Chapter 34: Attacked from Both Sides

  The Norwegian soldiers came rushing in with a fierce charge, using the phalanx formation. The entire army lined up and charged towards the mountain head-on, instantly turning the empty space into a sea of khaki-colored Norwegian troops, letting out a deafening roar as they charged forward.

  "Rat-a-tat-tat..." Hundreds of guns spewed out angry flames, crazily sweeping the mountain where Zhao Ziyang and his men were, wanting to turn them into sieve after sieve.

  "Watch out!!!"

  "Rat-a-tat-tat..." A dense hail of bullets formed a rain of steel that poured down heavily on the mountain stronghold.

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  Rocks splashed and dust flew everywhere, the entire mountain was shrouded in shellfire, making it impossible for anyone to stick their head out to counterattack.

  The power of the group charge was revealed at this time, and the advantage of numbers made the Norwegian soldiers rush forward like an armored vehicle. They used their rifles to form the most effective killing defense, leaving Zhao Ziyang and his men trapped in a death abyss from which they could not escape.

  All I could do was huddle down and listen to the explosions around me, enduring the flying debris that pelted me from head to toe.

  "Clang... Clang... Clang..." A burst of flames erupted on the bulletproof steel plate, leaving behind a trail of white scratches from the ricochets.

  "Come on, come on!" A crazed roar burst from Omar's mouth as he raised the M134 six-barrel heavy machine gun and began a frenzied sweep of the open Norwegian soldiers behind the steel plate.

  "Rat-a-tat-tat..." The six-barreled gun emitted a continuous stream of flames, and the yellowish bullet heads jumped out one after another, forming a hail of bullets that piled up at Omo's feet.

  The more it accumulates, the shorter the time it takes to cover Omo's sole plate inside, and under the friction of the foot, it makes a crisp crackling sound.

  The M134, known as the "Fire God Gun", has its own unique and distinctive features. Without a doubt, when facing a group of enemies charging in an open area, it unleashes its power to the fullest, becoming the most lethal weapon on the battlefield.

  A firing rate of six thousand rounds per minute, equivalent to one bullet per second, the muzzle moving at an angle of thirty degrees in one second, extending to a distance of one kilometer is equivalent to saying that one hundred bullets fired in one second completely cover the battlefield, covering Norwegian soldiers under a hail of bullets.

  "Boom... boom... boom..." The Norwegian soldiers in the front row fell down, and the soldiers behind them who couldn't stop their footsteps continued to rush forward and fell down again.

  The 7.62mm caliber bullet mercilessly pierced through the bodies of Norwegian soldiers, taking away one young and vibrant life after another.

  A single M134 held off a Norwegian soldier's group charge, with a depth of one kilometer and a width of 400 meters of open space, enough for the M134 to fully display its prowess and roar.

  "Rat-a-tat-tat..." The Norwegian soldier, whose charge was frustrated, pulled the trigger and concentrated his firepower on the mountain top, where the furious firepower point was located.

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  They want to take out this strongpoint, otherwise it's impossible to advance. The distance is too far, the rifle grenade doesn't have enough range, and the Norwegian troops are lightly equipped, without any heavy weapons, they can only use their rifles.

  "Rat-a-tat-tat..." The rain-like bullets hit the protective steel plate of the M134, covering the entire plate.

  The moment the bullet head came into contact with the steel plate, a spark burst out, making the steel plate look like a burning shield, burning with the endless anger of both sides.

  "Special soldier, help me!" Ao Mo let out a loud roar, using his polar bear-like body to firmly prop up the bulletproof steel plate that was tilting backwards.

  Hundreds of bullets poured onto the steel plate, with a strong penetrating force that even Omo couldn't withstand. The body holding up the steel plate bore the brunt of the force after the steel plate had absorbed some of it. Each bullet was like an iron hammer smashing into the steel plate before piercing into Omo's body.

  If you can't imagine the power, think of a book on your chest being smashed with an iron hammer. Moreover, it's not just the chest, but a layer of books all over the body, with countless hammers smashing down on you non-stop. What kind of feeling that is, can be imagined, absolutely unbearable for any human!

