Delta: Who are you saying has suffered a loss of strength?

As the smoke cleared, Han Che's figure disappeared from view. The machine gunner released the trigger, and the roaring muzzle of the heavy machine gun slowly slowed down.

The gun barrel was slightly red, like a piece of iron just taken out of the furnace, steaming upwards.

The machine gunner took a breath. There was no need to fire all at once if there was no one in the smoke, so he let the red-hot barrel cool down a bit.

Hearing the machine gun fire stop, Han Che took a deep breath.

It's now!

This time, Han Che jumped out from behind cover. Unlike before when he had to draw his gun line, in the previous situation he had to consider the area of ​​impact and the need to quickly retreat back to cover at any time.

This time, he jumped out completely, landing several meters ahead of the cover.

Asara, the machine gunner, clearly hadn't expected this. He had just lowered the machine gun muzzle when he saw Han Che jump out from behind cover. His pupils contracted sharply, he gritted his teeth, his muscles tensed instantly, and he used his arm strength to raise the Gatling gun muzzle back up.

The machine gun cylinder, which had been gradually slowing down, accelerated again.

Han Che faced the gun barrel head-on without flinching or dodging. He lowered his center of gravity, hid his arms in front of his chest, and sprinted forward at top speed, his speed still astonishing despite wearing heavy armor.

The machine gunner panicked as he watched the enemy getting closer and closer. In those few seconds of raising his gun and firing again, Han Che closed the distance considerably.

Squeak!! Tap tap tap tap tap tap!

The machine gun cylinder accelerated, whipping up air currents and emitting a sharp whistling sound, before bullets poured out again.

The burst of firepower finally allowed the machine gunner to breathe a sigh of relief. Now you should take cover!

Things didn't go as he expected again. Han Che didn't slow down as he faced the bullets. Instead, he kept bending slightly to the left and right like a snake as he sprinted to avoid some of the fire. He just toughed on the bullets that he couldn't dodge.

Bullets rained down on him like a storm, the black armor groaning and thumping.

His bent-over movement allowed his limbs, which were not protected by the armor, to be hidden as much as possible within the armor's projected area.

Even so, his limbs were still being lacerated by stray bullets, and he was covered in blood.

After the machine gunners stopped firing, the flamethrower operator's tense nerves relaxed a little. But then he realized something was wrong. A black shadow was rushing towards them, and it was already very close. He immediately opened fire.

But it was too late!

Han Che pressed himself against the wall to the right of the machine gunner, getting close to him. The flames he spewed out came from under the machine gunner's left armpit, and Han Che seized this small blind spot and squeezed in!

To the machine gunner's astonishment, the black figure, shrouded in smoke, had already slipped behind the Gatling gun barrel. Han Che was now pressed against him, and firing again at this point was pointless for Han Che.

He couldn't fire, he couldn't hit him. The thought flashed through the machine gunner's mind, and then he reacted. He hurriedly picked up the machine gun and swung it around like a hammer.

He attempted to knock Han Che away with a powerful impact.

Han Che's lips curled slightly; he had been waiting for the machine gunner's close-quarters elbow strike. He stopped abruptly, leaning back half an inch. The machine gun, swung around, barely grazed his armor, sending sparks flying across his chest.

The heavy machine gun swung forward, pulling the body's center of gravity forward, making it difficult to regain control.

Han Che seized the machine gunner's massive close-combat recovery time, and instead of using the blade, he punched the machine gunner in the abdomen with his right hand, which was holding a dagger, producing a dull thud.

The impact of the punch traveled through the armor plates and into the machine gunner's stomach.

The machine gunner's eyes widened for a moment, his mouth opened, and he forced a breath out of his throat as if someone had grabbed his throat.

Then, Han Che, who had been hiding his left hand under his body, pulled out a Type 93R rifle from his waist and pressed the muzzle against the gap in the helmet of the machine gunner, whose head had been lowered by the heavy blow.

Bang bang bang!

The red helmet flew off.

The machine gunner felt three loud bangs in his ears, and a sharp pain spread from his temples, followed by a wave of dizziness.

He could no longer control his body and staggered forward, the machine gun muzzle sticking out of the ground. He braced himself against the machine gun barrel, crouching low, trying to maintain his balance so that he didn't fall.

Han Che's movements didn't stop for a moment. He quickly shifted all his weight onto the blade in his right hand and exerted force.

He then used a dagger to forcefully press the scalding hot flamethrower pipe, which was still spewing flames, against the shipping container next to him.

With a clang, the crisp sound of metal colliding rang out as Han Che crushed the flamethrower tube with his dagger.

The flamethrower soldier was terrified. He strained with both hands, his veins bulging, his face turning red as he tried to pull it out, but the flamethrower tube seemed to be nailed to the spot, and he couldn't pull it out no matter what he did.

With the blade facing forward, Han Che traced the flamethrower pipe upwards, aiming it at the flamethrower soldier's throat.

The flamethrower soldier's eyes were fixed on the tip of the dagger, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints.

He leaned back, chin raised, trying to dodge the blade. But the blade was still chasing his throat, and then it struck Said behind him.

Said, at the very back of the column, heard the shouts ahead and was anxious, but the burly bodies of the flamethrower and machine gunner made it impossible for him to participate in the close combat ahead.

The narrow, advantageous terrain has now become an obstacle.

At this moment, the machine gunner bent over and leaned to the side, while the flamethrower soldier leaned back to avoid the blade, and the gap between the two men widened.

He then saw the man in full black armor, riddled with bullet holes, his helmet cracked, his eyes bloodshot, and covered in blood. He exuded a terrifying killing intent and held a dagger to the throat of the flamethrower soldier in front of him.

However, the flamethrower soldier's protective gear still managed to block the deadly blow from the dagger. The tip of the blade struck the hard armor plates of the suit, leaving a trail of sparks, but it did not penetrate.

Han Che continued to exert force with his hand, pressing the tip of his blade deeper and deeper into the armor plate, causing it to deform. He intended to pierce through the flamethrower soldier's head.

Saeed immediately raised his gun and aimed it at Han Che's shattered helmet.

Han Che caught a glimpse of Said's movements out of the corner of his eye, so he stopped thrusting forward and grabbed the flamethrower's head with his left hand, pulling the flamethrower over to shield himself.

Just as Han Che had expected, Said's machine gun was also ineffective at such close range. Every time Said adjusted the muzzle, Han Che would grab the flamethrower soldier to block him, and then leak the fuel tank behind him to Said, using it as a shield.

When Sayed pointed his gun to the left, the red fuel tank moved to his left; when Sayed pointed his gun to the right, the red fuel tank moved to his right.

Said's forehead veins bulged. Could it be that with such a huge advantage, he could still take his opponent down with him?