The surging Norwegian soldiers used a positional charge formation. The entire army lined up and charged towards the hilltop with guns drawn. The open space instantly turned into an earth-yellow sea of ​​Norwegian troops, emitting a deafening roar.

"Da da da..." Hundreds of guns spurted out angry flames, shooting wildly at the hilltop where Zhao Ziyang and the others were, trying to beat them into sieves one after another.

"avoid!"

"Clang, clang, clang..." The dense warheads formed an airtight rain of bullets, raining heavily on the hilltop position.

Stone chips were flying, dust was flying, and the entire mountaintop was shrouded in bullets, making it impossible for people to stick their heads out and fight back.

The power of the group charge was undoubtedly revealed at this time. The numerical advantage made the Norwegian soldiers roar towards them like an armored vehicle. They used the rifles in their hands to form the most effective killing defense, which plunged Zhao Ziyang and the others into an abyss of death that they could not escape from.

He could only lie down obediently, listen to the explosion in his ears, and endure the flying stone chips hitting him all over his face.

"Clang, clang, clang..." Balls of fire exploded on the bulletproof steel plate, leaving white marks scratched out by bullet marks.

"Come on, come on!" A roar came from Omo's mouth. He set up an M134 six-barreled heavy machine gun and used the protection of steel plates to fire wildly at the Norwegian soldiers in the open field.

"Click, click, click..." The six gun barrels spurted out a continuous stream of fire, and the yellow bullets jumped out from the guns, forming a rain of bullets and accumulating at Omo's feet.

The accumulation became deeper and deeper, and in a short period of time, it covered the soles of Omo's feet, making a crunching sound under the friction of the soles of the feet.

The M134, known as the Vulcan Cannon, has its own unique and distinctive features. There is no doubt that when facing the group charging on the ground from a high position, it fully displays its power and becomes the most powerful gun that dominates the battlefield.

Sharp weapons.

A rate of fire of six thousand rounds per minute is equivalent to one gray hair per second. The muzzle of the gun moves at an angle of 30 degrees in one second. Extending to a distance of one kilometer is equivalent to one shot fired in one second.

Hundreds of bullets were poured out on the battlefield, completely covering the Norwegian soldiers in the hail of bullets.

"Puff puff..." The Norwegian soldiers sprinting in the front row fell to the ground, and the soldiers behind who could not stop and continued to rush fell to the ground again.

The 7.62mm caliber warhead penetrated the bodies of Norwegian soldiers without mercy, taking away young and fresh lives one after another.

An M134 withstood the charge of a group of Norwegian soldiers. The open space with a depth of a thousand meters and a width of 400 meters was enough for the M134 to roar to its heart's content.

"Click, click, click..." The Norwegian soldier, who was frustrated in his charge, pulled the trigger and concentrated his firepower on shooting at the furious firepower point on the top of the hill.

They had to destroy this firepower point, otherwise it would be impossible to move forward at all. The distance was too far, and gun-fired grenades simply did not have the range. The Norwegian army was lightly armed and did not use any large weapons. They could only use the rifles in their hands.

"Bah, bang, bang..." Raindrop-like warheads landed on the protective steel plate of the M134, covering the entire steel plate.

The moment the warhead made contact with the steel plate, a wisp of sparks flew out, making the steel plate look like a burning shield, burning with the never-ending anger of both sides.

"Special Forces, help me!" Omo roared, using his body like a polar bear to hold up the bulletproof steel plate that was falling backwards.

Hundreds of warheads continued to fall on the steel plate. Even Omo could not withstand the powerful penetrating force. The body that was holding up the steel plate could bear all the force after the steel plate offset it. Each warhead was as cruel as a hammer.

He hit the steel plate hard and then rushed into Omo's body.

If you can't imagine this kind of power, you can imagine the feeling of putting a book on your chest and hitting it hard with a hammer. Besides, this is not the chest, but a layer of books on the whole body, and countless irons.

