Chapter 245: My Prey Is You (Part II)

Communication mainly depends on roaring, what can be done, excessive tension made them at first able to lower their voices and call the names of their partners, but after a few sounds there was no movement, the original whirring fan sound also disappeared, the other four people could not bear it, three of them stood up directly from the bushes, shouted loudly, and straightened over to the hiding place of their companions.

Of course, these three people were defeated by An Feng without any suspense.

The most cunning of the six was probably the leader of their group, who had been hiding in the bushes and had not appeared, and when he heard the sound of his companion's corpse falling, he understood the situation, so without saying a word, he quietly withdrew from the bushes with his gun in his hand, turned around and prepared to retreat alone—and then, he felt a slightly hot iron pipe on his forehead.

The leader of the group was very clever, he vaguely guessed what was on top of his head, he did not move, he only rolled his eyes to observe the hand holding the gun, and he saw that the hand holding the gun seemed to be the hand of a yellow man. The team leader coughed and stammered in Arabic: "Hey, I'm a hunter in the mountains, yes, I'm a hunter in the village of Akaali, I'm here to hunt in the mountains......"

The muzzle of the gun slightly left the other party's forehead, the team leader's shoulders relaxed slightly, and he heard someone on the side ask in a mocking tone: "So, what prey did you shoot today?" ”

Speaks in a young voice, with standard Arabic pronunciation, but seems to ...... It's kind of like the sound coming out of a loudspeaker. The group leader touched his finger towards the trigger, he swallowed his saliva, opened his mouth to answer the other party's question, and suddenly, his consciousness was in a trance, and he felt his head hit by a huge hammer......

An Feng's muzzle was five centimeters away from the opponent's temple, he gently pulled the trigger, and after the bullet drilled into the opponent's temple, he quickly raised the muzzle of the gun, and his body dodged to prevent the opponent's blood from splashing to fly to himself. Then he got out of the grass, and at this time the other party's body was falling limply, An Feng crooked his mouth at the other party's corpse, and added: "My prey today is you people." ”

Back in the grass where the individual aircraft was hidden, An Feng checked the flying machine that looked like a legless high-backed chair again, this thing can still fly for about half an hour, after An Feng started the individual aircraft, he flew in a straight line in the direction of Zakaev, during which when the aircraft brushed the mountain beam, two gunmen emerged from the other side of the mountain beam, this is the two-person group scattered by Zakayev, An Feng looked at each other on the individual aircraft, and flew over the other party silently, the other party was in a daze, Only then did he raise his gun and shoot at An Feng fiercely - but at this time, both sides were out of each other's range, and the other party's shooting had no effect on An Feng.

After that, submachine guns often sounded inexplicably in the valley, which was the news that the scattered groups got the news of the approaching aircraft, trying to attract An Feng's tracking with their own guns, but these techniques were only useful to ordinary people, An Feng still flew in the air in a straight line, until the energy of the aircraft was exhausted, he used the last power to taxi and land on the hillside, and then untied the individual aircraft, placed a time bomb in the energy compartment of the aircraft, and then checked the weapons and ammunition on his body, Resolutely chased in the direction of Zakaev's escape.

The herdsmen still had radio communication devices, and after receiving warnings from their partners, Zakhaev did not disperse his team members again, and at this time there were eleven people around him, together with himself a total of twelve guns, and they escaped without food or water, so after running for more than ten miles, the group went down to the valley, found a small river, filled a stomach with water, and filled the marching kettle...... An Feng had already arrived at the mountain beam where the river was

Twenty-five meters away from the river beach, there were two sentries squatting in the grass, and the group of running people were squatting in place and panting rapidly, and the smell of their sweat was faintly wafting in the wind, which was very strong, with a strong smell of mutton.

