Chapter 1199: Fierce

The mobility of the T-72 is good. The diesel engine with more than 700 horsepower gives the car body surging power, allowing it to circle the desert and push layers of sand waves, as flexible and fast as roller skating.

It is simply a violent beauty for a tank of more than forty tons to do this kind of juggling. The heavy machine gun on its turret sprayed bullets wildly, like a raging monster calling for justice. The Nusra soldiers who couldn't escape in time were drawn under the car body, and the squeezed flesh and blood lubricated every link of the track.

With the desolate desert as the background, the flame of the machine gun, the impact of the armor, and the roar of the engine, combined together is a shock that hits the soul directly.

Ordinary people living in peace and happiness expect this kind of pleasure from their bones and blood, and now they see scenes that only exist in dreams on TV screens.

Countless people are yelling, countless people are screaming, and countless people are excited! Whether it is at home, in a bar, or on the commercial street, wherever there is a TV screen, there will be all kinds of shocked people.

And just when the audience's excitement was ignited, click..., CNN cut off the signal. Because the scene was too bloody and violent, countless people's anger was immediately detonated.

Even the Americans are cursing the CNN hostesses who appear on the screen, and no one cares about the big breasts that have attracted them in the past.

Thrill-seeking young people are eager to see the bloody scene just now. While they are scared to death, they smoke marijuana and feel the pain in the trembling.

Unintentionally, Zhou Qingfeng appeared in public with an image of being unbeatable. Whether he likes him or hates him, he conquers the hearts of countless people in an instant.

Although he didn't reveal his identity, Zhou Qingfeng's image was fixed in countless people's minds - wearing a hideous skull helmet, half of his body leaning out of the turret and holding a heavy machine gun tightly, fearless in the bloody storm.

A few hours ago, Fidel, the senior CIA intelligence director responsible for killing Zhou Qingfeng, had just finished his mission and fell asleep peacefully. But when he was sleeping soundly, he was awakened by a violent knock on the door. His intelligence assistant shouted heartbreakingly at the door: "Mr. Fidel, there is an emergency."

Fidel hurriedly got up, dressed, and opened the door, only to see his intelligence assistant holding a tablet in his hand, on which a video of a tank raging on infantry was playing. At first he thought it was some Hollywood blockbuster, but when he saw the man on the tank turret...

He vomits blood, is this guy still alive? How vengeful is he? A few hours after being hit by the 'Tomahawk', he ran out to take revenge again, and he still drove a tank!

"Go to the command room and call everyone back. Contact the vulture team on the front line, I want to know the specific situation." Fidel was sweating coldly on his forehead, and he ran out grabbing a coat, already feeling that things were going wrong in his heart. The worst side develops, completely out of control.

Fidel would scold him if he could. He could imagine how furious his boss would be when he learned of the situation, and thinking about it, it seemed that even the President was paying attention to this matter—hiss..., it seems that the President even tweeted. How can this face be regained? !

Anyone who has played the game knows that a powerful enemy boss is not scary. What's scary is the kind of boss who can't be killed all the time, but gets stronger and stronger as he fights.

Every time the BOSS appears with a new face, the former effective trick becomes ineffective later, as if the fight is endless. This will give people great psychological pressure.

Fidel was under that pressure now, and Lieutenant Shelton was under just as much. The "Seal Platoon" he led was still in charge of the aftermath in Palmyra, but they found four or five pieces of optical camouflage. When expecting more to gain, who knows....

Fidel received a communication call, "Vulture One, the target is not dead, he is still alive."

What? !

I have never seen the body of the target of this mission,

This made Lieutenant Sheldon feel uneasy all the time, who would have thought that the uneasiness had become a reality now. He asked about the situation and knew that it was urgent, so he quickly led the team to jump into the armed pickup truck and headed towards the shooting scene where Aidid's accident happened.

"'Javelin', 'Javelin', give me 'Javelin'."

The armed pickup truck was speeding fast, and Lieutenant Shelton standing on the roof shouted to his subordinates. The heaviest weapon they carried on this mission was the 'Javelin' anti-tank missile. There used to be a "Hellfire" with a "Reaper" drone, but now the "Reaper" can't come, so it can only rely on the "Javelin".

Assemble the launch tube and aiming control device of the 'Javelin', activate the thermal imaging camera on the 'Javelin', and lie within the range of Lieutenant Sheldon's attack within two thousand meters.

Lieutenant Shelton glanced at the individual computer on his arm, and after using GPS to determine his position, he silently estimated the area and time where he might meet the enemy.

Thinking that the mission target no longer had the stealthy optical camouflage, and was driving an extremely conspicuous tank, he finally had a little more confidence in carrying the 'Javelin'.

Coming out of the ruins of the city in the dark, three armed pickups divided into a fan and searched forward. There were only four of the original six-member "Seal Platoon" left, and they were barely able to fight.

"Pay attention to the sand dunes on the left, there is the sound of a tank engine about 300 meters away!" A 'seal' radio shouted from the pickup on the left.

The desert terrain is so nasty, the seemingly flat ground is actually uneven. A sand dune two or three meters high cut off Lieutenant Sheldon's sight. He just aimed the Javelin missile at his hand and wanted to order one of his men to go forward to investigate. A heavy tank appeared over the dune. .

"Damn it!" Lieutenant Shelton cursed. Just because of a sand dune, the combat distance between the two sides has been shortened from a few thousand meters to a few hundred meters. In the face of a tank, apart from his 'javelin', the weapons in the hands of teammates can't hurt the opponent at all.

In a sudden encounter, whoever has the armor has the advantage. The T-72 is the one with the advantage. Lieutenant Sheldon had to calm down to operate the missile, there was no way to attack immediately.

The fire control system of the 'Javelin' began to identify the target. After locking, the seeker head cooled down, and the fire control director made a short beep sound. If the distance is too close, select direct mode. The missile was ejected from the launch tube with a bang, and the rocket motor ignited...!

Lieutenant Sheldon completed this series of actions with unprecedented speed, but he still felt that it was not fast enough. Because the soaring T-72 hit the ground heavily, making a loud noise and at the same time the heavy machine gun on its turret fired.

The armed pick-up truck that gave the warning bears the brunt, and the 'seal' team member driving it becomes useless even if his combat skills are superb. With no way to retreat, he could only rush up to attract the attention of the tank, hoping to give Lieutenant Sheldon behind him a few seconds to lock on to the target.

In just a few seconds, the unarmored armed pickup was smashed to pieces by more than a dozen rounds of large-caliber machine guns, almost disintegrating. The sacrifice of his comrades made Lieutenant Sheldon almost cry.

Zhou Qingfeng on the turret was murderous at the moment, with a murderous appearance, he happily finished a bullet box, and the depression of being bombarded by the 'Tomahawk' eased a little. When he was about to reload the ammunition, a bright spot in the distance suddenly rose into the sky and flew towards him quickly.

The millimeter-wave radar on the skull helmet quickly determines the target, and the laser on the back shoulder pops up and emits a powerful laser silently. The light path in the smoke and dust was clearly visible, and the incoming missile was actively detonated tens of meters away.

The exploding fireworks illuminated the night sky, and the air waves radiated boundless heat. The flying fragments made Zhou Qingfeng have to bow his head and retract into the turret. And amidst the deafening noise, he seemed to hear a shrill and unwilling cry in the wind.

Zhou Qingfeng, who was eager to kill, suddenly laughed and said: "Hahaha...! Yankee, you still want to kill me now? It's not that easy!"