"Hey!"

"What?" Amen tilted his head and pulled the trigger. Bullets as big as a cannon flew out of the barrel and blew the target.

"Ammunition!" Laura Crawford is also half a shooting expert. As a British man, he is a member of the IPSC (International Practical Shooting Association) and a USPSA (American Practical Shooting Association). He has achieved good results in the 0.45 ACP pistol shooting competition of the 3GN Championship. Just from the explosive shells dropped next to Amon's boots, she can see that the ammunition used by the Imperial Guards is larger than that of the 14.5*114 mm bullets in the Soviet Union. It can be imagined that this kind of anti-aircraft firepower can have absolute dominance in the current shooting environment.

The only thing she was worried about was that Amon might not have enough ammunition. After all, the magazine that could accommodate this ammunition was large and heavy. It was difficult for ordinary people to even carry a magazine for intense exercise. In fact, this worry was very correct. Even if Amon had shots without any bullets, he had to face this problem. "Five rounds left." Amon frowned and covered Laura Crawford's way to the rock bunker. "Yasok has been forced back, but the number of Holy Trinity mercenaries is too large. I can't take you all the way out unless you are willing to wait here for a while."

"What are you going to do?" asked Laura Crawford.

"Roar over and kill them." Amon pulled the trigger again. This time he aimed at a mercenary holding an anti-tank missile. When the mass reaction fuse penetrated the flesh and touched the metal, the high-temperature jet immediately poured out of the bullet body, blowing the anti-tank missile into charred pieces with the soldiers. "I don't know how many anti-tank missiles there are in Holy Trinity. I can dodge it, but you definitely can't."

"Uh... I still have three magazines." Laura Crawford pulled the MP5 submachine gun he had picked up and took a look, then slapped the bolt loading in a neat manner. "You get rid of the machine gunners at 3 o'clock and 10 o'clock, and I can move with you and meet at the exit. I go to the right, there is enough bunker there, and at the same time I need fire support. I mean grenades, I have seen you throw grenades, which is simply a mortar."

Amon agreed to the plan.

He first fired two shots quickly to deal with the machine gun and the machine gunner. Taking advantage of the short fire gap, he rushed out in one step. The cliff where he and Laura Crawford were at least sixty meters away from the firepower point of the Holy Trinity mercenary, but in the eyes of those soldiers, the Golden Armored Guards collided like a running bison, and rushed to them in the blink of an eye. The mercenary who was standing in front of the Guards collided before they could dodge and hit Amon's shoulder armor, skull, spine, clavicle and ribs, like pendulum used to dismantle concrete buildings, and their bodies flew out like rag dolls, and the broken bone slag pierced the skin and splashed out.

When Amon stabbed out the spear of the garrison to nail the two mercenaries to death, Laura Crawford was still running and firing with a rifle behind her. Before her enemy could launch an effective counterattack, a grenade fell from the sky and exploded in the crowd with a precise arc, which won her a lot of time to march. She finally arrived at the cover, then kicked over a wounded soldier standing in front of her, and shot a few shots to kill the soldiers who were trying to counterattack. After emptying the two magazines, she heard a loud shout and scream from afar. At first she thought that Amon had rushed into the enemy formation and started massacre, but unexpectedly Amon stood at the exit and waited for her, while the screams of the Holy Trinity mercenaries outside the exit did not stop.

The strong smell of blood spread in the cave, and the meat and internal organs that were crushed by large-caliber bombs stuck to the rough stone wall. The murals of the Aztec gods were once painted, but they were covered with blood and corpses in the sky, and the exquisite paint became blurred. However, at this time, Laura Crawford had no time to feel sorry for the damage encountered by these cultural relics, and she still had many questions to solve.

"Our helper is here." Amon held the garrison spear, and in front of him was a black woman in red robe holding a silver spear. "Good morning, Naqia, I don't know you have become Dora."