An Feng was also full of sweat, he calmed his breathing, took out the satellite intercom, and sent a positioning signal to the fat woman, and then he reported in the intercom: "I found Zakayev, there are still twelve of them, and there are about eight people who have dispersed, and they are drinking in the valley below." ”

The fat woman paused, and Danielle's voice interjected into the intercom: "I have received an order to release the unmanned attack aircraft I am carrying, the unmanned attack aircraft is carrying two missiles, and it will fly over the valley where you are in about twenty minutes." ”

An Feng sighed: "Twenty minutes, it's too late." ”

Danielle was helpless: "Then what's the way, I'm also in the valley, the taxiing runway of the unmanned reconnaissance aircraft is not long enough, and it can't get enough lift-off force, so it must fly into the air and gradually accelerate, this speed is already the highest speed." ”

Because the unmanned attack aircraft carries missiles, its flight elevation angle can not be too high, so it can only adopt a slow climb flight attitude, it has to climb to an altitude of 3,000 meters, and it takes about 10 minutes before and after, and only when it reaches an altitude of 3,000 meters can it not be affected by the mountain and accurately accept the positioning signal on the ground -- the highest peak of Kopet Mountain is more than 3,000 meters, and the peak of more than 2,000 meters can be seen everywhere.

An Feng was at the top of the mountain, and he could clearly see Zakaev drinking water by the stream in the valley, but it would take more than twenty minutes to walk to the river, and even more if he wanted to move forward without making any noise.

An Feng descended for a few minutes, walked halfway up the mountain, he found a place to set up the machine gun, after measuring the wind, he calmly adjusted his sight, at this time, because of the low valley, the satellite signal was very weak, he could not receive the action guidance from the fat girl, so he had to look at his watch and wait for the arrival of the plane

The firing position was more than 200 meters away from the river valley in a straight line, and An Feng equipped himself with a special magazine, which contained new gunpowder and a steel-core bullet, which made the rifle range reach two and a half kilometers.

At the foot of the mountain, Zakhaev summoned his companions with an iron will to stand up and continue to walk forward, this time in the direction they were walking along the stream, An Feng put the machine gun on his shoulder, and when he saw the two sentries coming out of the grass, he took a slight aim and immediately pulled the trigger.

The half-shuttle bullet shook the bodies of the two sentinels like the wind—there were only ten people left on the other side, and now An Feng was out of the opponent's range.

The remaining ten people by the river blew up the nest, and four of them rushed out, squatting by the river, shooting blindly in the general direction of the gunshot, An Feng aimed at these people, and unswervingly pulled the trigger continuously.

The remaining half-shuttle bullets swept out, and the four men who had fired on the edge of the valley were knocked down one by one—now there were six of them left.

The six people were fleeing, An Feng loaded a new magazine, and began to shoot at the direction of the six people, the bullet drilled into the opponent's feet, these six people fell down together, two people turned the muzzle of the gun and fired at An Feng, Zakaev roared, as if to remind everyone that An Feng was out of range, and then the gunfire subsided.

An Feng pulled the trigger and fired again, then he put away his machine gun and began to walk down the hill with a swagger, occasionally running into the grass, firing the machine gun in the direction of Zakaev, and then continuing down the valley.

Zakhaev was suppressed on the edge of the valley, he couldn't bear it anymore, the two men turned around and ran up the hill, they took a serpentine route, buried their heads and just ran, and did not fight back a few shots, and when these people ran into the bushes on the side of the mountain, Zakhaev and the remaining three people also began to run up the opposite hill.

An Feng set up the machine gun and fired all the remaining half-shuttle special bullets, one person next to Zakayev was knocked to the ground, and the remaining two people together with Zakaev, with the help of rocks and trees, finally got into the opposite mountain beam.

