The speed of the Falcon is so fast, so fast that the members of the ghost wolf only saw the bright red blood in the air, and the figure of the Falcon disappeared from their sight. This is a special professional soldier, no matter when Wherever they are, they can appear like ghosts.
"Counsel Hu, what about the Falcon? I saw you hit him, but what about his people? How could they suddenly disappear?" A team member said the doubts in everyone's mind, because every one of them saw The falcon was shot. Although the light was very dim, they were too familiar with the color of blood, and it was certain that the falcon had been injured.
"Huh!" Staff Hu snorted coldly, but his eyes never left the sniper scope. He was observing and observing any abnormal situation in the desert in front of him, because he felt the breath of a falcon right in front of him. In the desert, Staff Hu pulled the bolt, with a harsh tone, and said coldly:
"He's right here. Use a machine gun to sweep against the ground. I don't believe he can't come out." Mr. Hu's purpose was very clear. He asked the team members to use firepower to force the Falcon out. As long as the Falcon appeared, He is sure to shoot the former king of soldiers in front of him with a headshot.
"Da da da·······"
1. A tongue of fire came out of the machine gun, endless bullets formed a dense firepower net, and shot out against the sand. The falcon was lying on the sand, and the bleeding calf was already red. In the surrounding sand, the muscles of his whole body were squirming in a slightly invisible motion, pushing away the sand under his body a little bit, so that he was buried in the sandpit as much as possible.
The fire net made up of bullets swept across the height of one centimeter against the back of the Falcon like flames. The heat waves generated by the friction between the bullets and the air made the Falcon's back burn like fire. At this moment, he finally understood that the opponent was also a master of special operations, even no less than his own master.
The three shots that were fired at him from the beginning were not meant to hit him at all, but were a trap set for a special soldier like him. The three bullets seemed to have guessed his movement and evasion trajectory, no matter from The position, height, and even the time between the front and back have been set for the Falcon’s next evasion method, either being hit by one of the three bullets, or crossing the three through the only gap above. bullet.
Therefore, just because the enemy has set the way for him to avoid, it is destined that when the Falcon is in the air, there is no focus to change its trajectory and direction, and it will naturally become the enemy's target, if it is not the Falcon. After predicting the shooting position of the bullet through his keen sense of touch, he immediately shrank his body into a ball shape before evading the deadly shot.
At this moment, Falcon can only lie on the ground quietly, waiting patiently, waiting for the enemy's bullets to run out, otherwise, with only one leg, even if his tactile senses are keen, he can even know in advance the shooting position of the enemy's gunfire. , But his speed can't keep up, and he will still become the enemy's humanoid target.
As the saying goes, the room leaks during the night rain. Seeing that the covered fire has no effect, Mr. Hu suddenly stopped and said, "Don't waste any more bullets. We can't hit him."
Everyone immediately released the trigger they were holding fast and asked anxiously: "Counselor Hu, what shall we do then?"
Their voices were full of fear, because the enemy in front of them was a falcon that made special forces all over the world frightened. Whenever, he appeared behind him and cut him off with the blood-drinking saber. Perhaps only the constantly spitting tongue of fire can give them a short-term sense of security.
Listening to their trembling voices, Staff Hu knew that they were afraid, so he comforted: "Don't worry, he is injured, and he is hurt on his leg. He is not so easy to come over." A wicked smile appeared on his face, as if Has fully grasped the rhythm of this battle, maybe he overestimated the strength of the Falcon? He suppressed his excitement and said:
"Everyone, give me hand grenades, howitzers, 40 fires, all hit the ground. I don't need you to blow him up. I only want the light of the explosion to illuminate this battlefield." After that, Staff Hu grabbed his hands. The bolt of the sniper rifle was held up steadily, and he began to observe the movement of the whole position, even if it was a mouse, don't want to escape his eyes.
"Boom...Boom...Boom..."
After another series of artillery bombings, the Falcon still buried his body on the sand. It was really hard for him to imagine how these people carried so many ammunition back. Such an approach is totally inconsistent. The basic training requirements of a special warfighter are to know that the lighter the weight on the body during a rapid march, the more quickly and effectively the enemy can be solved. This kind of combat method of carrying ammunition depots running all over the ground can only be used in large-scale positions. This is only done in wartime.
But when I think about it, the Falcons admire the commander of this squad chasing them, because the real war is like a blank canvas. You never know what is drawn in the end. The battlefield is changing rapidly. People can be prepared to grasp any rhythm of war, because it is an art in itself, an eclectic and irregular art.
