"Knock~"

The voice was very low and there was not much movement, but the moment the torture wind hit the ground, there was a trace of pain between his eyebrows.

With a height of three meters and a half, carrying equipment and supplies, and holding a child, he cannot unload the force by rolling, but can only be cushioned by bending his knees.

If it is an ordinary person, this remaining rushing force is likely to allow him to relieve his contusions, thus affecting his mobility.

Fortunately, Xingfeng had a systematic energy harvesting process, which simultaneously absorbed the impact force, and except for the pain of that moment, Xingfeng was not injured.

It was at this moment that Xing Feng suddenly felt that as long as the strength he could bear at one time did not exceed the limit of his physical body, this energy harvesting program was simply a big bug.

However, on the Chinese Internet, there is such a popular saying -

No matter how high the kung fu is, he is afraid of kitchen knives, and no matter how good his martial arts are, he will fall with one shot.

This is applied to Xing Feng, and when compared with his ability, it is simply appropriate!

Therefore, Xing Feng knew the strength of the "BUG Possession", but in the face of the more than 100 AKs and 56 punches in the village, he was very sensible and tightened the Milia in his arms.

Bent over, low posture, stride, using the battlefield lurking leap action, sloppy out of the back of the house.

Climbing over the wooden fence behind the house, there was a sugar cane field outside, and Xing Feng did not rush out, but hid inside to observe first.

Looking around at the 270-degree visible angle in front of you, a lot of data has been integrated into your brain!

Miria's house is located in the middle of the village, and through the gap between the sugar canes, you can clearly see that except for a few brick houses, the rest are all wooden houses, and "thatched houses" made of mud and thatched roofs.

Moreover, no matter what kind of house it is, there are more or less drought-resistant crops such as cotton, pyrethrum, cashew nuts, and corn in the surrounding area.

However, by this time, the village had become a hell, most of the houses had collapsed, and some even burst into flames.

The surrounding farmland is also a mess, and all that survives is some crops that are not yet ripe or inedible.

In addition to the environment in these villages, through this observation, Xing Feng also found a situation that was extremely favorable to him.

Perhaps because each family is near their house and grows crops, the village of Bechka is very wide.

More than 100 armed Red Turban soldiers gathered together were very deterrent, but now they are scattered around to loot and massacre, and the dilution of personnel is very serious, basically there will be a group of people every few tens of meters, and most of them are one or two people.

What makes Xing Feng even happier is that more than 100 meters away on the village road, there is a five-story new Toyota pickup truck that can be seen everywhere on the African continent.

"There are two in the house at 40 meters, and there is one in the pickup truck, so if you want not to alarm other people, it seems that ...... Only close-quarters sneak attacks can be taken. ”

Xing Feng thought for a moment, and soon formed a preliminary escape plan in his mind.

Descend from the window on the second floor, hide in the sugar cane field and observe the situation in the village, and finally make a plan of action.

It seems like a long time, but in fact, only a little more than a minute has passed.

"Numa, Kargal—"

"Damn, they were both killed, and there are other lackeys here."

"You go and inform Hajima and ask him to bring someone over, and the rest of the people will search together, and we must find that bastard."

Hearing the roar in the house, Xing Feng looked terrified, knowing that there was not much time left, and if they reacted, the plan to snatch the pickup truck would be aborted.

Without any hesitation, he opened the 56-Chong Triangular Army Thorn with one right hand, tightened the Milia in his arms, and quickly touched forward under the cover of the sugarcane field.

The pickup truck was more than 100 meters away, and there was a wooden house in the middle, and through the window, you could see that there were two red turban soldiers inside, scolding and rummaging through the cabinets, looking for what they needed, and did not pay attention to the situation outside.

Miria weighed less than 25 pounds, and the impact on Operation Torture was almost negligible, and through the sugar cane fields, he soon entered the cornfield outside the wooden house, and lurked outside the walls of the wooden house.

Silent attacks at close range, although more dangerous, are very much in line with the current combat needs.

Moving slowly against the corner of the wall, Xingfeng quietly came to the window and looked through the small hole in the wooden plank.

The plank house has only one floor, and the area inside is less than 15 square meters, and there are several wooden planks on the ground on the left, on which is a straw mat stained with blood.

A middle-aged black man who had been shot in the chest, lying on his back on a straw mat with lifeless eyes open, had been dead for a long time.

There was some rudimentary furniture on the right, and two Red Turbans with their guns behind them and rummaging through the windows with their backs to them.

"Good chance!"

Xing Feng said secretly, neatly pulled out the machete at his waist, and stood up suddenly.

"Whoosh~"

The bright machete left his hand, and under the impetus of great force, he swirled through the window and flew towards the Red Turban Army on the left.

At the moment when the knife was shot, Xing Feng's body also burst up, and he stepped on the edge of the window with a big stride, raised the Type 56 submachine gun in his hand in the air, and swooped straight at the Red Turban Army on the right.

Three or four meters of space, fleeting!

"Knock~"

The machete hit with precision and slashed at the back of the head of the Red Turban Army on the left, like a kitchen knife cutting the cutting board, and the blade was an inch.

"Whew!"

The cold light shone and the cold "Triangular Army Thorn", like a silver needle piercing paper, easily pierced the back of the red turban army on the right, passed through the heart, and exposed the bloody blade tip on the chest.

In less than a second, the two attacks arrived almost simultaneously, and the two Red Turban soldiers didn't even have time to react, and they were killed in an instant.

"Hiss~"

"Poof! Burst! ”

Pulling out the Mitsubishi military thorn, the blood shot like water guns, and the two red turban soldiers stared at them in disbelief, and smashed them to the ground softly.

Due to Xingfeng's deliberate actions in advance, Miria's sight and hearing had been temporarily isolated, so she did not see the bloody scene in front of her.

At this moment, it seems to hear a cheerful song, smiling and swinging its little head to the rhythm.

Xingfeng touched Miria's head, temporarily put her on the ground, and began to "pick up bags" again.

The two men had no magazine bags, only a few dozen shotguns, two Type 56 submachine guns, and two "good things" that surprised Xingfeng.

Type 67 wooden-handled grenade!

This thing can't blow up anything else, but the explosion diameter of 15 meters is a good heavy firepower weapon for Xingfeng.

Two grenades were stored in the "chest magazine bag", the magazines of the two Type 56 submachine guns were removed, and the machete for the first kill was put away.

After completing the work of picking up the bag, he picked up Miria and set off again, aiming at the Toyota pickup!