Having fought for half a lifetime, Smith had never encountered such a strange battle.

Randy. Davis enlisted in the army at the age of nineteen, and he is forty-nine years old this year, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he has fought for half his life.

Drafted into SAS at the age of twenty-four, and then spent a long time in the SAS until he was discharged from the SAS at the age of forty-seven, Randy thought he had experienced the most brutal battle in the world.

In Randy's long service experience, he has not participated in several actual battles, and there are too few times that he can use SAS these years, so although he has not been a mercenary for a long time, he has experienced more battles than he has served in SAS for more than 20 years.

If it weren't for the fact that life after retirement was too difficult, if it weren't for the fact that he had adapted to life in the barracks, Randy, who was treated well after retirement, would definitely not accept the invitation of the Iron Lady to become a mercenary.

It wasn't until he joined the Iron Madonna that Randy found that he had finally found his way in life, killing, and he was fit for that.

When he first joined the Iron Lady, Randy looked down on the others, and he didn't think anyone could compare to him, until he found out that there were several people in the Iron Mother who were also from SAS, and Randy finally put away his pride, because he found that he was not as proud as he imagined.

But Randy still looks down on the other mercenaries, what is the Iron Madonna? It is the most powerful mercenary group that gathers the best people in this world, and in the battles that Randy has experienced with the Iron Lady, he has yet to meet any opponents worthy of his respect.

But now, Randy is terrified, angry, and frustrated.

Randy never imagined that one day, he would be crushed by a sniper.

That sniper, how the hell did he do it?

Watching the people around him die one by one, Randy really began to feel fear, he was not afraid of death, but he was afraid of dying in an unknown way.

Randy thought it was weird, because he really couldn't imagine how the guy who suddenly appeared, no matter what posture he fired a shot, could take a person's life with every blow.

Fear comes from the unknown.

For the first time in his life, Randy tastes fear.

"Find the ram! Kill him, and when he appears, concentrate your firepower on him, Fack! Kill him! Kill him and Satan will be over! ”

The rattlesnake roared again, and the chattering guy started talking nonsense again, who didn't want to kill that elusive ram, but how to kill the ram, that's the main sticking point.

The clock couldn't take it anymore, his breathing began to rapid, and from time to time he half-lifted himself from the ground to try to find the ram, and Randy was a little worried about his old partner.

A comrade-in-arms that Randy greatly respects, who is also from SAS, but who joined the Iron Madonna before him, is dead.

Smith is a sniper, and when he was still in an armored car, he was shot through the left eye, and Randy felt that he should have realized something.

"Randy! We've got to do something! We're going to be beaten to death like turkeys when we're lying here like this, we're outnumbered, and there's only one damn ram! He's not God! I can kill him with just one shot! Brother, let's take a risk, I can kill him, I'm confident! ”

The clock said a few words impatiently on the walkie-talkie, and after thinking for a moment, Randy thought that maybe it was time to fight to the death, and it felt too bad to lie on the ground like a mouse and be beaten to death one by one.

Randy took a deep breath and whispered, "I trust the clock, I'm willing to be a bait, who wants to be with me." ”

This is the practice of sending them to death, if they are facing someone else, Randy will not ask for advice, he only needs to shout, and naturally someone will be willing to stand up and shoot at a sniper who has killed many of their comrades, but now it is different, now the opponent is a person known as the god of guns.

"Two people are not enough! Two people can't! Who voluntarily exposes themselves? Answer me! ”

Rattlesnake shouted again.

Randy smiled bitterly, finally, the rattlesnake that had always been extremely proud was also realistic.

Randy knew that the rattlesnake was shot by the other party's man called the ram, and then rested for a long time, although he was disgusted by the rattlesnake's chattering mouth, but Randy still recognized the rattlesnake's ability, he had combat effectiveness, and the command was good, knowing that the desert combat detachment led by the rattlesnake killed several people, and the rattlesnake was also shot by a mercenary called the ram, Randy was still a little surprised.

Randy disdains this kind of thing, there are sharpshooters in this world, and the god of guns comes from.

But now, Randy begins to think that maybe there is really a gun god in this world, that ram, he is just a person, but with a gun in hand, he becomes a god.

"I'm here to lure the enemy!"

"I also volunteered, and now there are four of them."

It was the two Swedes who spoke, and Randy couldn't help but glance in their direction, as if the two Swedes had joined the Iron Madonna to seek revenge on the Satanic mercenary group.

The satanic mercenary group, the damned name given to this damned blasphemer, these bastards turned out to be in the name of Satan.

