The wind is high and the moon is dark, and the desert is camping on the border.

"Leng Feng, take out the enemy's sentry in five seconds!"

"Yes!"

More than a dozen black shadows, under the cover of the dark night, cleared the outposts and mine arrays on the periphery of the camp, and quietly approached the overseas training camp of the hostile elements of the Han State. According to military information received in advance, there are about 20 militants in the area.

"Bang bang!" The bullet erupted from the silencer of Leng Feng's assault rifle and spun at high speed into the eyebrows of the militants on the high platforms on the left and right of the camp entrance, and the two of them collapsed on the sentry platform almost at the same time.

More than a dozen vigorous figures submerged into the enemy camp, and the latest Han Type 18 assault rifle in their hands was muffled, shooting the militants caught off guard in the camp, and the scythe of death began to harvest frantically.

But these militants are all slashing blood, and after seven or eight people were killed, some people reacted and raised AK47s to fight back, and the crisp sound of gunfire resounded on the side. The militants in the rear camp were all alarmed, and immediately rushed out, shooting out tongues of fire.

"That's not right! The number of enemies far exceeds the intelligence, and the disparity between the strength of the enemy and us is huge, so retreat immediately! Sniper, fire support, shoot the pursuers! From Leng Feng's headset came the roar of the captain, nicknamed the Bison. More than a dozen figures immediately formed a defensive formation, retreating outward as they fired.

This strike team of more than a dozen people came from the elite desert lone wolf special forces of the Han Kingdom. As the best student of the Hanguo Police University, Leng Feng was specially sent to the desert lone wolf to participate in a six-month combat training as the school's key training object.

In the past six months or so, Leng Feng has also participated in several secret operations, each time it was a siege and annihilation battle. Unexpectedly, this time it was supposed to be an easy round-up and hunting battle, but in the end it turned into a breakout battle after being besieged.

There were more and more militants, coming from all sides, whistling bullets flying everywhere with the laughter of death. The Desert Lone Wolf Special Forces rely on the point kills of snipers and relatively favorable terrain to engage in fierce battles with militants several times their size.

"There are too many enemies, we have limited bullets, we can't get out of the way, vulture, you go and blow up the opponent's ammunition depot. We must kill the militants, hold out until both sides run out of bullets, and then fight hand-to-hand to the death. Captain Bison said in a deep voice.

The Vulture is the sharpshooter of the Desert Lone Wolf, and with him he can shoot more militants. If the vulture went to the bomb depot at this time, the firepower of this detachment would be much weaker, but the vulture and the cold front were on the outermost part at this time, and the bison could only send him.

"Captain, I'll go!" Before the vulture could answer, Leng Feng took the lead. Compared to the vulture, he is far less lethal to the enemy, so he must go to this mission.

At the pre-departure briefing, they had carefully studied the camp, so Leng Feng knew where the ammunition depot was.

"Snipers focused on clearing the militants near the ammunition depot, others covering the cold front." The captain just hesitated slightly, no nonsense, and now there is no time for mother-in-law. Leng Feng's performance in the first few missions convinced the captain that he could complete this relatively easy task.

Leng Feng lowered his body, and under the cover of cross-fire from his comrades, he planned to detour from the outside of the camp to the rear of the camp and then try to blow up the ammunition depot of the militants.

There are still militants shooting along the way, thanks to the night battle infrared helmet and sniper point killing, Leng Feng quickly detoured back to the rear camp, but he also entered the sniper shooting blind spot, that is, from now on, he has no support, everything has to rely on himself.

"Bang!" A bullet struck the tree where he was hiding, sending sawdust flying everywhere and spilling blood on his face. Leng Feng felt cold in his heart, could it be that the other party also had a sniper?

He quickly maneuvered in an S-shape and ran to the ammunition depot. The other party's bullet did not come as promised, it turned out to be a stray bullet. Damn, scared the little master in a cold sweat, Leng Feng cursed in his heart.

"Bang!" Another gunshot rang out, this time the bullet hit the edge of his helmet, although it was fine, but the vibration of the steel helmet after being hit by the bullet, and the buzzing sound it emitted, made Leng Feng feel excited.

Damn, there are no snipers, but there are gunners in ambush, and they're accurate. He can still be hit by the helmet when he runs at such a high speed and irregularly in the dark night, and this guy is also a master of sports shooting.

When the brave wins on a narrow road, Leng Feng picked up the Type 18 assault rifle, shot a few points in the direction of the gunner, and under the suppression of firepower, he rushed a few meters closer. Then the two began to shoot back and forth.

Feeling the increasingly urgent gunfire in front of the camp, it can be imagined that the comrades-in-arms are facing tremendous pressure, Leng Feng became anxious in his heart, pressing one shot at a time, and kept approaching the ammunition depot. The other party is the guard of the ammunition depot, and he must be a veteran soldier who has endured the battlefield, and Leng Feng cannot hit him.

