Before the red-haired man had finished speaking, the blast of this shell made him a little confused.

"Fight back on your own." After leaving these words, the red-haired man ran away, away from the gate.

He was worried that another shell might come.

Boom!

As he expected, another shell hit the bus. Two big holes appeared on one side of the bus, one on the left and one on the right. The bus was basically scrapped.

He had just contacted the people at the headquarters, so he knew very well how disastrous the consequences would be for him once the oil village was attacked.

So he took out a gun from his waist and walked towards the wall.

The flame guns from the previous oil city are still there, but there are two machine guns on the left and right sides of the container.

He pulled up the man squatting on the machine gun and sat down instead.

However, when he looked up, he saw two tanks slowly approaching.

My heart trembled.

He pushed the man back again and patted him on the shoulder.

He gave a thumbs up and then moved his body towards the back.

Da da da da!

When the tank was only a few hundred meters away from the oil city wall, the people on the wall of the oil city wall quickly fired at the tank with machine guns.

But these bullets were easily deflected by the tank's armor.

Unscathed.

Uncle San and his armored RV followed the two tanks.

Behind them are Lao Bi and the others.

The two tanks in front helped them block the attack from the Oil City Walled City.

Da da da!

On the wall of the oil city wall made of stacked containers, hundreds of people fired at the tanks.

The bullets were like sparks, crackling on the tank.

Xiao Ding, who was sitting on top of the tank, also got down.

With the density of bullets like this, even if he was wearing explosion-proof clothing, he would probably be killed by the bullets.

The third uncle did not show his head and looked at the picture uploaded by the drone.

He frowned.

I didn't expect that this motorcycle gang had a lot of firepower, so I said to Lao Luo: "Stop, shoot down the two machine gunners first. Otherwise we won't be able to get in."

In fact, you can go in, but if you break in forcefully, it will definitely cause a lot of casualties.

This was a huge mistake for the Da Zhangshu Base, which had never experienced many casualties.

Under Li Yu's influence, everyone was accustomed to crushing with force in battles without wasting much time talking.

Being alive is the most important thing.

"Okay!" Lao Luo shouted to the loader and driver: "Stop the car and load the bomb quickly."

"0° bearing, height four meters. Fire!"

After the tank stopped, Lao Luo observed the front and gave orders to everyone in the tank.

The same goes for another tank.

Generally, tanks fire shells at a speed of 4 to 10 seconds. Lao Luo and the others fired towards the oil city at an average speed of 6 seconds.

Boom boom boom boom boom!

In sixty seconds, at top speed, the two tanks fired 20 rounds in that direction.

Centered on the gate of the Oil City Walled City, ten large holes appeared in the containers on the left and right.

Some containers even collapsed, and people on them fell down.

Thick black smoke rose.

The intensive gunfire just now was like a castrated bull, unable to make any sound anymore.

Only the occasional sporadic gunfire could be heard.

"Okay!" Third Uncle said with a smile when he saw this scene.

"Break in!"

The tank slowly drove in.

It is less than thirty meters away from the gate.

Seeing that the door with less than half remaining is getting closer and closer.

Wow!

There was a guy with a flame gun spraying fire at the tank.

Whoosh!

The third uncle stood up from his seat, opened the roof of the car, and climbed up a few steps.

He took a gun and fired at the man breathing fire.

Then he jumped out of the car and closed the roof cover.

The action did not last longer than four seconds.

Very smooth.

Tanks are actually afraid of fire.

However, the tank is not afraid of fire, not the armor. It is the gasoline in the incendiary bottle that flows into the cockpit and engine compartment through the gaps, burning people, engines and other equipment.

Therefore, when facing tanks on the battlefield, some people's solution is to throw Molotov cocktails at the broken cockpit and engine parts.

Without the trouble of the flame gun, the tank directly knocked open the door and broke in.

The third uncle and others opened the cover of the car roof.

There is a heavy machine gun in the center, and behind the heavy machine gun, two holes are opened in the roof.

The upper armor plate was pushed away, and Uncle San and Ant were on the left and right, holding a gun in their hands and killing people on sight.

The jackal in the center controls the heavy machine gun and kills the people who appear in front.

Uncle San and the others moved very quickly, and the speed of changing the magazine was extremely smooth, with almost no pause of more than half a second.

He just used the automatic rifle in his hand to act like a machine gun.

And the accuracy is very high.

Da da da da da——

After the door is broken down, there is a straight path inside.

The armored RV is neither fast nor slow, but very stable.

There were people running inside, and some people threw Molotov cocktails at their cars.

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The third uncle accurately hit two Molotov cocktails that were thrown in the air and were about to hit their car.

The Molotov cocktail exploded in mid-air.

Bang bang bang!

Ant held the rifle in his hand and shot at the people on the left.

His body barely moved at all, but the muzzle of his gun kept changing.

In fifteen seconds, he accurately killed forty people.

On average, nearly four people are shot every second.

The perspective of his eyes is different from that of ordinary people.

He plays macro.

That is, the field of view seen by human eyes is about 180 degrees. To be precise, it should be 56° above the eyes, 74° below the eyes, 65° on the nasal side, and 90° on the temporal side. There are physiological blind spots.

But for Ant and the other top special forces, especially for people like them who have experienced countless life and death and still survive.

Within the field of vision is a painting.

And this painting is imprinted in my mind.

In this picture, each enemy is like a bright red dot in the painting.

Coupled with their super vision, perception, and the "battlefield feeling" condensed from countless battles.
To be continued...