Hearing the clamor in the stairwell, Xingfeng realized that it was no longer safe here, and he had to evacuate as soon as possible.

Swish! Swish!

The Sabr rifle and the Type 56 submachine gun were crossed and carried behind them, and then the tactical backpack was placed on the shoulder, buckled the straps on the chest, and held the two rifles in place.

However, just as Xingfeng packed up his combat equipment and prepared to take the climbing rope on the ground and retreat from the left side of the rooftop......

"呲~"

600 meters away from the middle street, a pickup truck sped in, rubbed dark black marks on the ground, and stopped at the intersection with emergency braking.

"Lukat, quick, just ahead, that damn sniper, hiding on the roof of that building in front."

The Red Turbans, who had been scared away before, strode towards the pickup truck, yelling excitedly.

It's as if this pickup truck can blast the sniper hiding on the rooftop in the distance into pieces of meat 100 percent.

"Hahaha, leave it to me, old Carter will let him know what the baptism of death is."

Lucart laughed wildly, rolled over and sat down in the high seat, grabbed the steering wheel with both hands, and spun it quickly.

"Da, da......"

With the sound of gears moving, the "Type 58 twin anti-aircraft machine gun" made in China began to rotate synchronously on the back box of the pickup truck.

The two thick barrels were aimed straight into the distance, and through the flat scope above, you could see the "Hamill Hotel", the top rooftop fence.

After aiming, Lukat did not stop, and with the help of a red turban soldier next to him, he immediately began to prepare for fire.

"Click, click~"

The closed chain snaps into the chamber, pulls the bolt load, lifts the right foot, and steps down towards the firing pedal.

With just this simple action, the originally calm "giant beast" instantly turned on the berserk mode!

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

"Boom-Boom-Boom......"

The sound of gunfire was like a drum beating, the red yellow fire spewed out, and the 14.5*114 mm "tungsten core armor-piercing bullet" thicker than the index finger of the hand, with a piercing whistling sound, swept forward in an instant at a speed of nearly 1,000 meters per second.

The Type 58 twin anti-aircraft machine gun has a combat rate of fire of up to 600 rounds per second, a flat fire distance of more than 1,000 meters, and can easily penetrate a 20mm steel plate.

The cement guardrail on the rooftop more than 500 meters away was like papier-mâché in front of him, vulnerable to attack.

"Bang ......"

Before the sound arrived, the 14.5mm bullet that exceeded the speed of sound swept in.

The guardrail was pierced and shattered, and debris of masonry and stone flew all over the sky, instantly bringing up dust in the sky.

"Groove, the meat grinder sweeps the floor, this stepping horse is simply not lived."

As soon as he touched the torture wind of the climbing rope, he was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat, and he didn't care about the painful brick and stone debris that smashed on his body, grabbed the climbing rope on the ground, and ran wildly.

Although this terrifying "land war artifact" appeared in the plot, Xing Feng didn't expect that this group of Red Turban soldiers would be so frustrated.

At present, the great enemy does not interfere with the government army, but actually "kills chickens with a knife", this is definitely something that the hatred value can only do when it breaks through the sky.

"Bang ......"

Bullets roared and debris flew around.

The unstoppable tungsten armor-piercing bullet swept the ground from right to left, sending out rows of large transparent holes in the guardrail, closely following behind Xingfeng.

At this time, as long as the frantically fleeing torture wind stops for half a second, it will definitely be easily cut off by the bullets that come through the wall, and then be swept into pieces of meat.

In "First Blood", Lan Bo uses a 12.7-caliber heavy machine gun, which can stop people in two.

This Chinese-made 14.5 is equivalent to Lao Maozi's 20mm caliber high-speed machine, and there is no doubt that it definitely has the ability to break people into pieces.

The criminal style of going out from the Chinese special forces is very clear in my heart......

Double-tube linkage, six rounds in one second, absolutely devastating.

If you want to survive, you can only -

Run!

Run fast!

Run faster!

Driven by this single thought, his muscles were tense and exploded, his heart beat more than 200 times, and his blood was surging and tumbling.

The threat of death is behind him, less than a meter away, and the wind of torture in the wild rush can be clearly felt, the air wave brought by the supersonic bullet, and the scorching heat.

At this time, the Red Turban Army, who came up from the stairwell, heard such a big movement outside, and knew that the friendly army was attacking, and they stopped one after another, showing ecstatic expressions.

In their imagination, such a high-intensity attack, not to mention just one person, even a truck, would be blown to pieces.

But will the torture wind really go what they want?

Obviously, this is completely impossible!

When there were still 2 meters left from the fence on the left, Xingfeng did not slow down at all, but relied on the inertia of rushing forward, jumped with a bullet, and flew to the outside of the platform in the air.

Although this action looks like he is actively jumping off the building to find his death, Xing Feng has his own purpose.

"Wow~"

He pulled out the rope that had already been buckled, and threw it forward in a volley state, accurately encircling the arm of an angel sculpture on the side of the dome.

Then grab the rappelling buckle on the rope and hook it to the harness that has been fastened around the waist.

"Oh~"

The time was just right, and at the moment when it was buckled, the entire climbing rope was stretched into a straight line by the weight of the torture wind.

"Huh-"

With the sluggishness of the rappelling lock, the speed of the falling torture wind dropped sharply in an instant.

"Fortunately, ——, finally escaped."

Looking at the fence above, the suddenly extra row of penetrating holes, and the bricks and stones that fell down, I couldn't help but let out a long breath.

"Now it's almost time to set off on a 'treasure hunt'."

There was a touch of excitement in Xingfeng's eyes, adjusting the falling speed of the downhill buckle, stepping on the wall's feet, and kicking the wall to flick out.

"Smack, smack, smack......"

Like a rabbit jumping vertically, it jumped down the wall and quickly returned to the ground.

As soon as his feet touched the ground, Xingfeng quickly untied the rappelling equipment, and his hands went down at the same time, pulling out the weapons on both sides of his thighs.

Holding a silenced pistol in his right hand, a Type 95 saber in his left hand, and a pistol magazine bottom, and his hands slightly bent outward, he quickly ran into the street on the left.

Xingfeng attacked five Red Turban soldiers and looted all the three small goldsmith shops and a large jewelry store on this street, but the harvest was very small, not to mention diamonds, and even gold was less than 20 grams.

I don't know if the shopkeeper took it away, or if the front one was robbed by the Red Turban Army.

"Damn!"

Xingfeng snorted in annoyance, propped up the window with one hand, jumped to the back of the street, and went around the alley to the right.

This time, Xingfeng didn't take care of the small one first, but went straight to the street on the right, the only big jewelry store.

When he was 3 meters away from the back window of the jewelry store, Xing Feng's body suddenly stopped, listened quietly, turned to pick up the pistol, and quietly passed with small steps.