Volume 9: Molten Mine Chapter 469: Black Rune
The opponent only needs to maintain this situation, with one part of the team suppressing Allen with firepower, while the other part tries to cross the two cracks in the center of the battlefield - after losing distance and cover, no matter how strong Allen's individual combat ability is, two fists cannot beat four hands.
Allen gritted his teeth, loaded the last "sniper shotgun shell" into the chamber, then quickly leaned his upper body out of the cover, aimed at the most densely populated enemy position, and pulled the trigger!
"Bang!"
Before Allen had time to observe the effect of the shot, a huge force knocked him to the ground.
"I was shot?" This was Allen's first reaction. After a brief blank, he felt a sharp pain in his head. He reached out to feel around. Fortunately, the bullet hit the curved surface of the helmet and ricocheted. Only a corner of the protective mask was shattered, and a few pieces of glass were inserted into the corner of his forehead. Blood slowly flowed down along his brow.
Allen didn't have time to treat the wound. He quickly took out a roll of repair tape from his waist bag, tore off a piece, and sealed the hole in the mask.
The wound on the temple was painful but not fatal. There were no important organs at this location, the superficial temporal artery nearby was not punctured, and the brain was protected by hard bones... Moreover, in this situation, he had no time to bandage himself.
After giving himself a painkiller injection, Allen leaned against a boulder and kept adjusting his breathing frequency - the effect of the "sniper shotgun" just now seemed to be quite good, the chaotic gunfire from the opposite side had stopped, and he didn't know how many people were killed.
"The bullet that just hit me, was it a stray bullet?"
With this thought in mind, Allen turned on the battle recorder and moved the progress bar to thirty seconds ago.
It was not a stray bullet that hit the helmet - at the moment when Allen leaned out to shoot, the leader also flashed out of the cover and fired a series of short bursts at him with the Type 01 rifle in his hand. Then the picture shook violently, and in the next shot, the recorder was facing the leaden sky.
At a distance of 170 meters, it is not difficult for a shooter who has undergone a certain period of training to hit a half-body target with a Type 01 rifle.
The Type 01 rifle in the leader's hand is perhaps the most accurate one in the hands of this group of heretical believers.
Allen took off his backpack and walked out with the sniper rifle.
“Thump, thump, thump—”
Another series of short bursts of fire, the unique sound of the Type 01 assault rifle was very familiar to Allen, but this time, the backpack that was sticking out was not hit. The bullets hit the boulder, and the rock fragments flew up and hit Allen.
The opponent's shooting skills were not as good as Allen had imagined. It seemed that luck played a greater role in the last shot.
On the other side, the leader was changing the magazine in a rage - his marksmanship was actually not bad, but the shot he just hit was indeed due to good luck - this Type 01 assault rifle was probably twice as old as him, and the rifling on the inside of the barrel had been worn out to the point where it was almost invisible. It was truly a stroke of luck that he could still hit someone at this distance.
"Damn it! We're done for, damn it! Damn it!" The leader retreated behind the cover with his gun in hand, cursing a series of dirty words in hatred.
All his men had been killed, and there was no one left to help him draw fire. In the first round of shooting, he thought he had successfully killed the sniper...
But the other party is still alive!
I clearly saw the sniper leaning back and falling down, how come he didn't die? !
A full-power 10mm caliber bullet can tear off a large piece of flesh even if it just hits you. The sniper was clearly shot in the upper body, so how could he still be able to move?
Is the other party wearing heavy power armor?
Then I have no chance of winning!
He still had two magazines left, but what good was that? This gun couldn't penetrate the heavy armor that the sniper was wearing. Even if he stood in front of him and let him shoot, he wouldn't be able to do anything to him...
He curled up his body as much as possible, tucked his legs without protective gear under his buttocks, hunched his waist, and pressed his head against the boulder that served as a shelter. He didn't know when another air-burst bullet would explode above his head... The feeling of waiting for the other party to pronounce his fate was really a torture.
He couldn't help but put his hand into his pocket and took out a very smooth black stone talisman. He held the stone talisman in his palm and muttered in a low voice: "Great God... please... please bless me... I don't want to die..."
It was somewhat ironic that although this leader usually acted very loyal to the great gods and the sect, and it was not an exaggeration to even describe him as fanatical, this was actually all an act. In fact, he did not believe in any great gods at all. In his opinion, the prophet and others were able to gain powerful powers because they had hit upon great fortune in a certain Alpha ruins...
But he was a smart man. Before his small group of exiles was absorbed by the heretic sect, he had already seen the strength and development potential of the heretic sect. Apart from the Ark that exiled them, the heretic sect would obviously become the second largest human force on Alpha.
So he won over several exiles , launched a rebellion, assassinated the leader of the exiles and those loyal to the leader, and took the remaining fifty or so exiles to join the arms of the heretical sect. It was for this reason that he took the position of leader.
"What great god? It's nothing!" He often thought, "If I'm lucky and can find some treasures in the ruins, I might be able to do better than the prophet."
As for those "containers" that were parasitized by the Seeds of Erosion, he never touched them - in his opinion, those who sacrificed their lives for the so-called beliefs were all a bunch of idiots.
But now, he wished that the "great god" really existed, and it would be best if he could hear his prayers and save him, a "loyal believer", from danger.