  "Ah!!!!!!!!!......" Aomo's face contorted in agony, letting out a loud scream.

  The muscles on his neck bulged again, the thick veins on his forehead burst out, and his body almost swelled up in a circle, showing that he had exhausted all his strength.

  "Sickle Hand!" Zhao Ziyang shouted Sickle Hand.

  Two people crawled over, pressing their shoulders against the bulletproof steel plate that was about to be knocked down by the bouncing head.

  They had to hold out; this bulletproof steel plate was all that could help them stall for time. Without this several-hundred-kilogram bulletproof steel plate, Ao Mo wouldn't be able to unleash his firepower and block the Norwegian army's charge, nor would he be able to create an opportunity for Swoop and Blade to snipe from behind and protect their backs.

  Under the hail of bullets, people can't even lift their heads, let alone fight back.

  Zhao Ziyang and the sickle-handed man, who had just replaced A Mo to hold up the steel plate, both shook violently at the same time, their chests churning with a wave of nausea, almost spitting out reverse blood.

  Innumerable rivets continuously complete the coverage of steel plates, this force is overwhelming and hard to resist.

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  "Fire!!!!!" Zhao Ziyang's eyes bulged, and a loud roar came from his chest cavity. With all his might, he pushed forward against the steel plate, allowing Omo to continue its suppressive fire.

  "Rat-a-tat-a-tat..." M134 spat out a fierce tongue of flame once again, sweeping towards the Norwegian soldier who had instantly broken through the kilometer limit.

  As Omo fired again, the Norwegian soldiers immediately dropped to the ground and continued their charge by crawling forward. The pressure on the steel plate eased a bit, allowing Zhao Ziyang and the sickle-wielding man to catch their breath.

  "Bang! Bang!" Taking advantage of the opportunity to turn over the mountain, Swarte and Dao Feng found cover, using their two-man firepower to snipe at the defending mercenaries in the rear, holding down the defenders' footsteps.

  "Special forces, we can't hold on for much longer, we have to think of something quickly!" Dao Feng shouted loudly at Zhao Zi Yang, ducking down to avoid a sniper bullet shot from the mountain below.

  "Clang!"

  The mountain rock was knocked off a corner, and the splashing gravel rushed towards Dao Feng's face, stabbing half of his cheek bloody.

  "Hold the mountain head! Die and hold the mountain head!" Zhao Ziyang gritted his teeth and let out a roar, his entire left shoulder numb from the shock.

  At this moment, the only hope for survival is to hold on to the mountain head, and this hope comes from Angel. With such intense gunfire, she must be able to hear it. What needs to be done now is still holding on, waiting for Angel's rescue.

  "Change belts!" O'Mo shouted loudly, and the M134 in his hand immediately stopped firing.

  Almost at the same moment when M134 stopped firing, bulletproof steel plate once again became a super iron hammer composed of countless iron hammers, heavily smashing towards Zhao Ziyang and sickle hand.

  With a "poof" sound, Zhao Ziyang couldn't bear it and spat out a mouthful of blood, his body swaying backwards. As he swayed, the steel plate immediately collapsed backwards, and it seemed that this half was about to collapse.

  "ROAR!!!!!" Zhao Ziyang's mouth was full of fresh blood as he let out a fierce roar, his feet firmly planted on the ground, using his back to hold down the steel plate.

  "Pffft!"

  On the other side of the steel plate, the scythe-wielding hand also spat out a mouthful of blood, choosing to make the same move as Zhao Zi Yang, using his shoulder to firmly press against the steel plate, enduring the intense pain that came from the repeated pounding on his back.

  "Damn it, how much longer?"

  "!!" Scythe Hand loudly asked Omo, his eyes staring at the unguarded air above the steel plate.

  "Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh......" Shell after shell flew over their heads, forming a dense hail of bullets.

  Zhao Ziyang also saw it, and more clearly, he saw the high temperature carried by the warhead breaking through the air with a whistling sound, saw the intersecting warheads in disarray, and saw the trajectory of the bullets unfolding before his eyes like never before.

  "Alright!" Omou finally got the zipper back up and resumed his frantic sweeping.

