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"Warehouse manager, are you so blind, or are you sleepwalking? Hurry up and shoot off that M2 heavy machine gun for me."

Hu Biao was lying behind a big blue stone, feeling the 12.7 mm caliber bullets flying around his head.

After swearing such words in his mouth, he quickly took off a wooden handle grenade, quickly unscrewed the cover, pulled the fuse, rounded his arms and threw it out.

It was thrown towards the front position, a firepower point that blocked their attack.

The time at this moment is already 5:12 pm on November 25th.

Their current location is in the Xingxingli area of ​​North Korea. The current enemy is some puppet troops from South Korea. This means that the Zhongzhou team's first serious battle has finally begun since they entered Korea.

To be more precise, it was the first time that Hu Biao and other veterans started a battle without blood.

In general, after getting used to the powerful skills brought by blood.

They were not used to fighting in such a battle.

For example, Hu Biao rounded up his arms and threw a grenade with thick smoke coming from its butt. It flew more than forty meters in the air and landed on the ground.

Such a bomb-throwing distance is completely qualified by normal people's standards, and can even be described as good.

Just facing Hu Biao, who could throw a wooden handle grenade sixty or seventy meters casually before, with the same effect as a small steel cannon.

Such a distance was too close, and the intended target was not achieved at all, and a grenade was wasted.

Originally, Hu Biao thought that even without the power of blood, with the strength of his arm, he could throw it 50 meters away and eliminate the sandbag position there.

There was about half a squad of puppet troops there, with an M2 heavy machine gun as the core, several Garand semi-automatic rifles, and M1 carbines firing wildly, which posed a huge threat.

The result? Because Hu Biao miscalculated the throwing distance, and there was no result at all.

Suddenly, Hu Biao, who had been blocked due to his bloodline power and felt something was wrong during the fight, became increasingly upset and angry.

Fortunately, the power of blood does not have such a big impact on the sniper like Warehouse Guan.

Lying down in a hidden sniping position, the warehouse manager moved the 38-gauge rifle with a sniper scope in his hand after hearing Hu Biao's orders from afar.

No scope was used at all. After moving the muzzle into position, I squinted my eyes slightly and pulled the trigger.

After feeling the more powerful impact of the gun butt during firing due to the lack of blood power, he pulled the bolt again to load a bullet and moved the muzzle to find the next target.

As for whether the target just now was killed? Who is looking down on?

Countless souls who died under the gun of the warehouse have long proved that this guy's confidence is not without reason.

The moment the gunfire rang out, the main shooter of the puppet army's M2 heavy machine gun tilted his head and fell directly onto the heavy machine gun that had been firing wildly.

Suddenly, a puppet second lieutenant who was holding an M1 carbine in his hand and opened fire yelled crazily:

"Quick, let someone else continue to fire~"

The main reason is that he knows that if this core firepower point is missing and the enemy is temporarily suppressed in front of the position, they will be flooded like a tide.

As for why, he didn't do it himself?

Just kidding, that is the enemy's main attack target and cannot survive for more than a minute.

After seeing that the opponent's M2 heavy machine gun was finally shut down, Bai Xiang climbed up from a crater while cursing, holding an SVT-40 semi-automatic rifle in his hand and planning to charge forward.

The reason for this is that without the reinforcement of bloodline power, her physical strength could no longer bear the crazy recoil of firing the M2 heavy machine gun.

Therefore, the only option was to replace it with a semi-automatic rifle.

But after getting used to the M2 heavy machine gun, which is a crazy big guy with a 12.7 mm caliber, holding this 7.62 mm caliber rifle in your hand is like an adult holding a toy, which is not accustomed to it at all.

It feels like the world has suddenly become soft.

But when the white elephant got up, he found that there were others rushing up faster than him.

In the recent period of time in the team, the firepower assault team, nicknamed "Team Paw" by other members of the team, consists of Mad Dog, Husky, and Frost.

A textbook-like three-person combat team was formed and they rushed forward.

The three of them are either werewolves or mastiffs, or their names have the name of a dog, so there is nothing wrong with calling them 'Paw Team'.

In the hands of these three people, there was a Bobosha submachine gun with 71 rounds of ammunition.

Or to put it another way, the submachine gun codenamed Type 50, which was imitated by the Rabbit family, started firing a dense barrage of bullets like water splashing at the M2 heavy machine gun position.

In the blink of an eye, all the people on the sandbag position were beaten to death. Only the second lieutenant knelt down and raised his hands.

But even so, these three guys are still very dissatisfied; because after the power of blood in the body is blocked, their tactical movements are too difficult to perform, and they are far less smooth than before.

"What the hell! When will the first phase of the system's mission appear?"

After restraining the thought of killing the puppet second lieutenant with a random shot, the mad dog continued to charge while cursing in his mouth.

It's just that the ones behind them, charging at the last position, are considered rookies who have been taken care of.
Chapter completed!