The hammer hits you hard without stopping. You can imagine what it feels like. It is definitely not something that his wife can bear!

"Ah! Ah!..." Omo had a painful expression on his face and screamed.

The muscle strips on his neck coiled ferociously again, the thick veins on his forehead popped out, and his body almost swelled, showing that he had tried his best.

"Sickle Hand!" Zhao Ziyang shouted Sickle Hand.

The two men crawled over close to the ground and used their shoulders to hold the bulletproof steel plate that was about to be knocked down by the bullet.

They must withstand it. Now only this bulletproof steel plate can help them delay. Without this bulletproof steel plate weighing several hundred kilograms, Omo would not be able to deploy firepower to block the charge of the Norwegian army, and it would not be able to defend Swart and Blade.

Create opportunities to snipe the defenders behind you.

The man couldn't even lift his head under the hail of bullets and couldn't fight at all.

Zhao Ziyang and Sickle Hand, who had just replaced Omo to hold up the steel plate, were shaken violently at the same time, their chests were rolling, and they were about to spurt out blood.

Countless warheads continuously covered the steel plate. This force was overwhelming and difficult to resist.

"Shoot!" Zhao Ziyang's eyes widened, and he let out a violent roar from his chest. He pushed forward against the steel plate with all his strength, allowing Omo to continue to shoot with coverage.

"Da da da da..." The M134 once again spurted out fierce tongues of flame, sweeping towards the Norwegian soldiers who instantly broke through the kilometer limit.

As Omo fired again, the Norwegian soldiers immediately lay down on the ground, crawled forward and continued to charge. The pressure on the steel plate relaxed, allowing Zhao Ziyang and the sickleman to take a deep breath.

"Bang! Bang!" Taking this opportunity to climb over the hill, Swart and Blade found a bunker, and used the two of them to snipe at the defenders' mercenaries in the rear, holding back the defenders.

"Special Forces, we can't hold on for long, we must find a way quickly!" Daofeng shouted loudly to Zhao Ziyang, lowering his head to avoid a sniper warhead fired from the mountain by the defender.

"Keng!"

A corner of the mountain rock was knocked off, and the debris that flew out fiercely hit Dao Feng's face, stabbing half of his cheek into a bloody mess.

"Hold the top of the mountain! Hold the top of the mountain to the death!" Zhao Ziyang gritted his teeth and roared, and his entire left shoulder was completely numb from the shock.

At this moment, holding on to the top of the mountain is their only hope for survival. This hope comes from Angel, and she can definitely hear such dense gunfire. All they have to do now is to hold on and wait for Angel's rescue.

"Change the ammunition chain!" Omo shouted loudly, and the M134 in his hand immediately turned off.

Almost at the moment when the M134 turned off, the bulletproof steel plate once again turned into a super hammer composed of countless hammers, hitting Zhao Ziyang and the Sickle Hand fiercely.

With a "pop" sound, Zhao Ziyang spurted out a mouthful of blood unbearably, and his body swayed backwards. As he swayed, the steel plate immediately collapsed backwards, and it seemed that this half could no longer withstand it.

"Roar!" Zhao Ziyang, whose mouth was full of blood, let out a violent roar, planted his feet firmly on the ground, and pressed the steel plate with his back.

"puff!"

The sickle hand on the other side of the iron plate also spurted out a mouthful of blood. He chose the same action as Zhao Ziyang and pressed his shoulder against the steel plate, letting waves of severe beating pain come from his back.

"Damn it, how long will it take!" the sickleman asked Omo loudly, staring at the undefended air above the steel plate.

"Whoosh whoosh..." Warheads flew over their heads one after another, forming a dense net of bullets.

Zhao Ziyang also saw it, and he saw it more clearly. He saw the high temperature carried by the warheads tearing through the air and whizzing past. He saw the interlaced warheads being chaotic and ferocious, and the ballistic trajectories were displayed before his eyes like never before.

"Okay!" Omo, who lowered his head and stretched out his hands, finally put on the bullet chain and started shooting wildly again.

