Chapter 1035 Run!

Marco couldn't hear the 'shame' Eric said, he already felt enough shame. The target Qin Weidong chose to attack was his territory. In fact, after refusing the advance team's solicitation, the former rich man in Angola began to strengthen his defenses.

Angola is a country with an extremely severe gap between the rich and the poor. Ninety percent of the people live in poverty, but one percent lives in extreme luxury. Marco was once among the wealthiest people in the country.

As a successful businessman, Marco can drink the top champagne abroad, drive the best car, live in the best villa in the country, and flirt with women all over the world. Even if there are slums near his house, it doesn't affect his enjoyment of life.

After the cataclysm, Marco, who was not yet a chaebol, did not disappear, and he could do whatever he wanted in the chaotic world. With the force of private security personnel, he even lived a life like a regal. However, the good times don't last long, and nuclear winter does not distinguish between rich and poor, and treats them equally.

A large number of people died under the severe cold, and only a very small number of people survived. Marco maintained his power by relying on relatively sufficient food. He even used the materials he had stored to do business, and his life was not bad. So he dismissed Qin Weidong's 'friendship'.

But... the mutants sent by the mysterious armed forces to demonstrate are really scary!

At first sight of a mutant, anyone would be terrified. Marco has learned from various gossip that Qin Weidong has recruited and gathered several local forces, but he feels that the only ones who can threaten him are mutants—the rest are scum!

"I have solid defenses, sufficient ammunition, and huge manpower. I can definitely resist the attacks of those outsiders." Marko made up his mind to defend and counterattack, which would make it less difficult.

Marko has even prepared more than 20 pickups. As long as he wins the defensive battle, the morale of his men will be greatly shaken, and then it will be much easier to launch an attack. Even if you encounter the terrifying monster fighters of the opponent, you will have the power to fight.

The confident Marco squatted in his old lair and waited for the enemy to come. Who knew that the mutants did not come, but those useless soldiers under Sardin who had just had a few full meals.

Seeing those low-level 'garbage' who can't walk fast dare to attack him, Marco, who was guarding behind his barricade, felt that he was underestimated, "I have a force of thousands of subordinates, and I sent such a Dozens of people come to attack?"

It's not just a matter of dozens of people. In fact, the first five of Satin's men are equipped with assault rifles, and each of them behind them only has a Type 67 grenade in their hands. For such a mob, Marco felt that he was making a fuss too much and was overly nervous.

"Get rid of these garbage." Marco's face turned cold, and he ordered concisely. In his opinion, as long as the gunshot is heard, the other side will collapse.

Marco gave the order and immediately shots were fired behind the barricades. Uncle Hei is used to pulling the trigger and never letting go. Once he pulls the trigger to the end, he is like a superman possessing his body within a few seconds. Dozens of bullets are ejected from the muzzle of the gun.

As soon as he heard the gunshot from the opposite side, Satin, who was in charge of commanding a hundred meters away, fell to the ground and shrank back. But he himself retreated, but still drove the recruited men forward, "No shooting, keep moving forward, and only fire within 30 meters. Whoever dares to shoot now, I will shoot him dead immediately."

For Africans with a poor level, being able to fire a gun in a battle is success. The AK series rifles they generally equip have always been known for their ferocious firepower and severe muzzle jump. But they just like to shoot in bursts, and aiming is never on their minds.

The result is..., the firepower on the other side looked extremely scary, but all the bullets flew into the sky!

Fighting in Africa has always been about fighting for momentum, and whoever has enough momentum wins. It often happens that two groups of people shoot at each other hundreds of meters away, and after emptying the bullets, they call it a day and go home. As for how many people were killed? The bullets were flying around, and it would be better to worry about the threat of stray bullets if it could kill a ghost.

Marco's subordinates are such a classic African armed force,

Being able to live until now is entirely due to the large number of people and sufficient reserves. After more than a year of the apocalypse, his combat skills have not improved at all.

On the contrary, Sardin's subordinates were mentally numb due to long-term suffering, and had to obey the orders of their boss for a little hope of survival. They don't even care about life and death, they just move forward mechanically against the rain of bullets.

Marco's men fired two rounds in a short period of time, and before the smoke cleared, they found that the waste on the opposite side did not collapse, but approached within 50 meters. Hundreds of bullets were wasted, not even hurting the opponent's hair.

Elite!

Marco's gaze instantly became extremely sharp, turning his extreme contempt for the enemy into extreme attention. What is this kind of troops that can withstand the impact of bullets, if it is not an elite?

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, stay steady!" Marco has seen the world, and he also knows that his marksmanship is extremely poor, and it is normal for him to be unable to hit a target 100 meters away. If the enemy on the opposite side is not frightened by the gunshots, they can only shoot at a closer distance, so that the hit rate will be much higher.

"We have barricade defenses, and it is very difficult for the enemy to hit us." Marco was fearless in the face of danger, showing his aura as a leader. The small half of his head popped out from behind the barricade to observe the distance of the soldiers on the opposite side, he waved and shouted: "Reload, wait until this group of people get close before attacking."

The distance was shortened to fifty meters, and the useless soldiers under Satin continued to advance along the street. They held guns, gritted their teeth, and staggered like logs. Eating cassava porridge for two days can at most restore a little physical strength to them, but it cannot change their weak nature.

And behind the barricade, Marco could see the eyeballs of Sardin's men clearly. Ugly, dirty, lowly, and likely to die at any time, he was sure that what he was facing was just an ordinary lower class in the city.

"These guys are worse than slaves. We don't need to be afraid." To show his bravery, Marco brandished a pistol himself and stood up from behind the barricade, shouting loudly: "It's just that we didn't perform at our true level just now. Now, kill these guys."

Immediately behind the barricade, a large group of people appeared, holding their guns and looking at the advancing 'waste soldiers' with various mocking eyes. And at the same time they pulled the trigger, the five 'useless soldiers' who rushed to the front also opened fire.

The attacker was unobstructed and had no choice but to stand upright and pull the trigger to the end. The defenders are evasive, and they all rely on others to hope for victory. The result was that the five guns on the offensive side beat at least fifty people on the defensive side to the point where they couldn't hold their heads up.

"It's okay, it's okay, hold on. Those guys can shoot for five seconds at most, and when they stop, it's time for us to fight back." After Marco himself retracted the barricade, he didn't want to gamble on whether the bullet would hit Own.

And the people hiding behind the barricades also felt that what their boss said was very reasonable. They often did the 'five-second superman' themselves, so it was no big deal. Start the five-second countdown, five four three two one....

Can we fight back? Everyone's ears pricked up behind the barricades....

A few grenades whized over the barricades and were thrown in.

Whoops..., damn it!

This is not expected!

The person on the opposite side fouled, how do you throw a grenade in a war in Africa? Uncle Hei's fundamental tactics are AK plus RPG, who allowed you to use grenades?

Throwing a grenade can only be used after getting close, which is definitely a disliked weapon for Uncle Hei who likes to shoot from a distance.

Wait..., now is not the time to discuss such philosophical questions!

The key is what to do now?

The grenade is smoking... and it's about to explode.

What are you in a daze for..., run! .

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