The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Fuck!!"

Bachram began to sprint with all his strength, too late to look around the situation.

The sky was completely dark, and every dark corner in front of him seemed to be able to see flashes from the muzzle.

The only good news is that the machine gun hasn't been set up yet. Maybe it was too nervous after being approached. The two boys were fiddling with the stand.

"Run to death for me!!"

Bachram shouted to his people, using all the power he could use on his legs to get the fastest speed.

His muscles became hot, and the cold wind poured into his lungs, making them feel like they were burning.

Bullets fired by others fell around him, but didn't hit anything.

There was no pain and no strong sense of impact. Someone suddenly yelled. He couldn't tell who was shot. Stopping at this time would undoubtedly kill him.

"Keep on running!"

He yelled and rushed towards the opponent with all his strength.

Finally, the machine gun was erected, and the muzzle spewed a torrent, and the rain stirred the earth.

But Bahram had come close enough that he passed through the firing range of the machine gun, so fast that he couldn't stop, and a sliding shovel fell sideways on the ground while a man pointed the gun at him.

When he raised his head, he happened to see Homo pierce the attacker's chest with his dagger.

When the gang’s gold medalist was constantly screaming, he lifted the man up with his free hand, smashed them at the panic-stricken people who wanted to drag the machine gun away, and drew out the knife in an instant. The man's cry stopped abruptly.

The sound of the gun announced that another enemy who had remained in the bunker had been eliminated. Robin was not only accurate with his sword, but also with special marksmanship.

Only for a while, this firepower point that had troubled them for a long time was completely removed.

"Quick! Come on up!"

Bachram quickly called the team members below to a safer place, but there was only a heavy gasp in the intercom.

He immediately climbed to the edge of the bunker and looked at it and saw that the others were climbing up hard, but there were two new bodies lying on the gravel ground bleeding, one of them was still moving.

It is merit.

Bachram's gaze saw his injured player lying outside, and he immediately wanted to run to rescue the opponent, but his wrist was caught by Homo's powerful hand.

"Don't do stupid things."

The other party lowered his voice and said:

"I can feel that there are many guns pointed here in the jungle... Do you know there is a tactic, which is to use the wounded to attract the rescuer into the trap. I was shot once, and I almost got slashed in the face that time? opened."

Haomo pointed to the shallow scar on his forehead.

"Haomo is right."

Robin made a rare comment.

"If you run out for less than ten seconds, you will be sifted by bullets, and I can't lose another person. Think about it."

"But he is not dead yet."

Bachram said through his clenched teeth, still struggling to get up.

Perhaps after hearing these words, Fude actually endured the terrible pain on his body and propped himself up and knelt on one knee.

Afterwards, he compared a gesture in the direction where Bahram was. This gesture was commonly used by the Astral Army, and the meaning was very simple.

He will take over the command.

This action was enough to attract the attention of the gunmen in the jungle.

They shot another wave of bullets, and Fude's body shuddered as he was torn apart by the impact of the bullet, and then fell forward into the blood-stained gravel ground, completely motionless.

In the end, the two remaining fortunately climbed to the edge of the high bunker, joined Bahram and the others, and brought a blood-stained flare gun and three flare flares.

Bachram roared, he grabbed his gun, his face flushed and his eyes bulged.

"Where are they? I'm going to kill them, I'm going to kill them all!"

Hammer grabbed him by the collar and pulled him nose to nose.

"Calm down, Bachram, now you are the captain! Your responsibility is heavy—"

Halfway through what Haomo said, he stopped.

He heard the sound of orders coming from the other end of the jungle not far away, but it was a little far away from here, unless the previous attackers in the jungle were so heartily distracting their troops, otherwise there was only one possibility.

More attackers are gathering.

They are now like a bleeding animal, falling into a river full of piranhas.

"Everyone, clean up here, we retreat to the stronghold."

Hammer said in a low voice, letting go of Bahram.

The team members immediately took their positions and touched the bodies of the dead on the ground. After taking away the ammunition and supplies, some people followed Hamo to the northeast corner of the stronghold, and the rest followed Bahram with the machine gun. Northwest corner.

At this time, some flustered movements could be heard in the stronghold.

When the few remaining people appeared in sight, Homo waited for a while to let them approach, it was obvious that they were ready to leave the stronghold.

This is a very clever move. After losing the cover of the machine gun, they couldn't keep it here with their weapons. It would be better to give up and find a safe place to hibernate. Maybe there will be a turning point in the next few days.

But they didn't expect Bachram and his party to be so bold. Without any warning, they directly touched the vicinity of the stronghold ~www.readwn.com~At this time, the sky was completely dark.

After those people had moved away from all the sturdy shelters that could be easily reached, Haoma gave the order to fire.

Bright flames erupted from the muzzle, and bullets flew towards the fuzzy figures.

The screams filled the air, and those who were not killed immediately wailed in pain.

Three figures dragged the people on the ground to the other side and fled.

"Let them go."

Bachram gave the order and took another targeted look at Homo.

"We are here to test, not to kill. They have already failed. Don't torture them, and we can't waste time."

After speaking, he walked back to the west entrance of the stronghold. There was an iron gate here, which was not thick, and it opened as soon as he pushed it.

Bachram lit the flashlight and found that there was almost nothing inside, only some straw mats, and there was a smoking bonfire in the middle of the house, which was undoubtedly set up by the previous “residents”.

Now they are cheaper.

"It's safe inside."

Checked upstairs and found that it was also empty, but after several observation ports could see the surrounding movement, Bahram greeted everyone to enter the stronghold.

Then they closed the door and lit a bonfire.

Now there are 6 people in the team, and Bachram arranged 2 people as a group, taking turns on the second floor during the night break, using a flashlight as a searchlight, and setting up a machine gun to observe the surrounding movement at any time.

Fortunately, the allotted flashlights are military-grade, even if you keep it on for a few days, you don’t have to worry about running out of power later.

After a day of tension and torture, these boys finally had time to breathe, and they started to eat while silently licking their wounds...

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