

This is the case with the vast majority of netizens on the Internet. They were so anxious that they could only vent in major discussion areas until S5 released a video.

It was Lin Kevin who posted it from Bai Jixing to the newspaper column group. In the picture, Lin Kevin was in a dark room with blood on his face and looked embarrassed. This was the first time he had appeared in the eyes of everyone in this image since the live broadcast. But at this time, no one would laugh at him.

"Hello everyone, I am your old friend Kevin Lin. My work certificate number is LKW7986..."

Lin Kevin's voice was trembling and a little heavy, as if he was leaving a last word.

Soon, local online TV stations in various continents conducted synchronous broadcasts.
Chapter completed!