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Suddenly, Chen Xing received a slight tingling pain on his scalp, and he immediately retracted behind the stone. In the next second, a dull sound rang from the top of his head, and small gravels erupted backwards, marking bloodstains on his face.

Sniper!

He was taken aback, but soon relieved. How could there not be a few snipers for such a large force. But the situation is a bit tricky. His precise range is no more than 1,200 meters, but the opponent has 3,000 meters. The range completely crushes him. And he only has Ghost Fox as a sniper, and she alone is not enough.

"Boom!"

Between his thoughts, the gunfire sounded again, and the head of a nearby team member exploded at the sound, and his death was extremely tragic. Seeing that the situation was critical, Chen Xing carried the **** eagle on his back and ran to the back of the battlefield with his waist down.

"cover me!"

Throwing a word towards Wu Jinjian, Chen Xing rode on the flying dragon, pulled the reins, and the flying dragon raised his head and screamed, flapping his wings to take off.

"Hoop!"

Accompanied by the strong wind rushing towards the face, the flying dragon drew an arc and flew out of the mountain, bypassing the main battlefield, and flew towards the sniper's position. The sound of bullets piercing the air was endless. Someone spotted him on the battlefield and shot him.

"The captain of the cover!" Wu Jinjian shouted, jumping out of the bunker first, standing on the stone and shooting at the enemy below.

"Kill!" The players rushed out, and the bullets shot frantically at the enemy.

"Drive!" Chen Xing shouted in the sky, shaking the reins vigorously, driving the flying dragon to speed up. The speed of the green-skinned flying dragon can reach 200 kilometers per hour, and the enemy on the battlefield cannot easily hit it.

In a blink of an eye, the flying dragon flew across the sky and rounded to the back of the battlefield. Five hundred meters away from the artillery position, there was a vague figure lying on a small mountain bag. It must be the sniper. Chen Xing pulled the reins, the flying dragon meat wings stopped flapping, and he lowered his head to dive down.

The sniper on the low mountain bag was shocked when he found him, and dropped his sniper rifle to escape from the artillery position. How could Chen Xing give him a chance, holding the reins in one hand, and taking out the customized version of the Dragon Scale Guard SCAR that Ye Yang Bailiu sent him with one hand, and shooting continuously.

"Da da da da da da da da!"

Pieces of smoke splashed on the ground, catching up with the sniper all the way, sweeping it into a hornet's nest. At this time, the fire from the rear side flashed. He quickly pulled the reins

, Drove the flying dragon upward.

"Magrant..."

The rockets with tail flames swiftly approached, passing from the front and overhead. A strong tingling came from his scalp, and he subconsciously turned the muzzle and fired violently downward. A ball of fire exploded in the air, and a heat wave hit his face. The flying sparks stuck to the hair, and a little white smoke came out.

"Quick, otherwise we will all die here!"

In a hurry, Chen Xing roared, whether or not Feilong could understand the human language. Rockets may not cause fatal damage to him, but if the flying dragon is injured and falls in the enemy's line, he will undoubtedly die. In a blink of an eye, the flying dragon circled a big circle and finally flew back to the mountain. Chen Xing got down from the dragon saddle, his heart beating wildly. Can't take risks anymore, on the battlefield, a person who is not careful will be incomplete.

After killing the sniper, Chen Xing returned to the shooting point and killed the approaching mecha and the assault soldiers.

"The second echelon, come on!"

In the command camp of the Hunting Group Alliance, Li Tianjiao yelled at the walkie-talkie. On the holographic tactical map, the first batch of assault troops suffered heavy losses, representing that most of the red dots on their own soldiers had been wiped out, their morale was low, and they had begun to rout.

"Master Li, there is a very powerful shooter on the mountain. Our people will be killed as soon as they get close!" The messenger came in to report.

"How many snipers do we have?" Li Tianjiao asked, turning his head to the female adjutant with wavy hair.

"Reporting sir, we also have two snipers. The one brought by the Huang family is dead." The female adjutant took a step forward and saluted with a document under her armpit. Due to the excessive movement, the button on his chest was almost stretched open.

Li Tianjiao frowned, pondered for a few seconds, and said, "Let them stand by."

"Yes, sir." The female adjutant stood up straight and saluted again.

"Li Tianjiao, you are a good adjutant. Borrow to play for two days." A frivolous voice came from behind him.

The female adjutant suddenly stiffened, and her pale face formed a sharp contrast with the fiery red lips. Seeing through the sound, the one who spoke was a young man in his early twenties, dressed in colorful checkered fir, with dark eye sockets and dark purple lips. He was playing with a knife in his hand, and the blade was beating back and forth at his fingertips. The look in the female adjutant's eyes was like a wolf that found its prey, with saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth.

"You are free." Li Tianjiao said without looking back.

The female adjutant face was desperate, and the folder under her arm "clicked" and fell to the ground.

"When you return it, it may not be complete~" the young man playing with the knife said strangely.

"Huang Dashao, based on our friendship, do you still have to say so much?" Li Tianjiao turned his head and answered with a smile.

"Okay, Li Tianjiao, you have you!" Huang Dashao happily stepped forward and hugged the female adjutant's waist.

The female adjutant body was stiff, her eyes lost, and she was hugged by Huang Dashao and left.

It didn't take long for a heavy gasp from the camp, as if suppressing the unbearable pain, trying not to whine.

On the battlefield, the second wave of enemy troops rushed down the mountain, climbing among the rocks and corpses. Chen Xing held the **** eagle, gathered his energy and shot one at a time. His spiritual power has broken through the second floor of the tower and has 45 points. With the domain talent "Endless Sea", his spiritual power level has reached 90 points.

Each point of the mental power level represents a unit of psychic power, and each charged shot consumes two units of psychic power. Chen Xing can perform forty-five charged shots at a time. This is not to count as a shot while drinking potions. part.

Under Chen Xing's gun, the enemy troops trembling and rushing very slowly, the result is lower efficiency. Seeing that the battle situation here is stable, Chen Xing rides on the flying dragon and heads to the second camp of the ghost fox.

"How's the battle going?" Chen Xing found the ghost fox and asked about the situation.

"I rushed up a group of people and lost eleven." Guihu replied.

"From now on, don't shoot, hide, and only deal with snipers." "Okay." After the two exchanged, Chen Xing moved to the front. It happened that an enemy assault soldier rushed up and drew a dagger to stab him. He drew out the silver star casually and threw the opponent down with three shots.

The assault soldier fell on the rock, his lumbar vertebrae broke directly, lying on his back in a twisted posture, his eyes turned white, and his hands and feet were constantly twitching. Chen Xing filled the opponent's forehead with a shot, which was regarded as kindness on the battlefield.

When the third wave of enemy forces retreated, the sky gradually darkened and the battle came to an end. Chen Xing ordered the dressing to prepare dinner.

But in the camp of the hunting group, the gasp still fluctuates...