The rockets exploded, fragments flew in all directions, and the militants who rushed to the door let out a terrible wail from the explosion. ・The first and most fragile ** could not compete with the explosion of the rocket, and there were casualties in an instant.

"Whew!"

Xiao Yuanchao cut off the external charging power supply of the exoskeleton, and rushed out like a storm in the heat wave generated by the rocket explosion.

His left hand is still a Nepalese saber, and his right hand is still a Desert Eagle pistol.

The saber in the left hand slashes down, and the sand eagle in the right hand crits at close range.

"Bang!"

The head of one militant was blasted open in an instant, and at the same time, the Nepalese saber slashed open the skull of another militant and slashed it to the end.

"Drink!"

Xiao Yuanchao roared, took a step forward, and threw the bloodied Nepalese saber at one of the farthest militants.

"Poof!"

The saber spun violently in the air, flashed a dazzling white light, and slammed it into the chest of the militants, directly without a handle.

Attacked by the thrown saber, the militant who had already raised his rifle seemed to have been beaten with great force, and his whole body flew backwards with his feet off the ground under the action of strong inertia.

"Ahh ……”

"Da Da Da ......"

The howls were accompanied by the sound of gunfire, and the militants flew backwards while pointing upwards, slashing the wrench to the end and firing a string of bullets into the air.

"Bang!"

The militants fell to the ground, gulping blood, their pupils losing their original luster at breakneck speed.

"Bang!"

Xiao Yuanchao casually raised the Desert Eagle and blasted another person's head, and then, at the moment when the recoil shook the muzzle of the gun, he turned around and pulled the trigger on one of the militants on the side.

"Bang!"

The warhead struck the militants in the chest at close range, entered in peanuts-sized bullet holes, and then passed through the body, bursting with a wound the size of a bowl.

The body of the militant shook violently, and he instantly collapsed and died.

Xiao Yuanchao turned around again and continued to shoot at the militants around him. Shot after shot.

His body was fluttering, taking full advantage of the powerful recoil after each shot to change position, and the militants in the other direction pulled the trigger to complete the shot that could not be escaped at close range.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ……”

At such a powerful speed, the surrounding militants did not have time to make any resistance, and they all lay down under Xiao Yuanchao's guns. They wondered how a body that didn't look strong could freely control the recoiled Desert Eagle pistol, and complete the rapid-fire kind of Browning small-caliber pistol.

"Ah!!h

The only remaining militants opened their mouths and let out a frightened scream, but the moment they opened their mouths, a hot muzzle forced into his mouth.

"Bang!"

Shots rang out, and the back of the militant's head burst out with a pool of blood, and he fell to the ground and died.

Xiao Yuanchao put away the Desert Eagle, changed the magazine, walked forward, pulled out the Nepalese saber inserted in the corpse, gently rubbed the blood on the corpse, and retracted it.

"Is it pretty?" Xiao Yuanchao took the upper half of the blood-soaked cigar in his mouth, and asked Mira without turning his head.

At this time, Mira was completely stunned, and she couldn't imagine that this was the work of one person! A person who was shot ten times in the body, and a person who was severely injured internally, could easily kill ten militants!

"You, you......" Mira said two of you, and then closed her mouth.

What she really wanted to say was: Are you still human?

But she didn't dare to say that, because Xiao Yuanchao made her feel afraid!

The sound of gunfire came out from afar, and Xiao Yuanchao clearly saw that there were militants pouring in all directions. These militants did not rush directly, but occupied different buildings, used different bunkers to cover themselves in the rear, and prepared to carry out the sniping of Xiao Yuanchao.

"It's too late to leave now, or you'll be the one who will die." Xiao Yuan said to Chong Mira.

That's right, if Mira doesn't leave now, she's dead. Because Xiao Yuanchao is a standard cutting-edge individual combat, in the cutting-edge individual combat, any comrade-in-arms around him will become a burden to him, and any comrade-in-arms who is not as strong as him will be brought to death by him without a place to be buried.

"Good!" Mira nodded, and said to Xiao Yuanchao: "Remember, Iraq is a battlefield, a war zone that has been invaded and fell. There are no civilians in the fallen war zone, only warriors! Good luck, God of War! ”

With that, Mira turned and rushed towards the room, out of the area.

Xiao Yuanchao smiled, turned around and glanced at Mira's back, and suddenly felt that this liaison was quite good. He followed Mira and rushed inside, extremely fast.

"Well, you ......" Mira saw Xiao Yuanchao rushing in.

"This." Xiao Yuanchao picked up the Barrett sniper rifle, stared into Mira's eyes and said, "What do you think of your current work?" ”

Mira was stunned for a moment and blurted out, "I just want to seek shelter." ”

"Okay, all you have to do is survive, I like you." Xiao Yuanchao said.

"Huh?" Mira's eyes widened.

"Don't get me wrong, I just think you're sincere." Xiao Yuanchao picked up the sniper rifle, turned around and walked out.

Mira continued to be stunned, shook her head and continued to run backwards, fleeing without a trace.

Now all the qiē is nonsense, only survive and talk about it!

The passage of the sewer is indeed inaccessible, and Xiao Yuanchao dares to guarantee that as long as he walks on the highway now, he will immediately be attacked from all directions. The ubiquity of the militants did indeed answer Mira's words: this is a fallen war zone that has been invaded.

Numerous militants used buildings as shelters to advance here. They are cautious, very careful, because they know what kind of demon they are facing and what kind of demon they are facing.

A group of civilians was also mixed with the militants, including the elderly, women, and children. These old and weak women and children were assigned a weapon in their hands, or a worn-out AK, or a pistol, or even a gun.

The U.S. team has always been committed to maintaining peace in Basra and has spared no effort to search for weapons. It's a pity that they simply can't accomplish this task, there is never a shortage of weapons in the war zone.

"Forward!"

On the east and west sides of the street, signals were given at the same time, and civilians mixed with militants began to rush towards the area, looking fearless.

"Smack! Smack! ……”

Xiao Yuanchao continued to light the fire, wanting to light the cigar on his mouth. But he was disappointed again, because the cigar was still wet and soaked with blood.

"The reaction is quite fast...... Xiao Yuanchao gave up the action of lighting a cigar, stood at the door and looked left and right, exhaled lightly and sneered: "Do you really think that I don't kill civilians?" Hehe...... Of course I know the nature of war, and I know the rules of the battlefield, hehehe......"

The militants were smart, and seeing that Xiao Yuanchao was unwilling to shoot civilians, they immediately organized this tactic in the city.

But they don't know at all that Xiao Yuanchao respects and fulfills the ethics of a professional soldier, but there is a premise for not forcing him!