Call of Duty: This big brother is okay, he really does something

Chapter Sixty-Six Oh My Dear Davalis, This Thing Is Smoking Ah [Subscribe]!!

Today, SC Johnson was taught another lesson.

When fighting 7 of them, SC Johnson could feel their flinching.

This is also true, after all, the bullet is not long-eyed, and it is better to cower a little than to be killed.

Moreover, the magnesium guy relies on the advantage of equipment, and what flash projectile laser guidance and other things do not want to be thrown away like money.

And today, behind these three old men.

SC Johnson felt a completely different style of play.

Brave, tough, fearless.

In his hand is an old gun that the museum abandons.

I don’t even have a better body armor on my body, and I even wear a torn cotton jacket, but that’s it!

The three of them also dared to rush upwards against the fire, and they did not see a trace of timidity in the three people, and they played the momentum of a stormtrooper!

At this time, SC Johnson also completely understood.

Why were those predecessors able to defeat the enemy and win victory under such harsh conditions?

One person can hold on to a position.

A few people guarding a building can fight for more than fifty days.

That kind of record, even if it is made into a movie, there will be audiences who scold the screenwriter for making it up.

But with such a spirit, what kind of battle cannot be won?

Moreover, the more you look down, the more admiration SC Johnson becomes.

These three people are not really as dead as they are buried in their heads.

There is no need to shout slogans such as cooperation.

The three of them listened to the gunshots of their teammates around them and knew how to cooperate with him.

Resenov, who was at the top of the head, fired only one shot, causing the enemy to lose his combat effectiveness on the left wing, Dimitri followed up with the gun and completely killed the enemy.

Chernov on the right wing was responsible for observing the envelopment.

The three of them cooperated perfectly, and the SC Johnson behind them ran with them for half a day, but they didn’t find the opportunity to shoot!

As for Nikolai, he pulled out his wine jug with his nose closed and took a sip, looking back from time to time to see if there were any other enemies behind him.

The other end.

McMillan had already emptied the bullets, and he gave both the pistol and the dagger to SC Johnson, and he was cold as he watched a flare in the distant sky as a flare lifted into the air.

The barrett burst gun in SC Johnson’s hand stopped ringing ten minutes ago.

He must have also emptied the bullets.

The two didn’t have communication equipment, and he didn’t know if SC Johnson was dead or alive, so he could only consider the worst outcome.

Caught alive?

Lao Tzu Tang, a SAS colonel, was caught alive by their group of miscellaneous pieces?

McMillan sneered, threw away the 21 whose burning sticks were inferior, and looked behind him.

Not far away was a high-risk radiation zone, and it didn’t take him a few minutes to climb into it and he would feel breathless.

After the poisoning, the death was very painful, almost watching himself turn into blood little by little, but in this way, it was better than being executed, giving SAS a disgrace, otherwise John would have laughed at himself in front of his grave.

Gritting his teeth, McMillan made up his mind.

He couldn’t stand up at all, his leg was so badly injured that he had to crawl into the grass.

And at this time.

Just a few steps up, he suddenly frowned, turned his head and looked behind him.

He heard a very strange gunshot.

Incidentally, it seems that someone still hears someone shouting Ulla?

What kind of enemy would use The Bobosha to break the thing? Seems like mosin nagant?

After a moment’s hesitation, McMillan climbed back again.

He wanted to see before he died that someone would still use that kind of antique gun in 2020.

Then, after a few seconds of watching, MacMillan’s eyes widened and his mouth could not be closed.

“Ray… Resenov!? ”

The sniper’s eyes were very sharp, and at a distance of fifty or sixty meters, he could clearly see the appearance of the person on the other side.

Those old faces, he couldn’t have been more familiar.

The old guys are the gods of war.

When he was an instructor, he did not blow less about Ryzenov and others, and often used him as an example to train tactics.

McMillan rubbed his eyes, wondering if he had been poisoned and how he could have had such hallucinations.

But then he saw scoff behind the three of them.

The shy smiling man was waving at himself.

Immediately after that, McMillan realized that it was SC Johnson’s garbage transmitter that was working.

He actually came to the rescue.

Moreover, these three ninety-something old guys were also recruited!?

Is John’s now so well-connected?

Lao Tzu, I can’t please Rezenov on my knees!

Or is it that the SC Johnson boy is big enough to crush me?

McMillan shook his head and called out impossible.

At this time, Resenov stood in front of MacMillan like a god of heaven.

“You…”

Before MacMillan could finish speaking, Rezenov dragged him to get up.

As you can see, Rezenov has no good feelings for the old man in front of him.

An old immortal who actually let a child go out to attract his attention?

Shameless!

“Legs legs legs!”

A sharp pain came, and McMillan’s tears came out.

This will make Rezenov understand that this cargo was originally a leg injury, and it is no wonder that the shrunken head of the king is lying here like eight.

Hearing the cry and glancing at it, Rezenov was dissatisfied: “Shouting something, the fart can’t be injured and killed.” ”

As he spoke, he dragged McMillan to his shoulders.

This frightened him, and he kept retreating: “No, no, I can still take a few steps… SC Johnson! Help! ”

No matter how thick-skinned McMillan was, he didn’t dare to let the old immortal run on his own and quickly grabbed Sc Johnson.

At this time, Dimitri walked over and looked at him: “People are together?” ”

SC Johnson nodded, “Just the two of us.” ”

“All right, withdraw!”

Dimitri put his hand in his mouth and whistled.

Over there Nikolai immediately drove over.

Chernov frowned: “You two are idle, what are you doing in this ghost place?” ”

In front of these three, McMillan did not have the face of the old qualification, and Shan smiled and waved his hand: “It’s a long story… Hard work for the three of you. ”

SC Johnson didn’t know much about the fighting experiences of the three old men.

But McMillan was very clear.

Rezenov does not say that his record can write a special forces textbook.

Dimitri alone is not mcMillan’s name.

This one was even more ruthless than Rezenov.

He was a really good tiger tank… Stabbed five in one go with the dung pulling treasure!

Then Nikolai drove over.

The three old men must have been McMillan, who was qualified to sit in the seat, counted as half a crippled wounded man, and qualified to squeeze it.

As for SC Johnson, he could only stand on the pedal and grab the armrest.

At this time, Nikolai took the walkie-talkie and called, “Old man! Old man are you still here? ”

“Ready to land, we’re back.”

There was a few hisses, and someone on the other side of the walkie-talkie coughed a few times: “Hmm… How come your plane is so hard to fly. ”

“Also, my dear Davalich.”

“This thing is smoking!”

Hearing this, Nikolai’s face turned green, and he grabbed the walkie-talkie and yelled in his throat: “I told you that the landing gear is a bit stuck!” ”

“You wait a few seconds for it to go down on its own, don’t keep chopping that button!” In! ”