Chapter 54 Druid Assault

It was eight o'clock in the morning, and Stark agreed on a very suitable time, because at this time, all the terrorists were eating breakfast.

They would get together, celebrate with a humble breakfast, and live another day.

Today's weather is not good. One old and one young, two terrorists gathered together, holding a rough dough cake and a bowl of oil tea of ​​suspicious color. Eat and chat.

The little one tightened the loose gun belt, looked at the breakfast in his hand, and complained: "Old Ali, how long are we going to stay in this ghost place? I've lost a bit of weight in the past two months. ."

Old Ali, with a mouth that was missing half of his teeth, smiled and looked at this young man who was only nineteen years old, but had fought for six years. Said: "What's the matter, I miss your bride, Rad, I think we should be able to go back soon, the guy locked in the cave is about to make what our leader wants. The leader will hold the That thing, if you sell it for a lot of money, we can go home, maybe after the money is divided, you can still find a wife."

Looking at Rad with contempt, "Look at how you look now, like a ram in heat. I have four wives waiting for me at home, am I in a hurry?"

Rad waved his hand anxiously, so he couldn't let others think he was thinking about women, which would make him laugh at others. He said anxiously: "I just think it's too boring to stay here. I'd rather go out and fight the Yankees and have some good loot. But here we are, just waiting for the Yankee in the cave to build something. , you don't need so many people at all."

Old Ali tore off a piece of bread with difficulty, took a sip of oil tea, looked at Rad, and said, "Child, don't always think about fighting, it's your luck that you can survive until today. I just want to be honest now. I want to live and earn money to raise my children. Don't listen to those people in white robes talking nonsense. They want to fight the Yankees to the death or something. Their own children have already gone to other countries. Count on you. What a fool to go to hell."

Rad looked at Old Ali unconvinced and said, "Then why are you still here? You can go home and take care of your wife and children."

Old Ali shook his head and said: "I don't know what to do when I go back, we have nothing, I will only fight, I just hope that before I die, I can save enough money to send my son to Saudi Arabia, or Qatar, there like heaven."

Rad tried hard to tear the dough in his hand and said, "I always feel that the leader was deceived by the Yankee. He may not have built any missiles at all, but deceived us to delay time."

Old Ali smiled and said, "That doesn't make sense, outsiders can't find it here!" After he saw Rad's terrified expression, following his eyes, Old Ali saw a scene that he will never forget.

A man, riding a huge scarlet wolf, swooped down a hill with an old-fashioned Winchester lever-action rifle in his hand.

Five black giant wolves with looming bodies ran and charged in front of him. A checkpoint hung with a camouflage net, and the four sentries in it were torn to pieces with their claws by these five giant wolves that seemed to have been released from hell before they had time to raise their guns.

The black leader who responded in a timely manner shouted at the people around him and asked them to fight back. He himself ran to the cave with a few of his subordinates, trying to silence the hostages inside.

The terrorist who was having breakfast dropped the food in his hand, picked up the AK47 and was about to shoot at the charging wolf.

Three thick vines sprang out from the ground. A green vine kept walking and beating in the crowd. Every terrorist who was touched would hold his throat, face ashen, and fall to the ground with poison. The poisonous flower vine is like a big biochemical killer. Wherever it goes, it takes death to it.

The red vine is much more disgusting. On the head of the vine is a large barrel-shaped mouth full of sharp teeth. Swinging a body with a diameter of more than fifty centimeters, it swept across the canteen of the camp like a thousand troops, and flew out a group of terrorists, then caught up, opened its terrifying mouth, and swallowed these unlucky ghosts into the body.

The golden vines are more gentle, shrinking the body to the thickness of a finger, like a sharp arrow, shooting a group of terrorists in the opposite direction, and the terrorists who were shot through the body dries up at a speed visible to the naked eye. , as if the water on the body was evaporated.

The courage of the terrorists was lost under such a horrific attack. Howling dropped everything and started running away.

The five ghost wolves would not miss this opportunity, their bodies suddenly flickered, and they appeared in the crowd.

The wolf claws that were nearly half a foot long stretched out. Wherever they passed, stumps and arms were scattered everywhere, and none of the terrorists left a whole body.

The few ghost wolves that were harmless to humans and animals on weekdays finally showed their terrifying lethality. The ghost wolf that can move between the void and the real, like teleportation, can always appear behind the terrorist like a ghost, and then tear him to pieces.

Only Alvin has not made any achievements so far. Alvin, who has ordinary marksmanship, rode a mad wolf with a shoulder height of nearly 1.8 meters. Like a charging warrior broke into the terrorist camp, even firing two shots did not hit any target. Riding a wild wolf to shoot, this ability, Alvin does not yet have.

This made Alvin, who imagined himself as a "Wild Whore", very disappointed with his combat coordination ability. Why can't I change my fighting style? He has always been like a gangster, cutting people and shooting is not the style he wants.

Jumping off the wild wolf's back and letting it fight, Alvin stood on the edge of the camp, holding up the Winchester in search of a target to shoot at.

Hmm~ Under the circumstance of ensuring that he will not hit his summons, Alvin basically can't find the target. This is the disadvantage of the marksmanship too much. In the chaotic scene, it is easy to hurt one's own people.

This also shows from the side how fierce the vines and ghost wolves are.

The massacre didn't last long, and there was a burst of intense gunfire in the cave. A tall black figure, holding a huge shield, rushed out of the cave. Several terrorists blocking the way, like small animals hit by a high-speed car, flew out of the cave in pieces.

At this moment, there were not many terrorists left on the field. Alvin recalled the vines, leaving only five ghost wolves to continue to hunt down the few lucky ones left.

Rad was one of them. Just now, he was looking at old Ali. A ghost wolf grabbed his neck and flung him into the air. The other tacitly used his claws to tear him to pieces in the air.

Ladd, who had been fighting since he was a child, blushed, rushed to an old-fashioned machine gun, pulled the bolt, and shot frantically at the demons on the field. There is no need to care about any comrades-in-arms, they are all dead, or are about to die.

The 12.7mm bullets formed a barrage that swept across the camp.

The tall mad wolf has no use at this moment, and its body is blocked in front of Alvin. The bullet that could shred ordinary armored vehicles hit Mad Wolf, like a pebble hitting a car tire, dented slightly, and then bounced off.

The newly born Mr. Iron Man, seeing the situation, manipulated the humble exoskeleton armor and held a huge shield. A heroic charge was launched against Ladd.

Rad discovered Stark's intentions, turned the gun, and sprayed the last few dozen rounds at Stark. Then heroically was smashed into pieces by Stark's mecha, which was connected to the machine gun position.