Chapter 1065: 1066

Alabu had a machine gun, so did the enemy.

Alabu could shoot randomly, but the enemy could also waste their ammunition.

So the enemy immediately began to fight back against Alabu.

The enemy’s firepower was denser, so the chance of trying his luck was naturally higher.

In the blink of an eye, the guard on Alabu’s car was shot several times.

The guard’s head had been blown off, his arm had been broken, and his body had been knocked out of the car by the powerful force of the bullet.

There were deaths in war, and it was not as if Abu had never experienced these things.

However, seeing the guard beside him being beaten up like this, Abu was still covered in cold sweat.

He immediately realized that the shooting range was still very dangerous, so he immediately shouted to the driver, Speed Up! Speed Up!

The driver was also covered in cold sweat, and he immediately stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.

The military vehicle jolted violently, as if it was going to fall apart.

Allab hardened his heart and prepared to personally take over the position of the machine gun shooter.

Because he and the driver were the only ones left in his car, if they did not continue to maintain the state of machine gun shooting, their car would only be more dangerous.

But as soon as he got up, he was almost thrown out by a violent bump. He panicked and quickly hugged his seat.

There were four guards in the car behind him. Fortunately, none of them were injured. At this time, they were busy pouring bullets at the enemy.

It seemed that the four guards had attracted some fire. Arab felt that there were fewer bullets flying around him.

So he gritted his teeth, climbed up again, and entered the shooter’s position.

This type of military vehicle could only carry three passengers. Except for the front and front passenger seats, the back seat could only carry one machine gunner.

Of course, there were also those large ones that could carry several people like a pickup truck.

Generally speaking, the machine gun’s position had a fixed safety device. This thing was like a guardrail, which could ensure that the shooter’s body would be fixed while the vehicle was moving, so that he would not be thrown out. Some of them also had some bullet-proof measures, some steel plates, and so on.

However, the military vehicles on the side of the F * Ck had basically dismantled these things. They felt that a good shooter did not need to rely on the guardrail to stabilize his body.

There was also that bullet-proof steel plate. The protective surface of this thing was not big. If one was unlucky, one would still be shot in the head, so it did not have much meaning.

After removing these things, more people could sit in the back seat of the military vehicle and put more ammunition and supplies. This was what the F * cking Madi people needed.

It was the same situation with Abu’s military vehicle. The narrow shooting position did not have any protective measures.

After Abu personally went to the shooting position, he suddenly felt bad.

Without the device to stabilize his body, it was like he was tricking a shooter. It was like a worker working at a high altitude without safety measures, making it impossible for people to work in peace.

After Alabu fired a few shots bitterly, he found that he could not control the accuracy of the muzzle.

Especially when he could not even stand steadily, it was even more difficult to stabilize the machine gun.

No wonder the accuracy was still so low despite so many machine guns firing at each other.

Everyone was running wildly and the road was bumpy, so there was no need to talk about aiming.

It was already good enough to try his luck if he could point the muzzle in the right direction.

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Fortunately, there was a horizontal railing behind the driver’s seat, which could let the standing Arab lean slightly, reducing the risk of him falling off the military vehicle.

After firing a few shots, he suddenly gained a lot of courage.

He felt that his luck had always been good after all these years on the battlefield.

Since everyone was shooting by luck now, let’s see who had the better luck.

The key to trying his luck was to try it enough times.

He had to ensure that his attacks were sustained at a high frequency, so that he would be easier to encounter.

It was just like buying lottery tickets. In theory, the more he bought, the greater the chance of winning the lottery.

Once he stopped firing, the enemy would fire more frequently. It was equivalent to giving the enemy the chance to try his luck.

If he kept taking hits, no matter how lucky he was, he would still have the chance to be hit.

So, Alabu persevered stubbornly. No matter how bumpy the car was, he also tried his best to continue shooting at the Archer’s post.

This instantly boosted the morale of the guards behind. Even their boss had personally gone up, how could they dare to slack off.

Therefore, they continued to fiercely shoot at the enemy amidst the bumpy ride.

The two military vehicles sped along. The machine guns on the vehicles almost never stopped. Their firepower and momentum were not any weaker than the enemy’s military vehicles on the opposite side.

On the battlefield, morale and momentum were still very important. Soldiers who fought with their lives were more effective than those who took advantage of the situation.

The enemy on the other side was obviously not as desperate as allab. After all, they were the one chasing after them, not the one being chased. There was no sense of deadly crisis, and there was no reason for them to risk their lives.

Their shooting frequency was not as high as Alabu’s, and because there were more vehicles, the probability of being hit by stray bullets was higher.

Soon, another unlucky shooter was hit by stray bullets and flew out of the car.

Alabu immediately laughed out loud in satisfaction. He realized that this enemy seemed to be hit by himself.

There were only a few kilometers left from the nameless village. Alabu could already see the mountain in the distance. He knew that there was a position set up by the death God mercenary group there.

Arab was suddenly a little excited. He felt that his convoy should be safe soon.

Unfortunately, the enemy’s military vehicle had already caught up to the rear of the convoy. Then, they began to fire machine guns at the soldiers on the truck.

This range was the range of machine guns, and the AKKA rifles were far from it.

Although the soldiers on the truck were also using the AKKA rifles to fight back, it was of little significance.

The effective range of the AKKA rifles was only 300 meters. Although in theory, they could shoot up to more than a kilometer, the accuracy and power of that distance were basically not considered.

Of course, the soldiers on the trucks still did not give up shooting. This was also a matter of luck.

The enemy’s military vehicles were moving at a fast speed. At this time, as long as there was a bullet that could float onto their vehicles, it would be able to cause a great deal of damage.

Not to mention bullets, even a rock could cause an accident.

However, this matter was still a bit too much of a gamble. After all, the bullets of the Akkadian rifle would disappear after exceeding the shooting range. It was very difficult to have the chance to encounter the enemy.

On the contrary, the killing effect of the enemy’s machine gun on them was not ordinary.

The soldiers on the rear vehicle did not last long and were shot down by half..

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