Falcon shook his head helplessly. For so many years, he has been working on how to win with less, surprisingly, but he was limited by his own thinking.
The flames of the explosion skyrocketed, and bursts of shock waves were like roaring tyrannosaurs, sweeping the entire desert, and the flying sand covered the Falcon’s body layer by layer, but he could only lie on his stomach quietly. , Can’t let the body move a bit, even if shrapnel plunges into his body, knowing that he can dodge it, but he can’t move a bit, otherwise, under the circumstances that the brightness of the artillery fire is no less than that of dusk, his body His subtle movements will immediately cause the sand on his body to float, so the enemy's bullets and precision bombing will greet him.
Perhaps compared with ***, the only advantage of Falcon is that the place where he is lurking is the desert. If the surrounding is with dry weeds, then the enemy can completely turn the surrounding area into ashes with a fire. If the Falcon is still not moving, Then his experience may be the second ***.
"Boom...Boom..."
Just when the Falcon’s Guild Ass was poor and could only rely on luck, hoping that the shells would not hit his head, his ears that had been battered by two roars suddenly heard two different explosions, which were clearly equipped with Dragon Infantry. The 82-2 grenade was exploded on the enemy’s position.
"How is this possible?" Falcon muttered to himself: "Aren't those two boys dead?" He even wondered if his ears were blown up by the sound of artillery fire, because the howitzer just hit Chisao accurately. On the top of his head, Jiang Minghao leaping over is tantamount to dying with Xiaosha, how could he be alive now.
At this moment, he heard the name that has always bored him:
"Master, come back quickly, I will cover you."
That's right, it was the chic voice. This kid was not dead. Could it be that Jiang Minghao rushed over and used his body to help him block the shrapnel? This is a life-for-life. If Jiang Minghao dies, it means that his mission has failed. Falcon clenched his fist and slammed the ground.
When his fist touched the ground, he knew his momentary emotions and had made a mistake. It was such a subtle movement that made his neck cool, and a trace of danger was transmitted to his brain. The falcon conditioned his reflex. 'S rolled aside.
"boom·······"
With the sound of a gunshot, a burst of sand splashed from his head where he was just lying on his stomach, and a deep bullet hole was immediately visible. If he didn't react fast enough, then it was his own head that was shot out of the bullet hole at this time. Now, the enemy is still a master of special sniper warfare.
"boom·······"
Another grenade exploded in the enemy's fortifications. Staff Hu and his five Spirit Wolf members once again buried their heads deeply. At this time, another grenade came from the sand dunes, which made Falcon excited too. the sound of.
"Hey, Lieutenant Colonel, you won't urinate anymore, can't you walk? Do you have to go down and carry you?"
This is a little master, and dare to talk to him like this, who else besides Jiang Minghao? It's a miracle, it won't blow them up like this. Falcon immediately came to his mind, and shouted toward the sand dune: "You are really the demon king of the world, you can't explode such a precise bomb."
"Nonsense, Lord Yan regrets allowing me to be reincarnated. How could the life of these second- and third-rate little ones be able to receive it?"
Jiang Minghao and Falcon yelled in the air. Are you going to pick up the enemies in the fortifications who dare not come up, and greet his parents and relatives by the way, so angry that these foreign mercenaries bite fiercely. Ya, can't wait to take Jiang Minghao this boy alive.
"Damn, it's so shameless, how can this kid be so bad that he can't beat others, why is this kid so bad? It's actually from the Long Country Artillery Academy?" A Spirit Wolf team member couldn't help complaining, even A team member really couldn't help the anger in his heart, and took the lead and cursed in eagle language:
"Fuck, fuckyou..."
"boom······"
Before he could completely utter a swear word, there was a bullet hole in his head. Before he could realize what was going on, the pupils in his eyes began to dilate, and the whole world slowly turned black.
That's right, he was shot headshot by Jiang Minghao. Although Jiang Minghao, who was lying on the sand dune, cursed wildly, his attention always hit the enemy's position, his eyes through the scope. Observing their every move, as long as there is a chance, he is like a tiger waiting for its prey, and he rushes out without hesitation. He cursing people is actually irritating them and making them lose their guard. It is best to curse with himself. What a risk.
"Stupid, bury your heads for Laozi." The staff officer on the side looked at the corpse whose temperature hadn't dissipated and cursed: "You are still soldiers, don't you have any endurance?"