The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

"Pull in!"

"Quick! Move quickly!"

The fallen gang member was dragged into the bunker by several hands. This guy was unlucky. He ran a few steps slower and became the first one in the team to be shot. The left knee was completely shattered, and only a few tendons and skin connections remained in the entire calf. He wailed loudly for a while, then gradually became silent. Now the Illyrian battle line has advanced more than fifty meters, and the enemy firepower is becoming more and more intensive.

Now there were people squatting on both sides of the hillside. Except for a few heavy machine gun fire points, the rest of the people were like whack-a-mole, firing their heads twice and then squatting down again. Cannonballs exploded on the ground from time to time, taking away a few unlucky people at random. But strictly speaking, the battle between the two sides has gradually reached a stalemate, and Watson is happy to see this happen. If Marcel hadn't been rushing behind him, he would have even wanted to play a cameo as a medic.

"I saw 5 fire points, concentrated on the left side of the highest rock! There are another 50 about 2 meters to the right!" Watson called Marcel over and shouted at him: "Tell your men to give the guns to Me! Yes, the one in black. Once I destroy those fire points, you can lead people into the next bunker. Is there any problem?"

"Fine!"

The one-eyed dragon didn't hesitate much and immediately asked the subordinate next to him to hand over an SVD. Watson took two extra 2-round magazines and put them on his body, then stretched out the muzzle of the gun and adjusted the scope.

boom!

Sparks exploded from the edge of the armor plate in the scope.

Watson immediately took the second shot, and the head exposed in the armor plate window immediately fell down. The third bullet followed, and another man squatting next to the heavy machine gun was shot through the chest, and his body fell down the hillside. He quickly changed the target and put the nearest hillside with a shaking head into the scope. Ten rounds of 10x7.62mm bullets were quickly fired. Watson immediately changed the magazine and hit the fire points in his field of vision to misfire one after another.

"go!"

A group of people immediately rushed out from behind the bunker.

The motionless wounded were left in place, covered with sand and soil raised by many shells. Watson ran and put on the last 10-round magazine, and a shell fell next to him. The vision was suddenly covered by the violently shaking darkness, and the sound of the explosion directly paralyzed the hearing. But just like in the game, the picture and sound quickly recovered. He just shook his head a few times and continued to pick up the weapon and shoot.

The little hill fort was getting closer.

In front of them was a nearly vertical cliff more than ten meters high. Under Marcel's command, the gang members spread out along both sides, looking for routes up. Watson was slowly checking the weapons. The explosion just now sprayed half of his body with fragments. Because he had to operate the SVD marksman rifle, the PKM machine gun hanging on his chest was also damaged. Fortunately, both of his arms were blocking the front, and only the butt guard at the end was embedded by two fragments.

"Are you ready? Come on in as soon as you are ready!"

Marcel was a little anxious. Seeing that Deathstroke was still telling Aji not to follow him, he couldn't help but urge him.

Then he saw Deathstroke jumping up on the spot.

Suddenly gunfire erupted overhead.

The people at the bottom of the cliff just stayed in place. In less than half a minute, the number of gunshots quickly decreased, and the firing of Deathstroke's PKM machine gun became more and more obvious. Then the gunfire suddenly stopped, and the crowd fell into an eerie silence. The sound of friendly fire exchanges from further away made the place seem even quieter.

"Empty!"

After a while, someone shouted from above.

By the time Marcel climbed up, Deathstroke was already sitting next to a cannon playing with cannonballs. The ground was littered with dead people, and the yellow concrete walls were covered in blood. There were two corpses cut off at the waist at the entrance of the fort, which gave the one-eyed dragon a new understanding of the arm strength of this strong man in armor.

Maybe it's the armor?

"Don't be stupid, hurry up and go to the commanding heights to support the friendly forces!"

After urging his men for a few rounds, Marcel immediately put on a friendly smile and came over to pat Deathstroke on the shoulder: "Well done! With such a big gap in the defense line, they will definitely not be able to maintain their defensive formation. But we have to hurry up. You have to rest for a while and I’ll call you later, okay?”