At this time, the two militants who were facing An Feng opened fire, and there was a rustling sound in An Feng's headphones, and the fat woman seemed to be asking An Feng's movements, but An Feng couldn't tell what the other party was saying, so he could only stop and blindly said into the intercom: "Attack the three-person team, Zakaev is inside, repeat, attack the threesome, Zakaev is in the threesome." ”

The rustling sound in the headset paused slightly, the other party was also in trouble, and the horizontal branches made Zakaev's figure disappear from time to time, once the missile was blocked by the branches, this wave of attacks was ineffective, so the drone hovering in the air could not find the attack point for a long time, and at this time, the two counterattackers who were standing at the foot of the mountain and shooting desperately at An Feng were the best targets, there was a small tree in front of them, and their backs were exposed

An Feng sighed, he put on a new magazine for himself, and touched the two counterattackers with his waist bent, and after a slight circle, he had already swam to the side, and at this time, the two counterattackers saw that An Feng was slow to react, and they also began to run towards the opposite valley - at this time, An Feng used ordinary bullets, and both sides were out of each other's range.

The next fight is two legs, the other party runs desperately along the mountain, their figures have never been exposed, the unmanned attack aircraft in the air has been circling for a long time, and can not find the attack point, after a while, when An Feng almost chased to the top of the opposite mountain, he heard the fat woman's voice repeatedly called: "Constance, please answer, Constance, please answer when you hear it, please determine the target of the attack, we can't hold out for long."

An Feng reluctantly agreed: "Okay, whatever you decide, I'll chase after them now, you can drop two or three people casually, and I'll end up with the rest." ”

After the call, An Feng didn't dare to approach the other party, he threw away the machine gun on his body, only kept the pistol, and took this opportunity to recover his strength while chewing chocolate to replenish his physical strength. Two minutes later, a ballistic trajectory was visible to the naked eye in the air, and a column of smoke suddenly rose in Zakhaev's direction, and the explosion shook the entire valley, and then the fat woman's voice sounded again: "The attack is over, Constance, please confirm the effect of the attack." ”

An Feng grabbed the scope on his body and looked roughly in the direction of the explosion, the missile was still blocked by a tree branch, but the place where it exploded was not far from the sharp soldier sent by Zakayev, the sharp soldier was swept by the branch blown away by the explosion, his neck was broken, and his body was bent to lie on the ground at a strange angle.

But Zakaev didn't die, this guy always jumped from behind one tree to another, if there was a rock, he would hide behind the rock first, and then start jumping again after choosing the next foothold, Zakhaev had just jumped behind a rock when the explosion occurred, and his body shrank behind the stone, and after the blast wave, the guy stood up intact.

What kind of luck against the sky at this time, An Feng was speechless.

He put away his gun and began to move quickly through the jungle, thinking hatefully in his heart: "Is it more than physical strength, who is not afraid of you, this guy Zakhaev has been running for five hours in a row, this guy has been jumping forward, I don't believe he can jump for long." ”

An Feng forgot that he had been injured, although the scars were quickly bandaged, but a small amount of blood loss made his physical strength decrease slightly, under the continuous running, his wounds had reopened, oozing blood soaked the back of his clothes, in fact, his physical strength was not much stronger than Zakaev at this time.

That's an extremely tough soldier.

Zakayev's military skills are not high, and An Feng can abuse him to death in a single fight, but this guy is like a camel, and his endurance is really speechless, he walked all the way without hurrying, did not sprint all the way, did not run with all his strength, and kept moving forward in the mountains at a constant speed, and An Feng, who grew up in the city, was also fortunate to have the experience of a mountain school, and fortunately his physical coordination ability was extremely perverted, so he caught up with Zakayev's forward speed on the mountain beam full of obstacles.

That's right, so far he has only caught up with the other party's forward speed, and the distance between the two sides has not been shortened, of course, if An Feng runs at full speed for a period of time, he may be able to shorten the distance between the two, but this chase does not know how long it will last, An Feng is unwilling to exhaust his physical strength in advance.

The other party has not eaten a mouthful of food since the morning, although he has drunk a few sips of water in the valley, but that's all. And An Feng ate a lot in the morning, and he also brought a few pieces of chocolate with him, which is said to be the best chocolate in the world.

After another half an hour of advancement, the four people around Zakayev showed a physical strength gap, one of them couldn't walk anyway, he went over and hugged Zakayev, holding the gun to meet An Feng, and halfway through, this person began to shoot blindly, hoping to attract An Feng to his side with the sound of gunfire, and then delayed An Feng's advance, the gunfire lasted for three minutes, and it was always in a state of three bursts, but after three minutes, the mountain returned to silence.