"Who are these people?" Laura Crawford asked inexplicably. The long archaeological operation made her a little disconnected from the world. From beginning to end, she didn't know Wakanda, a high-tech African country that caused an uproar around the world. Even after a simple self-introduction, Laura Crawford was still confused. She only knew that these female warriors were allies of the Imperial Guards, which was enough for the current situation.

As for Naqia, it is even more impossible for her to distinguish the identity of the Imperial Guard. The Imperial Guard's familiar tone made her regard Amon as Hammurabi who participated in the civil war in the Golden City of Wakanda. In fact, it was not Naqia's personal wish, but the request of Queen Mother Ramonda. All Black Panther Queens must come from the Dora Guard. This is an unwritten rule passed down during a certain period, and even Ramonda herself is no exception.

“The problem has been solved now.”

Naqia held the vibrating spear and said in a brisk tone. Behind her, the agile female warriors were cleaning up the enemies who were not dead one by one. After throwing away the blood on the spear, they stood behind Naqia into a seemingly loose but actually tight combat formation. Amon could see at a glance that the real work of these Dora guards not only protecting King Techara, but also protecting the future Queen Naqia. The Dora guards who were not in the database were all wary of the tall imperial guards.

"Come on, the king wants to talk to you, Laura Crawford." Naqia glanced at the guards and pretended to remember something unexpectedly, "And the Emperor Latovinia, he is here too."

"You, take your squad and charge with me."

The noise from the bullets passing through the armor did not cover up Supiluliumas' shouts. A tribal warrior holding a laser gun rushed out of the bunker excitedly, and shot and rushed towards the guards ahead. Their opponents were not only the Holy Trinity mercenaries, but also the believers of the Kukulkan Cult, dressed in a short green robe and feathered crown, all of whom were the Paititites who helped Amaru drive Anuratu off the throne.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Even though the believers of the Kukulkan Cult are all compatriots, the rebels did not show any mercy to these people, but instead took more cruel means to treat these traitors. These rebels have been hunted and captured by these traitors lurking in the town of San Juan (formerly Paiditti). Now they have finally got the opportunity to get revenge and hate. They even threw down their laser guns when they approached the Kukulkan Cult, pulled out the rumbling chainsaw sword and started to kill.

"For the Queen, you traitor!"

Supiluliumas's halberd cut through the air and cut open the human body. He dodged an anti-tank missile fired from the enemy's position, turned around and shot the enemy, then stumbled into a simple barricade piled up with sandbags, and used his combat boots to kill the Holy Trinity mercenary who fired anti-tank missiles, and then punched the head of a frightened believer in Kukulkan. Instead of continuing to greet the rebels who were immersed in revenge, he began to greet the next team-Camilla team, which is the real combat power of this attack. They cooperated with the Imperial Guard Supiluliumas, and were able to make up for the firepower gap of the Imperial Guard in time, which was far more efficient than the Queen's Army, who had no discipline and tactical consciousness. The weapons they were actually allocated to the regular army of Latovignan.

The scorching plasma ball flew through the morning rainforest and melted the Holy Trinity machine gunner and his gun. Supiluliumas grabbed the neck of a believer of the Kukulkan clan trying to escape in the burning jungle, and held it in front of him to look carefully. As expected, he found a red and blue feather and scales on the neck of the believer.

"There is pollution here!" Supiluliumas cursed in a low voice, and then conveyed the information to the Camilla team behind through the communication channel. "Back back! Don't get close! Perform bombing and removal procedures!" Camilla glanced at the Queen's Army that was charging forward frantically, and tried to call them back. However, these tribal warriors were too addicted to the joy of fighting, and the roaring chain saw was as violent as their heartbeat. The Imperial Guards initially tried to evacuate the Queen's Army in Quechua, but no matter what, the tribal warriors with blood on their faces were unwilling to take a step back.

Supiluliumas took a last look and said, "Continue to execute, laser guidance. Hurry up!"
Chapter completed!