Maimaiti followed behind a BMP infantry tank, and his hand holding the gun was shaking all the time. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info is full of empty dirt under your feet, and you can bury your ankles if you step on it. The various scattered clods of dirt make it difficult to move, and even harder is to muster up the courage to continue fighting.

When he first responded to the call for jihad, Maimaiti was still very enthusiastic. He and hundreds of his companions smuggled into Syria to train on ISIS, and even took control of a town in northern Syria as a base.

Originally, the situation on the battlefield was very good, and everyone thought that they could really establish Allah's kingdom on earth. But when the Russians come to the aid of the Assad regime, everything will change. Compared to a true superpower, ISIS is nothing to mention.

The successive defeats have weakened the once-brutal ISIS, and the Al-Nusra Front, which had been its vassal, has become independent. And the rootless and bottomless Maimaiti gang is driven by people as slaves.

The corpses lying on the ground were Maimaiti's companions, who had been pushed to the front line and killed by several mines.

Mamat was the second batch of cannon fodder to be driven away, and before he came up, the leader Aideed said, "I will take care of your wives, your sons will inherit the cause of jihad, and your daughters will be married home by us." Go, seventy-two raisins are waiting for you. ”

Hearing this, Maimaiti really wanted to cry. In the past, when fighting with the wind, the enemy often fled before they could fight, and the battle was very fulfilling. But today, when you encounter hard stubble that can't be gnawed, it makes people feel worthless to die. But he couldn't do it if he didn't go, and if he didn't go, he was immediately executed by the Overseer.

"Buy, buy, keep up. The muzzle of the gun is aimed at your left front, which is where you need to keep an eye out. Behind Maimaiti was a strong man in a turban in a military uniform, who seemed well-trained compared to the others. He personally commanded a team of about ten people, and slowly followed the tank forward with a steady rhythm.

Al-Nusra Front is now surrounding a block more than 200 metres long, and they are sure that the target they are looking for is in this area. Now it's about squeezing the enemy's space to move, and sooner or later the opponent can be found.

Civilians who fled the neighborhood were shot and killed, not a single man, woman or child. The tanks ran over the houses directly, and the people hiding inside had nowhere to hide, and any suspicious place was bombarded with a shell. It was really a collapse of walls and houses, shattering everywhere.

This ruthless killing emboldened Maimaiti a little, and he looked back at the strong man in the turban who commanded him, and felt that it should be an advantage for his side to have the support of the Americans. But as soon as he turned around, he suddenly saw a beam of light appear out of thin air on the dusty street.

The beam of light pierced directly through the forehead of the strong man in the turban, and the conductor did not react and fell without warning.

Maimaiti felt his heart tighten, and he looked back along the beam, and he was surprised to find that the beam came from the turret of the T-72 - ah, Allah! How could it run out of the turret?

"Teucer!" Sheldon, who had dragged twenty meters back, was immediately stunned, and the subordinates he sent to the front to be in charge of command were easily killed. And the target turned out to be on the tank that was advancing all the time, which was too unexpected!

The same doubts arise about the US military base in Turkey and the situation observation room in the White House. Satellites in the sky send back images taken by the Reaper drone. No one expected that the target to be killed in this operation would be so bold, and he was so close that it could be said that it was right under his nose.

The explanation given by the analyst is that the other party should take the initiative to approach when the smoke and dust on the battlefield is too large, and the dim environment is particularly beneficial to stealth.

But this explanation has an egg!

"Kill him!" 'Twitter,' the president yelled at the big screen.

"Kill him!" Fidel in command was also yelling.

Sheldon, who was on the front line, was even more furious, shouting 'The target is on the tank', and the rifle in his hand fired at it.

But before everyone on the scene could react, Zhou Qingfeng, who was standing on the T-72 turret, suddenly moved. He has always been the fastest and most agile, and the enhancement of the 'Murderous Awe' and the mechanical exoskeleton makes him as fast as a puff of smoke.

Zhou Qingfeng had been paying attention to the turret of the enemy tank for a long time, marking the infantry covering behind the tank one by one with a digital helmet, calculating the best attack route, and finding out the commander. Now all he has to do is carry out this killing route.

moved, Zhou Qingfeng moved. When the enemy's muzzle was about to aim, when the stray bullets flying indiscriminately, when the enemy's anger erupted, he did not stay in place to shoot, he moved quickly, and killed the enemy with the most primitive method.

Left-handed knife, right-handed gun, long-range shooting and close stabbing, speed is Zhou Qingfeng's best weapon, and agility is his best defense. He always easily avoided the guns of his enemies, sowed death and carnage with bullets and blades, and was bloody wherever he went.

Twenty meters away, Sheldon moved the muzzle of his gun quickly, the HK416 in his hand beating briskly, but he was always one step slower. The opponent is too fast, really too fast, fast like a phantom shuttling back and forth on the battlefield, no one can keep up with its rhythm, no one can predict its direction.

"Charlie!" Sheldon exclaimed again, his three bursts had been fired several times in a row, and one magazine was missing out but failed to touch the corner of his opponent's coat. The bullet always seemed to fly away from the target's body, and he just watched his second companion being knocked into the chest by the enemy.

This bastard, how did he do it?

Sheldon is going crazy!

This erratic and swift shadow always finds an angle to dodge an attack, and it really can't dodge him, and it is close to the body of a soldier on the battlefield. He used the soldier's body as a shield to continue his incessant onslaught back and forth.

The 'SEALs' named Charlie quickly emptied the HK416 magazine, and he immediately dropped his rifle and pulled out the P226 from his lap to shoot at close range.

Obviously, the muzzle of the gun was facing forward, it was obvious that it was aimed at the target, and it was obvious that the trigger was pulled, and the bullet had already flown out, but the enemy's blade swept through Charlie's throat first.

Everything seems to be slow and fast, as smooth as flowing water. Zhou Qingfeng's blade brought out a string of blood beads, and he also threw away the Yalikin pistol with an empty magazine, and snatched the enemy's P226 with his hand.

The entire operation lasted only about seven or eight seconds, and none of the dozen or so people who followed the tank detachment of the Al-Nusra Front survived. Sheldon emptied two magazines and missed a single enemy hair, and when he saw that there was no one else near the tank, he dragged behind a wall and had to hide behind a wall.

Frightened, wheezing, flustered.

Sheldon felt the hardship he had never felt before. He changed the magazine, reassessed his opponent, and listened to the sound of the tank in front of him turning its turret, and the BMP infantry vehicle also turned its nose to look for a target. He thought to himself: what guy can't even kill a tank easily, right?

But while Sheldon was thinking about attacking with the tank and infantry tank, the crew of the T-72 tank was also quickly turning the turret to find a target. Under the tracks of the tank, Maimaiti clutched his throat, trying to suppress the blood that came out of the moor.

But all this will be in vain, what Maimaiti saw before he died was the only stealth killer still standing on this small battlefield. He is the real master!

Zhou Qingfeng's close-range kills are inevitably stained with some splattered blood, and the optical camouflage is trying to adapt to these superfluous things. And before he could regain stealth, the thick muzzle of the cannon was already pointed at his back.

"Fire!" At extremely close range, the tank commander roared loudly behind the periscope of the turret.

"Fire!" The gun commander will step on the firing pedal.

"Fire!" The driver of the tank also saw that the enemy was right ahead.

And the infrasonic cannon on Zhou Qingfeng's back bounced out in an instant, silently converting the huge electrical energy into oscillating sound waves.

The muzzle of the gun stopped, and there was no movement.

Within fifty meters, invincible!