Rise of the Wasteland

Marco couldn't hear what Eric said was "shame," he felt shame enough. Qin Weidong chose the target of his attack. In fact, after rejecting the advance team's solicitation, the former rich man in Angola began to strengthen his defenses.

Angola is a country where the rich and the poor are extremely divisive. Ninety percent of the people live in poverty, but one percent are extremely extravagant. Marco was once the wealthiest group in the country.

As a successful big businessman, Marco was able to drink top champagne from abroad, drive the best car, live in the best villa in the country, and play with women all over the world. Even if there are slums near his house, this will not affect his enjoyment of life.

After the cataclysm, Marco, who was not a chaebol, did not disappear, and he could do whatever he wanted in the chaotic world. With the force of private security personnel, he even lived an imperial life. However, good times are rare, and nuclear winter does not distinguish between rich and poor and treats equally.

A large number of people died under the severe cold, and only a few survived. Marco maintained his power with relatively sufficient food. He even used his own supplies to do business, and his life was pretty good. So he dismissed Qin Weidong's 'friendship'.

But ... the mutants that the mysterious armed sent to demonstrate were really terrible!

At first glance, mutants are scared by anyone. Marco has learned from various gossips that Qin Weidong has recruited several local forces, but he feels that the only thing that can threaten him is only mutants-the rest are dregs!

"I have a solid defense, plenty of ammunition, and a huge manpower, and I can definitely resist the attack from the outsiders." Marco decided to defend and counterattack, so it was less difficult.

Marco even has more than twenty pickups ready. As long as he wins the defensive battle, his morale will be greatly shocked, and then it is easier to launch an attack. Even if they meet the terrible monster warriors of each other, there is a battle.

Confident Marco was squatting in his old nest and waiting for the enemy to come. Who knew that the mutant was not here, but those waste soldiers who had just eaten a few meals.

Looking at the bottom "trash" who couldn't walk quickly, he dared to attack himself. Marco, who was behind his barricade, felt that he was despised. "I have a force of thousands of men, so I sent it Dozens of people come to attack? "

It's not just a matter of dozens of people. In fact, the first five people under Sardin were equipped with assault rifles, and everyone behind them had only a six or seven grenade in his hand. For such a crowd, Marco felt that he was too trivial and nervous.

"Get rid of the rubbish," Marco said coldly and ordered concisely. In his opinion, the opposite side would collapse as soon as the gunfire thought.

Marco ordered that someone fire immediately after the barricade. Uncle Hei ’s combat habit is not to let go when he pulls the trigger. Within a few seconds, it looks like a superman's possession, with dozens of bullets fired from the muzzle.

As soon as he heard the gunshot on the opposite side, Sardin, who was in charge of commanding a hundred meters away, lay down on the ground, and the whole person retracted. But he shrank back, but still drove his recruits forward and rushed forward, "No firing is allowed, continue to move forward, fire can be fired within 30 meters. Now who dares to shoot, I immediately shot him."

For poor Africans, being able to fire a gun in battle is success. The AK rifles they are generally equipped with have always been fierce with firepower, and their muzzle jumps are notorious. But they just like to fire a series of shots, and aiming is never considered by them.

The result was ..., the fire on the opposite side looked extremely scary, but all the bullets flew into the sky!

Fighting in Africa has always been a struggle, and whoever has the momentum is who wins. Often, two groups of people fired at a distance of hundreds of meters, and the bullets were fired and they went home. As for how many people were killed? The bullets are flying around, killing a ghost, it is better to worry about the threat of stray bullets.

Marco's subordinates are such a classic African armed force, and they can survive to this day because of the large number of people and sufficient reserves. After more than a year of eschatology, the combat skills did not grow at all.

On the contrary, Sardin's subordinates became mentally numb because of long-term suffering, and had to obey the orders of their boss in order to have a little hope of survival. They don't even care about life and death, they just move forward in the mechanized rain.

Marco's men shot two rounds in a short time, and before the smoke disappeared, they found that the waste on the opposite side did not collapse, but approached within 50 meters. Hundreds of rounds of bullets were in vain, not even the opponent's cold hair was injured.

Elite!

Marco's eyes suddenly became extremely sharp, turning extreme contempt of the enemy into extreme attention. Isn't this elite capable of withstanding the impact of bullet rain?

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, hold on!" Marko has seen the world, he also knows that his marksmanship is extremely poor, and it is normal to miss targets 100 meters away. If the opposite enemy collapses without being scared by the sound of gunfire, they can only shoot at a close range, so the hit rate will be much higher.

"We have a barricade defense, and it is difficult for the enemy to hit us." Marco was not afraid of danger, showing his momentum as the leader. Half of his head emerged from behind the barricade to observe the distance of the soldiers on the opposite side, and he waved and shouted, "Reload the bombs, and wait for this group to approach."

As the distance narrowed to fifty meters, the soldiers under Sardin's soldiers continued to move along the street. Holding guns and gritting their teeth, they hobbled like wood. Eating cassava porridge for at least two days will at least restore their physical strength and will not change their weak nature.

After the barricade, Marco could see the eyes of Sardinia. Ugly, dirty, cheap, and could die at any time, he was convinced that he was facing only the ordinary bottom of the city.

"These guys are not as good as slaves, and we don't have to be afraid." Marko expressed his bravery ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ waving a pistol to stand upright from behind the barricade, shouting: "Just because we didn't play Out of the real world. And now, kill these guys. "

Immediately after the barricade, a large group of people emerged, looking at the 'waste soldiers' who were moving with various guns and gazes. And just as they pulled the trigger, the five 'waste soldiers' who rushed to the front also opened fire.

The attacker was unobstructed, only to stand up and snap the trigger to the end. The defenders are dodgy, and they rely on others to put their hope of winning on others. As a result, the five guns on the offensive side could not lift at least fifty people on the defense side.

"It's okay, it's okay, hold on. The guys will shoot for a maximum of five seconds. When they stop, that's when we fight back." After Marco himself retracted the barricade, he didn't want to bet on whether the bullet would hit. Yourself.

And people hiding behind the barricades also feel that their bosses are very reasonable, they often do ‘five seconds superman’, and it ’s not a big deal. Start a five-second countdown, May four three two one ....

Can I fight back? Everyone raised their ears after the barricade ...

A few grenades flew across the barricade and were thrown in.

Whoops ..., lying down!

This is not expected!

The opposite person fouled. How can he throw a grenade when fighting in Africa? Uncle Hei's fundamental tactics are AK plus RPG. Who allows you with grenades?

The grenade needs to be approached before it can be used, which is definitely an abandoned weapon for Uncle Black who likes to shoot from a distance.

Wait ... this is not the time to discuss this philosophical issue!

The key is to do now?

The grenade was smoking ... it was about to burst.

What a puppet ..., run! .

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