  Those tens of seconds on the chain, made Zhao Ziyang and Kama feel like they had been through a long, long time. Their bodies were numb, their internal organs severely injured. When the bulletproof steel plate relieved the pressure once again, the two felt a sense of relief, followed by a wave of sweetness that surged up to their throats, causing them to spit out another mouthful of blood.

  "Rat-a-tat-tat..." The Gatling gun roared again, pouring a stream of bullets into the Norwegian soldiers.

  This round of shooting didn't have much use, the Norwegian soldiers crawling on the ground dodged a large number of bullets, they weren't fools, after the initial setback they immediately realized that there was only one machine gun firing point on the hill.

  The firepower is M134, and while M134 highlights its enormous power, it has a fatal weakness, which is the problem of ammunition. Ammunition consumption is extremely fast, and the opponent cannot afford to stock up on tens of thousands of bullets to support this fire god gun.

  It's true that the implementation can indeed do so, with Omar's body capable of carrying 20,000 rounds of ammunition. But how long can 20,000 rounds last? Calculated at a theoretical firing rate of 6,000 rounds per minute, it would only be enough for three minutes and a few seconds of consumption. Furthermore, all the guns have been modified by Pandora, and the M134's shooting speed has been increased again, but still only lasts for three minutes.

  At this time, Ao Mo had switched to the second chain of bullets, with only one last chain left by his side. All the bullets added up were less than 10,000 rounds, which also meant that they could only hold on for a little over a minute.

  But this division of a few minutes is far from enough. From the start of the battle to Angel's arrival, it will take a lot of time. They must hold on for another thirty minutes, otherwise they won't be able to wait for reinforcements and everyone will die here.

  Retreat is out of the question, as both east and west are nothing but barren mountains with no roads. This is a single path, a single path is most suitable for ambushes, but also easiest to be ambushed, once surrounded, it's a dead end situation.

  As the shell casings fell continuously, Ao Mo put on the last bullet chain, quietly waiting and preparing to use the last round of absolute firepower to take out a few more Norwegian soldiers, which would also count as making up for his losses.

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  Zhao Ziyang and the scythe-wielding man's bodies were at their limits, unable to withstand the heavy bulletproof steel plate. Now they could only straighten their bodies to form a support, using their flesh as a bracket for the steel plate.

  Sword and Knife Edge were also at a stalemate, engaging in sniping and counter-sniping with the Guardian mercenaries behind them, the situation was extremely critical.

  The elite forces of the defenders, who have almost the same military quality as them, are naturally at an absolute advantage in this situation. If it weren't for Swort and Dao Feng having the upper hand, I'm afraid it would be difficult to stop the footsteps of Colonel Defenders.

  "Damn it, can't hold on anymore, these bastards are too powerful!" Dao Feng cursed loudly, his bloody and swollen cheek twitching with a muscle spasm, a sign of nerve pain.

  "Pffft!"

  The sound of the bullet penetrating flesh echoed, followed by Swartz's pained grunt. A sniper rifle round pierced Swartz's right chest, sending him crashing to the ground.

  "Swort's been hit, rescue!" The knife edge let out a loud cry and swooped down towards Swort, covering his wound with his right hand.

  Sweat's right chest was torn open by a sniper bullet, leaving a fist-sized wound. His face contorted in agony, his body convulsed uncontrollably, and he bit his lip to stifle a scream.

  Fresh blood gushed out of the wound, dyeing half of the body red.

  "Hold on! Hold on!" The blade pressed down on Swett's wound, pulling out a tourniquet to quickly bandage him, then took out a morphine injection for intravenous administration.

  "Boom!"

  At this moment, the sound of grenade launchers boomed, and the defenders behind them fired grenades from bottom to top.

  "Get out! Get out! Get out!" Zhao Ziyang yelled with his bulging bloodshot eyes.

  A loud "boom" shook the air as a grenade landed on the mountain top, exploding violently and sending shrapnel flying everywhere. Knife's body was heavily tossed over to Zhao Zi Yang's location.

  The howitzer's bombardment of the hilltop had not ended, and the hilltop was instantly enveloped in artillery fire, with the ambushers plunged into a catastrophic situation.