My grandfather's mother Li Yunlong beat up Langya at the beginning

While shouting, he hid behind a low wall made of sandbags, and occasionally poked his head out to fire a few shots blindly in the direction of Li Fan. His eyes were full of fear and panic, and he had long lost his usual arrogance.

Long Xiaoyun, Ban Zhuan and Shao Bing were not idle at this time either. They each found a suitable cover and engaged in fierce firefight with the enemy.

Long Xiaoyun was holding a sniper rifle with extremely high accuracy. She was half-kneeling behind a low wall, as calm as an ice sculpture.

She first carefully observed the enemy's movements, her deep eyes seemed to be able to see through every movement on the battlefield.

She locked onto the enemy's figures one by one through the sniper scope. Whenever she found an enemy trying to outflank her from the side or hiding behind cover to prepare for a sneak attack, she would decisively pull the trigger.

Her movements were calm and professional. Her finger rested lightly on the trigger. She first slowly adjusted her breathing to steady her heartbeat, then held her breath and pulled the trigger at the best moment.

After the dull sound of the sniper rifle, an enemy will inevitably fall.

For example, there was an enemy crouching and moving quietly along the corner of the street towards the flank of Li Fan and his team, thinking that he was unnoticed, but his every move did not escape Long Xiaoyun's eyes.

Long Xiaoyun aimed at his leg and gently pulled the trigger. With a "bang", the bullet whizzed out and hit the man's knee accurately. He screamed and fell forward to the ground. The gun in his hand also slipped out of his hand and slid a long distance on the ground. He rolled on the ground and wailed in pain, exposing his position in an instant. He became a burden to other enemies and also eliminated potential threats to his teammates.

Banzhuan held a machine gun and fired at the area where the enemy was concentrated.

He placed the machine gun on an abandoned oil drum, stood with his feet apart, firmly in a horse stance, and gripped the machine gun handle tightly with both hands, his expression focused and fierce.

The tongues of fire spewed out by the machine gun were like a ferocious fire dragon. Wherever it went, the enemy was suppressed so much that they couldn't even raise their heads.

Bullets flew towards the enemy like raindrops, causing the ground around the enemy to rise up into dust and scatter gravel. The armed personnel could only lie on the ground in a panic, looking for any place to hide from the bullets.

Ban Zhuan shouted as he fired, "Come on, you bastards! If you have the guts, don't hide!"

Although the enemy's bullets hit the bunker beside him from time to time, splashing pieces of gravel, and a few even brushed his cheek, bringing a burning pain, he ignored them all. His eyes showed an indomitable determination, and he had only one thought in his mind, which was to suppress the enemy with powerful firepower and create offensive opportunities for the captain and teammates.

Shao Bing assisted Ban Zhuan from the side. He used his pistol to accurately fire back at the enemies who were exposed after being suppressed by Ban Zhuan's firepower, while observing the situation on the entire battlefield.

His eyes were sharp, always paying attention to changes in the enemy's firepower points and whether any enemy was trying to outflank them.

From time to time, he would use the headset to inform his teammates of changes in enemy position and firepower distribution to ensure that everyone could respond in time and the entire coordination appeared orderly.

When he saw an enemy sticking his head out from the side and preparing to shoot at Banzhuan while Banzhuan was changing the magazine, Shao Bing was quick-eyed and quick-handed. He quickly raised his pistol, stretched out his arm, slightly adjusted the angle, and with a "bang", the bullet instantly hit the enemy's head. The man's head tilted, and he became motionless and fell straight down.

On the east and west sides of the town, Leng Feng and Shi Sanba's groups were still engaged in fierce firefights with the enemy, tying down a large number of armed personnel.

On the east side of Leng Feng, the enemy, relying on their large numbers, launched wave after wave of fierce charges, trying to break through their defense line and outflank Li Fan.

The enemy's first charge was fierce. A group of armed men, shouting all kinds of curses, holding guns and crouching, rushed towards Leng Feng and his men from all corners of the street.

Some of them hid behind abandoned vehicles on the street, shooting while moving; others used the doors and windows of buildings as cover, continuously shooting in the direction of Leng Feng and the others. For a moment, bullets flew through the air like locusts, making the surrounding walls riddled with holes.

Leng Feng was not afraid at all. He led his team members to respond calmly, and with his superb marksmanship and flexible tactical movements, he repelled the enemy's attacks time and time again.

He first hid behind a corner and calmly observed the enemy's movements.

