Chapter 347 The oriole is behind

"You come and bandage it." Luo Zheng's face darkened, he picked up the gun, endured the pain in his heart, and ran quickly towards the gate. His eyes were cold, and he felt faintly uneasy. He rushed along the street to the gate, and suddenly found outside the castle. A large number of people appeared. They were carefully searching for people with guns in hand, taking turns to cover the formations. They were only about three hundred meters away from the gate. I couldn't help but be shocked. After a closer look, they didn't look like the Wolf King's people.

Luo Zheng raised his sniper rifle and saw through the sniper scope that among the people who came were acquaintances from the Sam Country. His face darkened and his brows curled into a "Sichuan" shape. He realized that these people had blocked the surrounding signals, making the satellite phone unusable. Come on. Otherwise, Luo Zheng quickly fired a warning shot into the sky and shouted in international common language: "Stop advancing, otherwise you will be shot and killed. I am from the Chinese national team, let me express your intention."

In the sniper scope, the people who had been searched were lying down on the spot one after another, their guns all aimed at them, emitting a cold death-like light in the sun, which was shocking. One of them shouted disdainfully: "Fake, the people pretending to be in the competition team , Mr. Wolf King, this is inconsistent with your reputation. All the people on the grassland have died in the battle, and you are the only one left. Come out, and as long as you surrender, I guarantee that you will receive a fair trial. Before that, I will absolutely guarantee your Safety"

When Luo Zheng heard this, he immediately realized that these guys wanted to play the role of the oriole behind the mantis, and shouted angrily: "Come on, I want to see how strong Sam's national team is." Since a battle cannot be avoided, Then let's fight. Luo Zheng closed the door angrily, quickly climbed up the city wall, set up an ambush, and set up a sniper rifle. When he saw the incoming people retreating, he was very angry and quickly aimed at a target.

When facing a self-righteous strong man, the best way is to beat the opponent until it hurts and scares him. Otherwise, the opponent will ride on his head and shit. Luo Zheng will never allow such a thing to happen. There can only be one winner in the game, and brothers will sacrifice their lives. The fruits gained in exchange are absolutely not allowed to be taken away by others, let alone enemies.

"What's going on?" Lan Xue asked in the headset in surprise.

"Phew!" Luo Zheng did not answer immediately, but fired decisively. The sniper bullet roared away with Luo Zheng's endless anger, tearing apart the hot space barrier, like a roaring wild beast, instantly biting the target's thigh. , lifting up a large piece of flesh and blood, the target screamed and fell to the ground.

If a person is shot in the thigh, his combat effectiveness is basically gone. If he is not treated in time and the bullet is removed, his life will be in danger. Moreover, the wounded needs someone to take care of him, which will also reduce the opponent's combat effectiveness. Luo Zheng's shot can not only weaken The purpose of the opponent's strength can also serve as a warning. If the opponent is still provocative, then you have to give it a try. The opponent displays a signal on the screen, and the purpose is not clear. If you are shot, you can only consider yourself unlucky and will not report it to the organizing committee. .

"What happened?" Lan Xue asked eagerly through the headset.

"It's Sam's national team who came here with a bunch of people. If my guess is correct, they should be here to snatch the fruits of victory. What about these bastards, Gui Shou and Snow Leopard?" Luo Zheng asked in an angry voice in a low voice. Luo Zheng became anxious when he thought of Guishou and Snow Leopard being injured. The battle just now was too dangerous. The hand holding the gun was full of sweat, and the eyes in the sniper scope were full of cold murderous intent. He was worried about these people who had picked up the fruits of victory. People are full of hate.

"Asshole." Lan Xue also cursed angrily, and told the mountain eagle to take care of Ghost Hand and Snow Bear. He picked up his gun and rushed over. When he saw Luo Zheng on the city wall, there was a stone staircase next to the castle gate, and he quickly rushed up. , fell down next to Luo Zheng like a cheetah, looked ahead with cold eyes, murderous intent, and whispered with a livid face: "How many people are expected to be in these bastards? What should we do next?"

"There are thirteen people who can be seen. I don't know if there are others who can't be seen. It should be a joint team composed of several competition teams. How about Ghost Hands and Snow Leopard?" Luo Zheng replied worriedly.

"The problem is not that big. The bullet scratched me and the bleeding has stopped. I can still fight." Lan Xue looked at the people evacuating in front of them and said with a serious face: "It seems that these people are determined to kill us. Seize the fruits of victory and the signal is blocked. We will not be able to spread the situation here to the outside world. As long as we die, the evidence recorded just now will be destroyed. At that time, they can say whatever they want about the situation here. "

"This is also my worry. If we are lucky, they will say that we died fighting the Wolf King. If we are not lucky, only God knows what they will say. These people have Hummingbird reconnaissance on their hands, and they cannot evacuate even if they evacuate. It seems that the only option is to fight to the death, these bastards." Luo Zheng said bitterly, with a murderous look on his face.

"How sure are you?" Lan Xuesen's cold eyes showed a hint of worry, and he asked in a low voice. Ghost Hand and Snow Leopard were injured, and their combat effectiveness was greatly reduced. There are thirteen known opponents, and there are still unknown ones. Everyone is besieged in the castle, and there is no hope in this battle.

Luo Zheng did not answer, but looked coldly at the people who were retreating further and further away, with a cold expression on his face, and began to think deeply. After a while, Luo Zheng's worried face became firmer, with a touch of joy, and he said softly: "Don't Worry, there will always be a way. Let's fight with them for a few days. We have enough water, and there should be food and bedding in the castle. We can put them on the city wall and set up a few more suspicious formations to confuse the enemy. There are five of us, and each of us will keep guard. In a corner of the city wall, there is only one person left who can maneuver and provide support at any time. It is not a big problem to defend it for three to five days."

"It alternates between hot and cold here, and the temperature difference is very large. We are guarding the castle and have enough supplies. We should be able to defend it for three to five days, but don't forget, our opponents are not bad either. We should be able to persevere. What about after three or five days?" Lan Xue whispered worriedly, her brows furrowed and filled with worry.

"You have overlooked one thing." Luo Zheng smiled confidently, his eyes firm and powerful.

"What?" Lan Xue asked in surprise, her face full of curiosity.

"Water." Luo Zheng chuckled.

"Water?" Lan Xue was startled and looked at the lake in front of him with confusion. Suddenly his eyes lit up and he smiled and said: "Great, the water is polluted by us and has no impact on the Wolf King. But it is different for them. The longer the time goes, the more serious the pollution will be. It’s so hot here, it’s impossible for them not to drink water. As long as they stay in the castle, they will definitely lose. You had the foresight to pollute the water in advance.”

"It's just a coincidence. Who would have thought that they would catch up?" Luo Zheng chuckled, and the worries in his heart were swept away. He glanced ahead and saw that Sam's team and other teams had disappeared behind the sand dunes.

When the crisis recurred, Luo Zheng had to brace himself to deal with it. He put on his tactical sunglasses and squatted in a stern manner. The cold muzzle of the gun exuded the aura of death in the sun, and the cold light was sharp.