"Are you sure the boss in the manor won't slip away?"

Watson tossed a shell leisurely, and behind him were two le.IG 18 75mm infantry guns, which are complete antiques of World War II. While cleaning the mountain fort just now, Watson took the opportunity to absorb some people who were manipulating the artillery. Now, new memories and knowledge are being gradually extracted and absorbed in his mind.

"of course not."

The one-eyed dragon spoke firmly.

"Why? If I were him, I would definitely plan to run away now." Watson planned to delay some more time, looked at the other person a few times, and found that he had a homemade metal loudspeaker hanging on his belt at some point.

"Hahahaha! You don't understand this." The man laughed for a while and simply moved his foot back: "That son of a bitch's inventory is piled up in the manor, and he doesn't have that many cars. If you luck it out, it’s your lifeblood, and you won’t let it go until you die!”

"Inventory? Drugs or arms?"

"not human."

"People? Who?"

Watson is deliberately playing dumb.

"Are you really not understanding or are you pretending not to understand?" Marcel grinned: "Of course she is a young woman!"

......

The attack on the outer defensive perimeter continued until noon.

Several bunkers were lost one after another, heavy machine gun fire points were cleared one by one, and the enemy's defense line was gradually compressed to the periphery of the manor. This manor is large in scale, but it is not the refined and elegant type that Watson imagined. Instead, it looks like a combination of a farm and a plantation. A large number of enemy personnel were forced into buildings and brick wall bunkers, and the sudden and intensive firepower made the gang members unable to lift their heads.

But not long after, a small figure appeared on the hillside where the manor was located.

Marcel first raised his gun and cheered, and the entire Illyrian front soon followed suit.

Watson looked at the top of the slope with his binoculars. Several people were waving black and white flags. He knew that it was the battle symbol of the Illyrians, just like the totem on his body. It seems that this manor has been completely surrounded. If the opponent does not have any secret weapons or reinforcements, there is a high probability that they will be trapped to death.

"This is God's will!"

Behind me, I suddenly remembered the violent roar of the old lion Figueroa. The armored-reinforced version of the loudspeaker car circled a long way and finally drove along the rugged path to the back of the crowd. The old man still did not show up, but started to bombard his ears with his loud voice: "We! The Illyrian Alliance is invincible! At this moment! I am by your side! Dear brothers, take the next glorious step!!! "

As if in response to his words, a pickup truck roared towards the gate of the manor.

The enemy's dense bullets shot the driver into pieces dozens of meters away, but this did not affect the movement of the vehicle. A reinforced iron door was heavily installed on the front of the vehicle, followed by fire and loud noises.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

"Long live!!!!!"

Seeing the door being blown open, the gang members screamed as if they had been given blood. But the enemy seemed to have slowed down, and the gunfire flashed again. Several people next to Watson immediately fell to the ground, and the howling stopped abruptly.

"Concentrate your fire! Concentrate your fire! Shoot them!!"

Marcel grabbed the megaphone and shouted in Albanian. Several rocket-propelled grenades flew overhead and crashed into the manor guard tower not far away. The nearby occupied commanding heights and bunkers also launched an attack. Gunfire, shouts and explosions suddenly intertwined intensively and became extremely fierce.

But it only lasted for a while.

Although the defenders also have some shoulder-mounted weapons, they are far outnumbered by the Illyrian Alliance. Only more than a minute had passed since the old lion Figueroa shouted, and the manor in front of him was filled with smoke and dilapidated. More mortars followed, directly destroying a two-story building.

boom!

Ahead, another bomb pickup truck hit the outer wall.

"It's time! All attack!!!"

Although his face was facing forward, the man pointed one hand hard at Watson, and his urging was obvious.

