"boom!"

The figure rolled on the ground, fell into the individual soldier pit next to it, and fired a shot into the air.

Wang Zhen was not in a hurry. He didn't care about the terrorists at all. He took a deep breath and pointed the muzzle of the gun about half a meter above the individual soldier's pit. He put a little pressure on his index finger and the trigger was in a half-fired state.

"Don't worry about those terrorists, keep an eye on these mercenaries!" Wang Zhen said in a deep voice.

As the smoke fell bit by bit, the poet, watch, and tomato also ignored the terrorists and focused on staring at the three bombed pickup trucks.

The two sides just faced off like this, firing cold shots from time to time.

Time passed minute by minute, only a dozen seconds, the smoke and dust were almost completely blown away, and the few mercenaries became motionless.

The large force of terrorists is attacking, and delaying the attack will be more beneficial to the terrorists, but Wang Zhen remains unmoved.

This time the terrorists seemed to be much more organized. The machine-gun pickup truck rushed up and pushed forward at a high speed with the terrorists' skirmishers. When they reached about 250 meters, the machine gun on the roof began to sound, "chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug."

The hospital began to sweep back and forth.

The bullets hit the sandbags in front of the trenches, making "puff", "puff" and "puff" sounds, but to no avail. The armored vehicles were also hit by the bullets, making "dinging, clanking" noises.
Chapter completed!