Zakhaev's companion turned his face and asked his leader breathlessly: "Leader, does it take so long for Sahaf to change the magazine?" ”

Zakaev didn't look back, he chose the next place to stay, leaned around, quickly scurried behind the next tree, and then said calmly: "I counted, there should be six more bullets in Sahaf's gun." ”

So why didn't Sahaf continue shooting? The reason is self-evident.

The heroic Sahaf did not delay An Feng's footsteps in the slightest.

After a while, another companion beside Zakaev smiled bitterly, sat down on the ground, waved at Zakaev, and then made a salute, saying nothing, holding his gun, gasping for breath, and twisting his body in their way.

The last companion beside Zakhaev also smiled bitterly, went over and hugged Zakayev, pointed to the other direction of the mountain beam, and said: "I remember this place, go diagonally, over the mountain beam is the village of Hoim, leader, you can go to the village of Hoim to hide." ”

With that, the companion took a deep breath and used the last of his strength to walk down the hill, sweeping the bushes around him with the butt of his rifle as he went.

Zakaev sighed, he raised his wrist and looked at his watch, this time it is estimated that the opponent's second unmanned attack aircraft will not have time to fly here, he stood in place and gasped rapidly, felt that his body had a trace of energy, then raised his feet as heavy as stones, and began to climb towards the mountain beam.

Half an hour later, as Zakaev approached the top of the mountain, he saw a hiding place—a pine tree growing close to the rock, and there was a human gap between the tree and the rock.

Zakhaev gasped rapidly, he walked to the edge of the rock almost with moving speed, shoved his body into the gap between the rock and the tree, and gasped with his back against the rock, ready to rest for a few minutes. During this time, he listened intently, hoping to hear the gunshots.

But there was no sound in the jungle, he heard sparrows chirping in the branches, he heard rabbits scurrying in the grass, but he did not hear the sound of gunshots.

Not far behind him there was the sound of branches bouncing and the sound of feet stepping on dead pine needles, Zakhaev really had no strength, he leaned back against the rock and laughed, laughed for a while, he said to the air in front of him: "How did you do that?" ”

Not far behind him, a standard Arab aristocratic voice sounded unhurriedly, and every pronunciation of this voice did not carry a trace of dialect noise, very standard and elegant: "Oh, I used a pistol with a silencer. ”

Zakhaev laughed a few more times, the laughter made him gasp, he coughed violently, and when the cough subsided, he said: "Well, you have won, in this long race, you have finally won against me, I have no strength to lift my leg now, come to me, let me see who I lose." ”

An Feng hid behind a tree and giggled, his breathing was steady, and his tone was not trembling at all: "Haha, I won't believe the Arabian promise, I'll wait for you, wait for you to regain your strength to crawl out of the crack in the rock."

At this time, Zakaev couldn't see An Feng's position, but he could roughly guess it. He knew that since the other party's voice could reach him clearly, it meant that the other party was within range.

At this time, neither of them dared to move. The weapon in An Feng's hand was a pistol, and Zakhaev never threw away the semi-automatic rifle in his hand. The forest was full of pine needles, and An Feng would make a noise whenever he raised his foot, which provided Zakaev with an accurate position, which would trigger a submachine gun fire.

Zakaev didn't dare to move, his body was stuffed in the crack of the rock, relying on the rock and the tree to support his body, but at this time, if he came out of the tree, the sound of his clothes rubbing would make An Feng notice the flaw, as long as the other party turned a position, Zakhaev was not sure if he could recapture the other party's hiding place.

This is a very tough, very cunning, very cold-blooded lone wolf type killer. Zakaev thinks that his physical strength is not bad, but the fact that the other party can track him all the way here shows that the other party is not much worse than him in terms of physical strength - the other party's voice is not shaking, which shows that the other party still has spare strength, indicating that the other party's physical strength may be stronger than himself.