Watson shook his head, told Aji not to follow him, then threw the smoke bombs on his body in several directions, waited for 10 seconds, picked up the gun and climbed out of the bunker first. It is actually not appropriate to use smoke bombs in this way, but it will easily attract enemy firepower. But Watson didn't care at all whether the gang members around him were safe. Marcel was not a fool. He knew how to judge the situation.

But that guy is probably cursing me now.

Thermal vision was activated, and several human figures immediately appeared in front of him.

An RPG flew towards here dragging red light.

But it's off.

Fiery shock waves and fragments erupted from the left rear, and some armor pieces that were deformed and cracked by bullets collapsed directly from the body. Several heavy machine guns also began to fire in this direction. Watson trotted among the craters, firing back a few bullets from time to time. He still has two 2-round PKM magazines left on him, and he needs to save a little, otherwise he will have to replace them with the RPK light machine gun after they are used up.

Bang bang bang bang bang! ! !

A series of strafing shots knock down 3 targets in front of you.

He stepped across the gap in the outer wall, and intense firepower struck again.

Watson still uses the old method, first sealing the cigarette, and then turning on the red-hot fluoroscopy to click out people one by one. His eyes quickly searched for the target in the smoke, and as soon as he found it, there were a few bullets. After emptying most of the magazine, there were no living people left in the small square in front of him. Watson briefly inspected the body. Almost every outer armor component had dents, and there were countless holes in the torso and legs. The inner layer was probably not much better. Just like the last time he attacked Warlord Tolan, this set of Deathstroke armor has no repair value.

Fortunately, I can still withstand a few waves.

After entering the manor, the enemy's firepower was no longer so powerful. The most obvious thing was that the number of heavy machine guns had decreased, and there were more bunkers, which gave Watson better room to play. After putting on a new magazine, he picked up the PKM machine gun and crashed through the earth wall, firing at the unprepared guards behind the wall.

The enemy leader has a tattooed face.

Last night, Marcel took out a hand-drawn draft of a giant ugly man. Watson did not remember the distorted face, but only remembered the messy mid-length hair and the entire chin with a black skull tattoo. There are many buildings in this manor, and the memory fragments show that the number reaches double digits, and the cellar is connected to the nearby mountain fort.

However, those gunners are stationed on the periphery and do not know the more specific internal structure of the manor. They have to find opportunities to absorb a few more guards inside the manor.

Heavy footsteps echoed in the corridor.

Strange sounds soon reached his ears.

Watson identified them and saw that they were women's screams, and there were many of them. Several footsteps were getting closer and closer, and as they turned the corner, three young girls in skimpy clothes immediately appeared in front of them. Their faces were full of panic. When they saw Watson, they screamed and fled into the other side of the passage.

"stop!"

"Catch them!! Hurry!!"

The belated gang members finally showed up. Instead of helping Watson fight, they all rushed to catch the woman. Marcel followed suit, holding the loudspeaker, and said angrily: "Don't touch virgins! Do you hear that? You bastards, virgins are going to be sold for money! Who dares to break me?" I want him to look good! I’ll fucking say it again, don’t touch your virginity!!!”

"Ahhhhh!!!!"

Several young girls had their hair twisted and were escorted out of the bungalow on the right.

Some gang members couldn't help but start to take advantage of it, with expressions on their faces becoming more and more obscene. Watson recognized that his unlucky roommate was among them, but the next second, the one-eyed Marcel rushed over with a knife and kicked him: "Check first! Do you want me to say it again?! %￥#%@ (Albanian swear word )! Believe it or not, I’ll cut off that thing of yours?!”

"Hahahahaha!!!"

Everyone laughed, and a cheerful atmosphere filled the smoke.

Bang!

Watson ignored them and kicked open the iron door in front of him. Now the outside of the manor has begun to fall into chaos. Those women are running around everywhere, attracting a lot of attention from both sides. He quickly found a corner and carried a few half-dead guards inside.

The west tunnel.

Half a minute later, Watson walked out of the room and ran towards a trail with a PKM machine gun.