When he saw the enemies in the front entering his best shooting range, he suddenly leaned out from the corner of the wall, and the gun in his hand instantly spurted out flames, "Da da da..." After a series of precise shots, those enemies were shot and fell to the ground before they could react.

Some of them covered their chests, with expressions of pain and fear on their faces, and slowly fell down; others were hit directly on the head and died on the spot, their bodies falling straight to the ground like puppets with their strings cut.

Then, Leng Feng quickly rolled behind a motorcycle on the other side of the street, and with the cover of the motorcycle, continued to shoot at the enemy.

The enemy discovered his position and concentrated their firepower towards him. The bullets hit the motorcycle body, making it clang and sparks fly.

Leng Feng took advantage of the enemy changing magazines and rolled over again, hiding behind a nearby trash can.

He observed the enemy through the gap in the trash can and saw that the enemy's firepower was briefly dispersed. He seized the opportunity again, stood up, and rushed towards a firepower point behind the enemy.

Sometimes he rolled to a new cover and shot at the enemy unexpectedly; sometimes he took advantage of the height difference between buildings and fired at the enemy from top to bottom, making the enemy dizzy and unable to find an effective direction of attack.

"If you want to pass through here, ask the gun in my hand if it allows you to do so first!" Leng Feng shouted, and the gun in his hand spewed out flames again, and several more enemies fell down with screams.

The battle on Shi Sanba's side was equally fierce. The enemy set up a number of simple roadblocks on the streets on the west side, trying to use them as a basis to encircle and suppress Shi Sanba and his men.

Seeing this, Shi Sanba sneered and ordered his team members to disperse and launch surprise attacks on the enemy from different directions.

He himself led the charge, holding two pistols, and rushed into the enemy group as if he was in an empty space.

He first rushed towards an enemy who was hiding behind a roadblock and shooting at his teammates.

The enemy only saw a black shadow flash by, and before he could react, Shi Sanba had already arrived in front of him.

Shi Sanba raised the pistol in his right hand and pointed it directly at the man's forehead. With a "bang", the enemy's head exploded instantly, and blood and brain matter splattered all over the ground.

Then, Shi Sanba turned around and fired the pistol in his left hand at another enemy who wanted to sneak attack him. The bullet hit the man's throat accurately. The enemy covered his neck, widened his eyes, made a "cluck" sound, and slowly fell down.

Shi Sanba moved flexibly among the enemy group. The two pistols in his hands were like two deadly paintbrushes. Every time he pulled the trigger, he painted a picture of the enemy falling on the chaotic battlefield.

His figure was so fast that it was dazzling. The enemy's bullets passed by him one after another, but could never hit him. His brave and fearless appearance made the enemy tremble with fear.

"Charge, disrupt their formation!" Shi Sanba shouted while fighting. His voice was particularly loud in the hail of bullets, as if there was an invisible force inspiring the team members to follow him and move forward bravely.

Back to Li Fan, he had already dealt with most of the guards in front of the warehouse, but the enemies still continued to pour in from all directions, as if they could never be killed.

Li Fan frowned slightly, knowing in his heart that he had to fight quickly and decisively and not let the enemy form an effective encirclement.

Just then, he saw an enemy on a rooftop not far away carrying a rocket launcher, ready to fire towards their location.

Li Fan's eyes narrowed, knowing that once the rocket launcher was launched, the area they were in would suffer huge damage and his teammates would be in danger.

Without time to think, he suddenly exerted force with his legs and rushed towards the house.

He was extremely fast. After a few jumps on the street, he arrived at the wall of the house.

I saw him holding on to the protrusions on the wall with his hands like pliers, and kicking his feet alternately, climbing towards the roof as quickly as a nimble monkey.

The rocket launcher operator had just set up the rocket launcher and aimed it downwards, but before he could press the launch button, Li Fan's figure appeared before him like a ghost.

The enemy widened his eyes in fear and in panic wanted to turn the rocket launcher to attack Li Fan, but Li Fan would never give him this opportunity.

Li Fan kicked the rocket launcher in his hand away. The rocket launcher drew an arc in the air and fell on the edge of the roof not far away with a clang.

Immediately afterwards, Li Fan grabbed the enemy and pressed him down on the roof. Then he twisted his arm hard, and with a "click", the enemy's arm was broken, and he screamed in pain.

The enemy screamed and tried to touch the dagger at his waist with his other hand, trying to resist. Seeing this, Li Fan punched him in the face again, knocking him unconscious.

After resolving this threat, Li Fan picked up the rocket launcher on the ground and aimed at the area below where the most enemies gathered.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a cold smile, and then he pressed the launch button.