Steel steam and flame

Someone quickly put down their gun, so fast that they could stir up a gust of wind, and ran to pick up the fallen bulletproof shield on the ground, trying to put it up again to form a new defense.

But the bullets flying out of the gray mist were faster, with a "swirling" sound, as if the bullets themselves had a pair of keen eyes. The gray fog would block everyone's sight, which was something they were sure of, but the accuracy of the bullets still made them feel despair and death.

The heads of the people who lost cover were all shot through by bullets. When they flew out from the back of their heads, they brought out a large piece of fishy mixture, which then hit the ground or directly spattered on other people's bodies. They lost the ability to defend themselves. In this short period of time, all the exposed people lay on the ground without any last struggle.

The remaining people no longer rushed forward to pick up those bulletproof shields, but hid behind the few remaining shields. Three or four people crowded together, leaning on the thick board that was already full of dents, trying to Block the next attack.

It seemed to have worked. Another attack hit the bulletproof shield, causing sparks and a "ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping" sound. The faces of these people showed a look of salvation when they heard the soft sound of breaking through the sky from the gray mist.

The shield exploded without any surprise, scattering metal fragments everywhere. The body of the person hiding behind dropped a section at the same time. Without exception, their bodies were split in two by sniper bullets that penetrated their shields, either from the waist or from the chest. The pain immediately spread to their brains, but most of them looked at their lower bodies, spitting blood from their mouths, and tears flowing out uncontrollably, slowly accepting the infinite fear that they were about to die.

The firepower point was defeated at an unbelievable speed, and Norentel could only hide his body completely under the heavy column. The power of a sniper rifle is not enough to penetrate a carriage full of cargo. He was also afraid in his heart. In the warehouse, that might be the only thing that could threaten him. You don't need to be hit, as long as you get a little bit of it, you will receive varying degrees of damage.

Norunter asked his men to hide quickly, rearrange themselves behind the steel wheels, or stack their shields as they did before the start, or stack them up for defense. He couldn't stand still and was treated as a target for the enemy to destroy piece by piece. I don't know how the enemy can see them through the gray fog's vision blockage, but now that the factor of gray fog is removed from the mind, it may be more correct to assume that the enemy can detect them and shoot accurately.

The people at several fire points all evacuated quickly and effectively towards the rear line next to them. The enemy's attacks did not stop, and in this short distance, corpses were spread out and stacked on the ground.

Norentel couldn't find any chance to fight back. The gray fog delayed their vision and dispersed very quickly, but the density at this time did not allow them to clearly see the specific situation in the gray fog.

The position where the bullets flew was always changing, there was no pattern at all, and all their attacks failed.

On the other side, all the people who went to clean the bottom of the carriages one by one were too late to evacuate. The shield's protection direction is limited, bullets attack them from various angles, and it cannot defend them in all directions. The damage caused by each bullet paved the way for their subsequent death. Although other people hiding also shot in the direction where the bullets flew, the actual effect may not be at all.

The sniper bullet also penetrated the gray fog at this time, hitting the people hiding on the edge of the rearrangement in a straight line. Some of the people who had their heads exposed to assist shooting, or who were hiding behind them, were not very thick defensive bodies. All the people hiding behind these bunkers had their bodies penetrated by the metal fragments exploded by the bullets, and they lay there quietly waiting to die.

The gray mist became a living thing at this moment. The bullets they had poured into it crazily not long ago were being accurately returned one by one at this moment.

More people quickly climbed over from the bottom of the heavy train and climbed to the unloading platform to hide. The other side is very safe. Even those powerful sniper rifles cannot penetrate the cargo-filled carriages.

For a time, there were only bodies on the ground on the train side. The air was calm again.

When Norentl saw such a scene in the front of the tractor, leaning against the mirror, his face under the mask froze together. He left the front of the tractor, followed by several squad leaders, and the team here had already gathered.

Seeing their captain coming, everyone's bodies froze in place.

"Bang..." Norenter had just walked a few steps away. To his left, several of the soldiers lying on the top of the rearrangement, observing the situation on the other side, were shattered by bullets that grazed the rearrangement surface. head.

He didn't express anything, but he was really surprised that the enemy was not affected by the gray mist. And looking at the remaining people in front of him, he also understood that during the period of gray fog. Not only was he making preparations, but all the personnel sent to go around were cleared by small groups of enemies.

"Assault!" Norentl looked at his watch, and there was no time left for him to wait any longer. The rearrangement must start on time. At that time, the enemy has not been completely annihilated, which is something that can be tolerated.

He picked up the shield himself, pulled out his own crude pistol, and ejected the magazine. Looking at the bullet with a light blue ring, he moved his fingers and returned the magazine to its original position.

The shields are still brought together. However, the number of people who could be protected was very limited. Norentl divided the team into two teams. Some people relied on shields to walk on the roof of the heavy train. They had an advantage in height and facilitated better attacks. Others without shields walked underneath the vehicle, where rows of steel wheels could be used as temporary cover.

The order was given quickly. Norentl and several elite team captains behind him each carried a shield and carefully approached the other side of the train from under the car.

"The gray fog is probably going to disperse soon." As Norentl thought about the rails falling from the gap in the unloading platform, he gently leaned towards the row of steel wheels in front. Looking through the gap between them to look at the situation on the other side, he saw a dozen waiting enemies already standing there.

Dozens of people were holding their shields on the ground, forming a fan-shaped defensive formation, waiting for them to come from the other side of the queue.