The only remaining armored vehicles of the US army turned into pieces of scrap metal and flew everywhere.

The shell landed accurately, perhaps budgeted, and exploded right in the densest area of the American army.

The lieutenant colonel turned into charred roast.

In this alone, nearly forty people were killed and wounded!

The soldiers of the assault platoon looked at each other as if in a dream.

Could it be that the infantry company of the American army missed?

It is impossible, modern weapons are all self-guided, and even if there is magnetic field interference in the desert, the error cannot be so outrageous.

Qiao Zheng's lifeless eyes gradually became more bright, his eyes were moistened with excitement, he took a deep breath, Qiao Zheng looked at the people in the assault platoon with a wild smile: "Reinforcements, reinforcements, we are not abandoned!"

Everyone was in disbelief and ecstasy.

In front of them, most of the strength of this American army has been consumed, and the commander, Lieutenant Colonel, has died in battle, as long as one more platoon comes, it can swallow them!

Luck came in such a hurry that Joe didn't know what to do, but he quickly reacted and immediately took out the radio and set the channel at 1.

This is the Sahara theater of operations, the public channel of the Chinese military, which can get in touch with any army within the range of the radio waves.

Qiao Zheng asked anxiously: "This is the 7th Assault Platoon of the 75th Regiment, may I ask which friendly army is and how many people are there?"

"My assault platoon can desperately contain and retain the US troops!"

As long as the reinforcement team is more than 50 people, Qiao Zheng is 200% sure that the US company will be wiped out!

After a few breaths, a voice came over the intercom.

The other party didn't seem to be very skilled, and the official soldiers should answer and answer immediately, which made Qiao Zheng have a bad premonition in his heart.

It can't be a ragtag army formed on the fly.

"Here are 19 teams. ”

Qiao Zheng was stunned, he racked his brains and couldn't think of the origin of this team, could it be the trump card of a certain regiment?

In China, the number of members of the general 'team' is not large, often less than 10 people.

Qiao Zheng's heart couldn't help but sink, this number of people couldn't stop the U.S. troops at all, the strength of the assault platoon went to ninety percent, and the rest of the people were weak, and they could still stand by will.

"Platoon Commander Qiao, please retire later, the remnants of the American army will be annihilated by the 19th squad. ”

Just as Qiao was contemplating and thinking, a voice sounded in his ears.

He looked at the walkie-talkie suspiciously, and the voice just now seemed to sound directly in his ears, not from the walkie-talkie.

"Platoon commander, look over there!" a soldier jumped uneasily.

U.S. military-style armored vehicles are rumbling from the rear.

Qiao Zheng couldn't help but feel his heart beating wildly, what was going on, why was it a team of American troops who came to reinforce it?

On the other side, the U.S. company, which was fleeing, also stopped in confusion.

One of the GIs was frantically holding a walkie-talkie and yelling, as if trying to contact the armored vehicle.

All eyes were on the armored car.

Then, they found a very strange scene.

There seemed to be a figure in front of the armored car, and he ran far faster than the cheetah, and in just a few seconds, the armored car with the accelerator full open was nearly two hundred meters away.

Like a bullet that comes out of its disembowelment.

Looking at that terrifying speed, Qiao Zheng's scalp was numb, he was sure that it was a person's shadow! Cultivation was at least the peak of a martial arts master, and maybe even a grandmaster!

What was even more disturbing was the rapid approach of the shadow towards the assault platoon.

Joe was having trouble determining whether the other party was friend or foe, because the assault platoon was right in front of the American troops, and no matter which side the speeding figure wanted to attack, he would rush along this straight line.

Joe Zheng found himself a little nervous, his palms soaked with sweat.

Sou!

The shadows passed by, and the soldiers of the assault platoon all stayed in place, they only felt a gust of wind blowing, and they didn't see the shadows clearly.

"Platoon commander, what's wrong with you?"

A soldier looked at Qiao Zheng puzzled, only to see Qiao Zheng's expression changing sharply, shocked, confused, excited...

Finally, he turned his head with great joy and said in a voice that he couldn't even believe, "It's Team 19!"

The soldier was stunned, and then seemed to remember something, and his face changed wildly: "Cannon fodder battalion?"

The expressions of the crowd were glazed.

A strange thought arose in their hearts, could it be that the armored car that drove over was the trophy captured by the cannon fodder battalion?

Thinking of this, Qiao Zheng couldn't help but shudder, and horror appeared in his eyes.

The U.S. infantry company in the rear didn't show up, could it be because it was wiped out?

Qiao Zheng shook his head vigorously and told himself that this was simply unrealistic, the infantry company had guns and artillery, and it was simply difficult for a team of five people to attack the fortifications.

He turned to look ahead, and the shadow had rushed to the American camp.

Rampage like a tyrannosaurus rex, screams constantly ringing out of the throats of American soldiers.

The heavily armed soldiers, who had no ability to resist in the face of the figures, could not even see their enemies, and their heads had fallen off.

Qiao Zheng looked at this scene in amazement, and there was only a wry smile on his face. He had to believe that the 19 squad annihilated the infantry company.

Seeing the enemies fall in the desert one by one, Qiao Zheng's mood was indescribably complicated. Ninety percent of the people in the assault platoon have no way to take this American army, but Lin Nan of the 19th squad only needs one person to wipe out all the other party, and the bullets can't even wipe the corners of his clothes.

"Is this still human?" said one of the soldiers, sneeringly.

The rest of the assault platoon was also in awe.

Lin Nan, who wantonly killed in the scene, was undoubtedly a thousand! The entire infantry company of the US army was fleeing!

Everyone was shocked.

They had long heard that martial artists could play a role in turning the tide of battle, but it was the first time they had seen it with their own eyes, and martial artists, especially grandmasters, could be called battlefield killers!

Lin Nan, who rushed into the camp of the US army, was like a rampage Hulk, no soldier could withstand his attack, and if he touched it, someone would fly out upside down like a sack, and when he landed, his bones were shattered, and he couldn't die anymore.

Twenty seconds later, the desert fell silent.

The sound of artillery fire, shouts of killing, screams, all disappeared.

Lin Nan stood in the desert, glancing at the corpses scattered all over his feet, he threw away the bloodstained knife with an expressionless face, and slowly walked towards the assault platoon.

The crowd lost their minds.

Xu Hong on the off-road vehicle couldn't bear to look around.

It's tragic.

When the assault platoon came, it was violent, and it looked like it was bound to win, but now there were less than ten people left, and they were all wounded.

There was no joy on their faces for the aftermath of the catastrophe, and when all the American troops fell, their expressions of sadness and confusion were the same as those of squirrels who have lost all their nuts.

Some people stood in the desert in a daze, looking at the corpses all over the ground, helpless.