Chapter 1081： Mist

As a result, Yan Zhaoming quickly dealt with those soldiers. The people outside seemed to be uncomfortable, and opened the iron door.

A smoke bomb was thrown in, Mu Qiu Muxiao and two guarded at the left and right of the control room. After seeing the smoke bomb, they slowly retreated. They do not wear anti-smoke masks on their faces, and it is definitely a disadvantage to fight them within the range of the smoke.

Two figures ran into the control room with the help of smoke. Yang Lingjun on the commanding heights did not shoot easily. The smoke greatly affected his vision. If he shoots easily, his position will be exposed.

After the smoke filled half of the control room, it stopped. A dozen soldiers guarding outside entered the control room. They were wearing smoke filter masks on their faces and night vision goggles on their eyes for use in the smoke. Combat.

Swords were drawn in the control room, but the people on both sides did not rush to shoot. They didn't know the other side's current location, and once they opened the gun, they would reveal their location. These soldiers were also afraid that the shooting would destroy the instruments in the control room.

Therefore, the accurate positions of Mu Xiao and the others must be determined. The four people probed the edge of the smoke, trying to get Mu Xiao and the others to shoot and expose the position. They hid behind the long stone table and only exposed their muzzles. .

It would be wrong for Mu Xiao and the others to think that those people were behind them.

Fortunately, when Mu Qiu Muxiao came in, she relied on the memory of the situation a few times, and completely ignored the routines of these people. Yan Zhaoming's voice came from the earphones, "Captain, we are already outside the control room. How is the situation inside?"

When Yan Zhaoming ran to the control room quietly, he found that there were no armed men guarding here at the door, and the corpses of those people were on the ground. But there were puffs of smoke in the control room that prevented them from entering easily.

"They have already entered. There are an unknown number of militants in the control room, occupying half of the space in the control room. We are here and they dare not come over for the time being. They will see our position when the smoke bombs dissipate."

"At that time, after the two sides have exchanged fire, you will come in to double-team them!" After Mu Xiao finished speaking, her cheek was pressed tightly to the **** of the rifle, her eyes looking at the smoke through the scope.

"Good captain!" Yan Zhaoming didn't rush in and asked his two men to guard both sides of the iron gate. The plumes of smoke were slowly drawn off by the exhaust fan, and the less smoke on the other side of the control room turned out to be, it gradually began to clear.

Twenty minutes after the confrontation, the smoke finally dissipated in the control room. There was no trace of the enemy in his field of vision. Mu Qiu Muxiao did not shoot easily, but the Yang Lingjun hiding above could see clearly. They were all hiding behind the stone table.

Gently aim the quasi-head to the head of a soldier who was leaning outside, "Captain, I locked a group of people in your direction at eleven o'clock. They seem to be attacking, do you want to shoot?"

"When they all show up, they will kill."

"Okay!" Yang Lingjun's slender muzzle was exposed behind the bunker, but the muzzle color was very similar to the color of the rock on the wall, and I couldn't see it unless I looked closely.

Mu Qiu and Muxiao acted exactly the same, with their cheeks pressed against the **** of the rifle, their eyes fixed on the scope in front of them. Finally the soldiers couldn't help but rushed out of the stone table and ran to the next bunker.