Chapter 1190: Phantom Killer

Maimaiti followed behind a B-step chariot, his hand holding the gun was shaking all the time. There is empty soil under your feet, and you can bury your ankles if you step on it. All kinds of scattered clods make it difficult to move, and it is even more difficult to muster up the courage to continue fighting.

When responding to the call for jihad, Maimaiti was still very passionate. He and hundreds of companions smuggled into Syria to receive training from ISIS, and even took control of a town in northern Syria as a base.

Originally, the situation on the battlefield was very good, and everyone thought that an earthly heaven of Allah could really be established. But waiting for Russian manpower to support the Assad regime, everything will change. Compared with a real superpower, ISIS is not worth mentioning at all.

The successive defeats have weakened the once brutal ISIS, and the Nusra Front, which was originally its vassal, also established itself. The rootless Maimaiti group was driven as slaves.

The corpses lying on the ground were all Maimaiti's companions. These people were forced to the front line and were killed by several landmines.

Maimaiti was the second batch of cannon fodder to be driven up. Before coming up, Aidid said, "I will take good care of your wives, your sons will inherit the cause of jihad, and your daughters will be married by us. .Go, seventy-two raisins are waiting for you."

Hearing this, Maimaiti really wanted to cry. In the past, when fighting with the wind, the enemy often fled before the fight, and the battle was very rewarding. But today, encountering hard stubble that can't be chewed makes people feel that death is worthless. But he couldn't do it if he didn't go up, and he would be executed by the supervising team immediately.

"Maimati, follow up. The gun is aimed at your front left, that's where you need to pay attention." Behind Maimaiti is a strong man in military uniform with a turban. Compared with others, he looks well-trained . He personally commanded a team of about ten people, and slowly followed the tanks to keep pace.

At present, the Nusra Front has surrounded a block more than 200 meters long, and they are sure that the target they are looking for is in this area. Now it is necessary to squeeze the enemy's room for movement, and sooner or later the opponent will be found.

All the civilians who escaped from this block were shot and killed, no matter men, women, old or young were spared. The tanks directly crushed the houses, and the people hiding inside had nowhere to hide, and any suspicious places were bombarded. It was really walls falling down and houses collapsing, smashing everywhere.

This kind of ruthless killing made Maimaiti a little bit more courageous. He looked back at the turbaned man who commanded him, and felt that having the support of the Americans on his side should be considered an advantage. But the moment he turned his head, he suddenly saw a beam of light appear out of thin air on the dusty street.

The light beam directly penetrated the forehead of the turbaned man, and the commander fell down without any warning.

Maimaiti felt his heart tighten, and looked back along the beam, and suddenly found that the beam came from the turret of the T72, God! How could it run out of the turret?

"Toke!" Shelton, who was 20 meters behind, was furious, and the subordinate he sent to the front to take charge of the command was easily killed. And the target appeared on the tank that was advancing all the time, which was unexpected!

The same question arises from the US military base in Turkey and the situation observation room of the White House. The satellites in the sky sent back the pictures taken by the Reaper drone. No one expected that the target to be killed in this operation was so bold, and he was so close at hand, it could be said that he was right under the nose.

The explanation given by the analysts is: the opponent should take advantage of the heavy smoke and dust on the battlefield to approach actively, and the dark environment is especially beneficial for stealth.

But this explanation works!

"Kill him!" President Twitter yelled at the big screen.

"Get rid of him!" Fidel in the headquarters also yelled.

Sheldon on the front line was even more angry. He shouted that the target was on the tank, and the rifle in his hand shot at it.

But before everyone at the scene could react, Zhou Qingfeng, who was standing on the t72 turret, moved suddenly. He has always been the strongest in speed and agility, and his murderous aura and the strengthening of the mechanical exoskeleton make him as fast as a cloud of smoke.

Zhou Qingfeng has been paying attention to the turret of the enemy tank for a long time. The digital helmet marks the infantry behind the tank one by one, calculates the best attack route, and finds out the commander. All he has to do now is execute this killing route.

Moved, Zhou Qingfeng moved. When the enemy's muzzle was about to be aimed, when stray bullets were flying randomly, when the enemy burst into anger, he did not stay in place and shoot. He moved quickly and used the most primitive method to kill the enemy.

With a sword in his left hand and a gun in his right hand, shooting from a long distance and stabbing close to him, speed is Zhou Qingfeng's best weapon, and agility is his best defense. He can always easily avoid the muzzle of the enemy, sow death and slaughter with bullets and blades, bloody all the way.

Twenty meters away, Sheldon moved the muzzle of the gun quickly, and the hk416 in his hand was beating briskly, but he was always one step slower. The opponent is too fast, really too fast, as fast as a phantom shuttle back and forth on the battlefield, no one can keep up with its rhythm, no one can predict its direction.

"Charlie!" Sheldon exclaimed again. He had fired three shots several times in a row, and he couldn't touch the corner of his opponent's clothes when a magazine was empty. The bullets always seemed to avoid the target's body, and he just watched his second companion being smashed into the chest by the enemy.

This bastard, how did he do it?

Sheldon is going crazy!

This erratic and extremely swift shadow can always find an angle to evade the attack, and if he really can't dodge it, he sticks close to the body of a soldier on the battlefield. He used the soldier's body as a shield to continue his back and forth punches.

The SEAL named Charlie almost emptied the HK416 magazine, he immediately dropped the rifle, pulled out the p226 on his thigh and shot at close range.

Obviously the muzzle of the gun was facing the front, obviously aiming at the target, obviously pulling the trigger, the bullets were already flying out, but the enemy's blade was the first to pass by Charlie's throat.

Everything seems to be slow and fast, as smooth as flowing clouds and flowing water. Zhou Qingfeng's blade brought out a string of blood beads, and he also threw away the empty magazine of the Yalijin pistol, and snatched away the enemy's p226.

The entire operation lasted only seven or eight seconds, and none of the dozen or so people following the Nusra Front tank detachment survived. Sheldon emptied two magazines and missed a single hair of the enemy. When he saw that there was no one else near the tank, he had to hide behind a wall after dragging behind.

Shocked, panting, flustered.

Sheldon felt more difficult than ever. He changed the magazine, reassessed the opponent, and heard the sound of the tank in front turning the turret, and the b-step tank was also turning its head to find the target. He thought to himself: Which guy can't even kill the tank easily?

But when Sheldon was thinking of attacking with the tank and the infantry fighting vehicle together, the crew of the t72 tank was also quickly turning the turret to find the target. Under the treads of the tank, Maimaiti clutched his throat, trying to suppress the blood pouring out of Bobo.

But all this will be in vain. What Maimaiti saw before his death was the only invisible killer still standing on this small battlefield. He is the real master!

Zhou Qingfeng's close-range kills were bound to be stained with blood splatters, and the optical camouflage was trying to adapt to these redundant things. And before he became invisible again, the thick muzzle was already pointing at his back.

"Fire!" The tank commander shouted loudly behind the periscope of the turret at a very close distance.

"Fire!" The gunner was about to step on the firing pedal.

"Fire!" The driver of the tank also saw the enemy directly ahead.

And the infrasonic cannon on Zhou Qingfeng's back popped out in an instant, silently converting the huge electric energy into oscillating sound waves.

The muzzle stopped, and there was no more movement.

Within fifty meters, invincible!