Randy couldn't help but be even more angry, but he quickly had a thought, those guys of Satan are really some devils, especially their regiment leader Ram, the guy called the Spear God, he is really too much like the devil, maybe that ram is the embodiment of Satan.

"Merciful Lord, thou art watching me from heaven, do not leave me a place for Satan, that I may not be tempted by Satan, that I may not be threatened by Satan, Lord Almighty, save me, help your people overcome Satan, please shine your light with me......"

"Countdown! 3.2.1, on! ”

"Amen!"

Hearing the countdown of the clock, Randy, who was praying, ended his unfinished prayer and jumped to his feet with an amen as a closing remark.

Standing up straight, Randy spotted four targets, but he didn't know that they were the elusive rams.

Randy fired as fast as he could, and when he stood up, one of them happened to stand up, keeping his body in a forward tilting position.

Randy fires a long shot, but the moment he shoots, he finds that the jumper has also fired, shooting while moving as his body reaches its highest point.

It was a ram, and Randy was sure he was shooting at it, and he felt like he had hit the ram.

Randy stood still, trying to refill the machine gun at the ram that had already fallen to the ground, the other party was wearing heavy body armor, and if the hit was in a protected position, he might not be able to kill the opponent.

Randy wanted to shoot, but he felt a pain in his leg and seemed to have received a punch in his lower abdomen, but he involuntarily collapsed.

Although he was shot, Randy was overjoyed and yelled, "I hit him, I hit the ram!" I've been shot, shoot the ram quickly! Clock, I hit him, you ......"

Randy stopped shouting, then looked at the clock in a daze.

The clock lay on the ground, lying in a very strange position, his head folded at a ninety degree angle, for he had been hit in the neck, and the bullet had shattered his throat bone, leaving only the flesh on both sides of his neck.

"Heavy man! Heavy! Suppress the fire and take out the ram! ”

Randy doesn't hear machine gun fire, so he yells impatiently.

After roaring, Randy reached out and wiped a handful from his eyes, then whispered, "Farewell, my partner, merciful Lord, please forgive his sins and lead him into heaven, Amen." ”

Turning his head to look at the clock again, Randy gritted his teeth and adjusted his posture, aiming the muzzle of the gun in the direction he had just jumped up and shooting, and then muttered to himself: "Gun God, is it really a gun god, in that state, you can still hit the neck of the clock, you are worthy of a gun god." ”

At a distance of more than 200 meters, Randy was equally confident in his shot, and he was sure that he had hit the ram, even if the ram was really a spear god, he would have to die after being shot.

Randy was going to get up, he was going to fight.

But when he got up, he saw that several people were already on their feet, but they were all falling.

There were sounds of large-caliber sniper rifles, there were machine guns, there were sounds of assault rifles, but it was all the enemy's, and they paid too much for killing that ram.

The Rattlesnake falls, and Randy sees that both of the Rattlesnake's legs are broken in unison, and the bullet hits his thigh from the side, and after completely breaking one leg, the bullet turns the other leg into a mist of blood, which is the bullet of a large-caliber sniper rifle.

"Reinforcements will arrive soon, they will arrive immediately, hold on, don't take the initiative to expose, they will die soon!"

The rattlesnake roared in pain, he was dying, blood loss would kill him, but he was still doing his duty as a commander.

Randy decides to forgive him for the rattlesnake's appearance, although he has always been annoyed by this commander who likes to talk nonsense, but seeing that he is about to die, it is better to forgive him.

Randy didn't know where he got the strength and suddenly stood up from the ground.

Randy disobeyed an order for the first time in his life, either in SAS or in the Iron Madonna, as a soldier, he disobeyed an order.

Even if he died, Randy had to see if the ram was dead, and even if he did, he didn't want to be saved by the rebels who made him despise to the bone.

There was no one in the direction of the shot he had just shot, but Randy noticed that two people were huddled around a man who had fallen to the ground, and the man lying on the ground was not far from where the ram had just shot, which meant that he had indeed hit the ram.

Randy's overjoyed eyes his gun on the enemy again, but just then, he heard what appeared to be footsteps behind him.

Randy should have shot, but he couldn't contain his urge to turn around, and then he saw a man with a hideous face swing the butt of his rifle fiercely.

Hearing the cracking sound of the throat bone, Randy, who flew backwards with his body, only had time to flash a thought in his heart, and sure enough, he paid too much price for beating that ram, and was actually copied back by the Satanists, those damned rebels, those idiot rebels...... R1152