At this time, Abdullah noticed that not far away, Msrafa was lying on the ground injured, his head was on the hollow on the side of the mountain road, and his left calf was completely soaked with blood, apparently hit by shrapnel.

Abdullah hurriedly summoned a few men to heal Misrafa, preparing for him to be carried back to the Holy Land.

"Bang bang bang", three bursts of point fire sounded, and the militants surrounding Msrafa fell three people, all of whom were shot in the head.

Frightened, several other people lay down on the spot and did not dare to move again. However, Msrafa's leg wound was bleeding incessantly, and if it was delayed for a long time, he might bleed too much to be treated.

At the shouts of Msrafa, two militants crawled forward and crawled towards him, ready to bandage Msrafa's wounds first.

Abdullah observed, most of the sniper's men who outflanked him were crawling forward at this time, and the few who tried to jump up quickly to the next cover were all killed by the sniper halfway through.

The eight enemies on the other side were stopped by their own men, and the two sides continued to shoot at each other, but the opponent's marksmanship was obviously much stronger than his own, and seven or eight of his own men fell, but none of the opponents died.

Although the number of opponents is far less than their own, their combat effectiveness far exceeds that of their own, and now they are being attacked from both sides, and this battle is not easy to fight.

Abdullah retreated, and he gestured to one of his nearest men, telling him to lead a group of men to attack the sniper again and attract his attention.

After beckoning the few people beside Msrafa to evacuate quickly, Abdullah himself had already crawled towards the hollow next to the road, which should not be able to be shot by snipers, just used to run.

Although Tang Chuan did not see Abdullah fleeing, he saw that the people around Msrafa wanted to drag Msrafa away.

"You have one, and I'll kill one. I want to save Msrafa, I'll let him shed his last drop of blood!"

Masrafa's head was facing the hollow beside the road, and when he looked at Tang Chuan's position, he could only see his legs and a right hand, and he couldn't shoot Masrafa's vital point, but he could see his hands and feet!

After a series of three shots, Misrafa fainted in pain, one in both legs and one in his right hand, and his right thigh may have hit an artery, and blood gushed out.

When the man lying in the hollow beside Msrafa saw this, he couldn't help but tremble, and for a moment he didn't dare to show his head to drag Msrafa.

At this time, a wave of militants roared and charged at Tang Chuan again, and Tang Chuan didn't care about Masrafa, and began to shoot at this wave of people.

Bang bang bang, bang......

None of the more than 20 militants rushed to within 50 meters of Tangchuan, and all of them were shot and killed, while the remaining few were so frightened that they lay on their stomachs and pretended to be dead, never daring to move again.

In such a short period of time, Tang Chuan noticed that Msrafa seemed to be dragged again, and his upper body was no longer visible at all, but there was a large pool of blood left there.

"No, we must not let Msrafa be rescued, we must find a way to kill him. ”

Thinking so, Tang Chuan aimed in the direction of Masrafa again, and then pulled the trigger.

This time, however, he used his mind to wrap his mind, imagining the bullet coming out of the chamber, and just as he was about to reach Masrafa, he struck Misrafa in the heart.

I saw that Masrafa's body suddenly jumped after the gunshot, and then was finally dragged into the hollow.

The militants who had originally confronted the mountain personnel seemed to have begun to retreat towards the other end of the road at this time under the charge of the mountain personnel.

Tang Chuan immediately moved along the direction of the road from this side of the hill, chased about 200 meters, and saw a group of people running fast in the distance on the opposite side of the road.

Looking at the distance, it was about 700 meters away, and it suddenly occurred to me that in this wilderness, the AK47 bullet in my hand should be able to fly 800 meters or even farther.

If you add your own mental power, you might be able to hit Abdullah.

Thinking so, Tang Chuan immediately stood still, set the ruler of the AK47, and then fired after aiming.

Tang Chuan's mind wrapped around the bullet, staring closely at Abdullah running in the distance, imagining the bullet hitting the other party's heart.

Because of the long distance, Tang Chuan aimed at Abdullah's back.

I saw that Abdullah, who was running, suddenly stunted, and then fell to the ground violently, and the surrounding subordinates quickly stopped to check, and then they all screamed.

These people actually stopped running, and suddenly turned back, and the guns in their hands kept firing at Tang Chuan.

Wow, this is a sudden berserk?!

It seems that wrapping the bullet with your mind is really against the sky, and this distance really killed Abdullah with AK47?

Tang Chuan didn't think much about it, changed the magazine, found a cover, and the gun in his hand began a symphony of point fire again, in which the charging militants kept falling.

At this time, the militants who had been fighting against the eight people rushing down from the mountain would also come over, and together with these militants, they launched a fierce attack on Tang Chuan, and the furious momentum seemed to be determined to kill this terrifying sniper.

So far in the battle, at least sixty or seventy remnant souls have entered the body, Tang Chuan's soul has grown greatly again, his mental power has also been greatly improved, and the perception range has expanded from 70 meters to 100 meters again.

As a result, the furious militants were clearly perceived by him within 100 meters of entering Tangchuan, and shot them in an instant.

When more than 30 militants died, the remaining militants finally sanity prevailed over emotion, turned around and ran away in fright.

"If you want to mourn the soldiers and win, no way!" Tang Chuan sneered.

After observing for a while, it was confirmed that the militants had really fled along the mountain road without a trace, and at this time it was found that the eight people who came down from the mountain had begun to clean up the battlefield over there.

Tang Chuan was anxious to see if Masrafa was dead, so he got up and ran back.

When the eight saw Tang Chuan coming down the hillside across the road, they knew that this was the key figure who had turned the whole battle around, the sniper.

However, when Tang Chuan walked in, the eyes of the eight people all widened, revealing expressions of disbelief, "Brother, you just shot these people with an AK47?" a strong man who seemed to be the leader asked in English.

Tang Chuan had already seen the mark on their uniforms clearly at this time, it was actually a special force from Falanxi, and it was estimated that it should be a desert special combat team under COS.

It is said that there are special forces of the five major countries on the battlefield of the ruins, and now they have really met the special forces of Faransi, and it seems that the legend is true. Coupled with the fact that Msrafa attacked the Faransi nuclear power plant, it is normal for the Francosi special forces to chase here.

Tang Chuan nodded calmly and said, "Yes, I'm not a soldier, so I can only pick up a handful of militants' AKs for use." ”

Tang Chuan said this sentence in French, and the eight Franco-Western special forces suddenly showed strange expressions on their faces.

Who doesn't know that the accuracy of AK is poor, this guy can pick up AK casually, and he doesn't understand the ballistic characteristics, he can play such a super sniper record, and let people not live?