v2 Chapter 120： : Phantom of the Battlefield

Moreover, these thugs have more than a dozen four-dimensional attributes, and with sophisticated weapons, they can completely threaten themselves.

If you want to kill them all, you still need to cooperate with the people in the town.

The entrance was indeed held down by the stone slab, and with Xia Bo's help, they easily removed the stone slab.

The children all entered the tunnel, and these people breathed a sigh of relief, and no longer had to do unnecessary death-death behaviors.

Xia Bo followed them, headed by a man wearing a red cloth, this man should be the leader in this town.

Without any scruples, they quickly made plans.

Xia Bo sat in a ruin, lit a cigarette, and looked at the ruins renovated by artillery fire. I am afraid that today's time will be delayed here.

Every day is a loss for myself.

This is something I can't afford.

"Little brother, our plan has been made successfully. We will start a counter-offensive action later. The town may be very dangerous later. Or do you enter the tunnel and wait?"

In his thoughts, the old brother’s voice came in his ears. Xia Bo took a deep breath, threw the cigarette **** on the ground and trampled it out, shook his head and said: “It’s okay, these people have affected me. I will cooperate with you later. But I have one condition."

"What conditions?"

The town chief with a red cloth head had never walked out of the house.

Feeling a few gazes from all directions, Xia Bo did not hesitate, and pursed his lips: "I need to borrow the way. The streets are already covered by ruins and it is difficult to pass, but my power alone is limited, so I can clean up in a short time. It’s unrealistic to come out. I will help you solve these thugs, and after it’s done, you will help me clear the ground."

Xia Bo took out a map from his arms: "I want to get on the ZS highway, noon tomorrow at the latest, I don't want to waste too much time!"

The head of the red cloth hijab looked a little dignified: "Fighting is not a play. You can help us. The bullet has no eyes. We can't ensure your safety."

Xia Bo waved his hand, his eyes as cold as a knife: "This is my own business, we are cooperation. And you also need to use the road in the town to leave, you don't lose."

"In fact, even if we don't cooperate, we still have to clean up after the battle is over."

"Time is pressing, I don't want to waste extra time." Xia Bo didn't want to talk nonsense with them, the gunfire outside continued, and many people were still resisting.

The longer the conversation, the longer the fighter will be delayed.

Now this group of thugs basically believes that the town no longer has much resistance.

It is a great opportunity to take advantage of the unprepared enemy.

"The plan begins, Lao Li..."

The red cloth hijab glanced at Xia Bo and began to issue battle orders. Their fighting methods were very old-fashioned, but they were very practical, bringing their guerrilla tactics to the extreme.

According to the style of play, they took advantage of their familiarity with the town and adopted the tactic of changing a place with one shot.

This kind of guerrilla tactics Xia Bo had read about the War of Resistance Against Japan before, and inside it was the use of guerrilla tactics to control the enemy.

The most important thing is that this can contain the enemy.

Xia Bo was a ghost on the battlefield, looking for opportunities, but there were not many opportunities. As long as there was a chance, he would look at the right time and jump over the wall decisively to get to know the other party.

Shuttles through the ruins like a ghost.

The counterattack began.

Xia Bo's eyes were like a knife, without a trace of emotion. To the thugs, killing them would not feel any guilt at all, because they were guilty of death, and they really deserved to die.

With his joining, the situation on the battlefield has become one-sided.

The guerrilla tactics were terrible, and coupled with a ghost on the battlefield, the mob who had been full of confidence and thought they were taking possessions began to collapse at this moment.

"Ghost, I saw the ghost! It holds a red knife, which can easily tear the armor on our body and tear our people into pieces!"

"There are ghosts! It can dodge bullets and artillery fire. As long as a team of three people meets ghosts, they all die tragically."

"It's completely dark, hidden in a dark corner, emitting a weird red light, and harvesting our lives."

The mobs who ran out were full of fear and talked about the battle in the ruins.

The thug leader in Qingyang Town is a guy with a face full of flesh, and their food is not bad at first glance.

"Ghost! How many shells are there in our mortar?"

"Over twenty shots, there are not many left, these are left to deal with the deformed beast."

"How many corpses were collected?"

"There are 46 complete corpses and 70 broken corpses," the person in charge of statistics said quickly.

The leader of Qingyang Town looked at the town with a gloomy expression. The harvest this time was not good. They found nearly a thousand mortar shells from an ammunition storehouse, and they used more than one hundred in this town alone.

But only so many corpses were harvested.

He was very dissatisfied.

"I will personally meet the ghosts of this battlefield for a while, everyone, go directly into the town!"

The leader of Qingyang Town stepped down and brought a large number of people into the town.

In the corner of the ruins, Xia Bo was sitting on the ground, lighting a cigarette and vomiting clouds and fog. He was covered with blood, and he couldn't tell how many thugs he had killed.

These thugs should be killed. Killing them will not produce a sense of psychological guilt.

Xia Bo enjoyed this kind of battle very much. He didn't understand whether it was the influence of environmental factors or the Heart of Gorefiend.

I have changed, it seems that I have grown.

It's hard to tell, at least one thing, killing so many people will not shake hands anymore, and also adapt to the smell of blood and broken limbs. .

The battle in the town seemed to be coming to an end, at least Xia Bo couldn't hear the intensive gunfire.

After this battle, the strength of the people in the town has greatly increased. After all, the weapons brought by the thugs are still very advanced rifles, which are much better than their old-fashioned pistols.

Xia Bo hadn't rested long before he heard the gunshot sound again Crawling on the ruins and looking at it, a large number of people in armor appeared on the ruins. , A guy with a face full of flesh.

It's hard to imagine how many people he ate to be so fat in the last days.

The people in the town have been given weapons and have already fought with them, and it is still obvious that they can feel the firepower of the other party.

After all, they have plenty of bullets, and the town doesn't have many bullets in this area, they are all picked up from the battlefield, how many bullets can there be.

The town will definitely not be able to sustain it if it goes on like this, and it won't be easy to leave by then.

This town is a place he must pass through. He really doesn't want to go around a big circle, it's a waste of time, and he has to take a lot of risks.

Xia Bo walked from the dark corner to deal with it, and took a look at her own state. The others were pretty good, but she was a little hungry.

The advantage of body digitization is that being able to see one's own state intuitively is not enough to support the fight.

Facts have proved sufficient.