The tens of seconds of loading the bullet chain made Zhao Ziyang and Sickle Hand feel like they had spent a long, long time. Their bodies were in a state of numbness, and all their internal organs were seriously injured. When the bulletproof steel plate once again relieved the pressure, the two of them felt

There was a moment of relief, and then a sweet smell surged into his throat, and he spurted out another mouthful of blood.

"Ta-ta-ta..." Gatlin roared again, and the warheads rained down on the Norwegian soldiers.

However, this round of strafing was of little use. The Norwegian soldiers lying on the ground avoided a large number of bullets. They were not fools. After the initial setback, they immediately realized that there was only one machine gun fire point on the top of the hill.

The focus of firepower is the M134, and while the M134 shows great power, it also has a fatal weakness, which is the problem of ammunition. The ammunition is consumed very quickly, and it is impossible for the opponent to prepare hundreds of thousands of bullets to support this Vulcan cannon.

This is indeed the case. Omo's body can carry 20,000 FP bullets, but how long can 20,000 FP bullets be fired? Calculated based on the theoretical rate of fire of 6,000 rounds per minute, it is only enough for more than three minutes of consumption, plus these

All the guns have been modified by Pandora, and the most advantageous rate of fire of the M134 has been improved again, and it only takes three minutes.

At this time, Omo put on a second ammunition belt, and there was still one last ammunition belt left. The total number of bullets was less than 10,000 rounds, which meant that they could only hold on for more than a minute.

But this more than a minute is simply not enough. It takes a lot of time from the beginning of the battle until Angel arrives for rescue. They must hold on for another thirty minutes, otherwise they will all die here if they cannot wait for rescue.

Don't even think about retreating. There are bare mountains to the east and west, and there are no roads at all. This is a single road. A single road is the most suitable for an ambush, but it is also the easiest to be ambushed. Once you are caught, you will definitely die.

As the bullet casings continued to fall, Omo put on the last bullet chain and waited quietly, preparing to use the last round of absolute firepower to kill a few more Norwegian soldiers, and finally get his money back.

The bodies of Zhao Ziyang and Sickle Hand are reaching their limits, and they are really unable to resist the thick bulletproof steel plate. Now they can only straighten their bodies to form a support, and use their flesh to make a frame for the steel plate.

Swart and Blade also reached a stalemate. They engaged in sniping and counter-sniping with the defender mercenaries behind them. The situation was very critical.

The core elite force of the defenders deployed in full force has almost the same military quality as them. In this case, the large number of people naturally has an absolute advantage. If Swart and Blade were not condescending, it would be difficult to stop the defender colonels and their steps.

.

"Damn it, I can't hold it anymore, these bastards are too powerful!" Dao Feng cursed fiercely, and his bloody cheeks let out a burst of muscle pulsation, which was caused by pain nerves.

"puff!"

The sound of a bullet piercing flesh was heard, followed by Swart's painful groan. A heavy sniper bullet penetrated Swart's right chest, knocking him to the ground.

"Swart was shot, help!" Blade roared loudly, lowered his head and pounced on Swart, covering his wound with his right hand.

Swart, who had a fist-sized wound torn open by a sniper warhead on his right chest, had a face full of pain. His body was twitching uncontrollably, and he bit his lips to prevent himself from screaming.

Blood spurted out from the wound, staining half of his body red.

"Hold on! Hold on!" Blade pressed Swart's wound while pulling out a hemostatic bandage and quickly bandaging it, and then took out a tube of morphine for intravenous injection.

"boom!"

At this moment, the sound of grenade launches sounded loudly, and the defenders behind fired grenades at them from bottom to top.

"Avoid! Avoid! Avoid!" Zhao Ziyang opened his bloodshot eyes and shouted.

There was a loud "boom", the grenade landed on the top of the mountain and made a violent explosion. Shrapnel flew across the mountain, and Dao Feng's body was thrown heavily towards Zhao Ziyang.
Chapter completed!