After Leng Feng finished firing the bullets, after calculation, he concluded that there were no more bullets in the opponent's AK47. Since this is the case, then it is necessary to divide life and death in a white-knives battle.

Like a fierce tiger, he rushed out from behind the tree where he was hiding, and rushed to the hidden ammunition cave, where he had to chase away the opponent and fight with them before changing to a new magazine, or else he and the desert wolf would be finished.

The potential that people can unleash under extreme conditions is staggering. At a distance of several tens of meters, the cold front rushed over almost in a matter of seconds. Looking at the cold front that suddenly appeared, the militant was a little surprised, and at this time his hand had just touched the AK47 magazine a meter away from him.

"Kill!" Leng Feng burst out, and the assault rifle in his hand smashed into the opponent's hand grabbing the magazine with a sound of breaking the air. The militant was a burly, bearded man dressed in mountain camouflage uniform, who reacted quickly, quickly abandoning the magazine and instead raising the blade of the gun to block the incoming rifle.

"Bang!" The rifle Tito was knocked into the air, and at this time Leng Feng had already flown up, and a low leg kicked the bearded man's crotch hard. The bearded man was able to receive ammunition depot here, and obviously he was not a vegetarian either, so he immediately kicked his feet and did a side flip to avoid the fatal blow of the cold front.

When Leng Feng bent over and kicked, he took out a special combat dagger from his calf and stabbed it into the bearded man's chest like lightning. This person had just flipped over, and it was too late to dodge. He gritted his teeth and was fierce, and directly stretched out his right hand to grab the incoming saber!

Blood gushed out from his palm, the beard howled violently, and the right hand holding Leng Feng's dagger walked in front of him regardless of the great pain, and after pulling Leng Feng's body closer, the five fingers of his left hand formed a fist and hit Leng Feng's chest hard.

A sharp pain gushed out, Leng Feng's eyes flashed fiercely, and he directly gave up the defense in front of Gu's chest, allowing the opponent's heavy left hand to hit his chest continuously. At this time, he concentrated all his strength in his left hand, grasped the dagger and pulled it horizontally!

"Ahh The bearded man let out an extremely terrible scream, and the four fingers of his right hand were cut off by the military dagger in unison, and the thumb was cut off in half. The pain in his heart made him bend his body, which was an instinctive reaction of the human body, intended to alleviate the pain.

But it's fatal.

In the next second, Leng Feng's special warfare Type 91 dagger was directly inserted into the bearded neck! Blood spurted out. This person snorted miserably, pushed away Leng Feng with his left hand, and took a few steps back, and the blood stained the camouflage uniform.

This man is as strong as iron, and he will not fall even after being hit hard. The bearded man stared at his blood-colored eyes, and his hideous and distorted face squeezed out a last touch of madness. He let out a loud shout, and with a fight with his left hand, he pulled out the special combat dagger on the back of his neck, and blood sprayed from his neck, and he frantically pounced on Tang Zheng.

The brave meet, and the wise wins. When Leng Feng retreated from the beard, he pressed and hooked his foot, threw the AK47 on the ground, caught it with both hands, picked up the butt of the gun and smashed it the head of the bearded man who rushed over.

The bearded man's consciousness had begun to blur at this time, and he didn't care about the attack of the butt of the gun at all, his eyes were like the pupils of a fierce beast, staring at Leng Feng's chest, and he stabbed fiercely with a military dagger in his left hand.

The butt of the AK47 smashed the bearded head that had lost his mind, and Leng Feng struck with all his might, directly opening his brain, and the red and white brains splashed everywhere. The headless corpse fell to the ground, not immediately dead, still twitching.

The bearded man was defeated by both blows, and finally stabbed Leng Feng, but he avoided his heart and stabbed deep into his left arm. The dagger was surrounded by the corpse, and a long wound was cut, blood flowed, and Leng Feng trembled in pain. He gritted his teeth, pulled out the dagger, tore off his clothes and bandaged it briefly.

Leng Feng only felt a huge pain in his chest at this time, and several mouthfuls of blood with minced flesh spurted out. Before he had time to wipe it, he rushed into the ammunition depot, and after carrying a few large strings of bullets and two AK47s on his back, he walked out of the hole and threw a few grenades with fuses open.

"Boom!" The loud explosion was deafening, and even a small mushroom cloud was raised. Leng Feng shook his ears a little numb, and two bones in his chest were broken, and at this time, he was in great pain.

But he couldn't stop, there were still his comrades outside who needed support. Leng Feng had an AK47 in one hand, and began to fire fiercely from the enemy's rear camp, and with a bloody face, he spewed out two fire refinements, like a hell demon god.

At this time, Leng Feng, unconscious, was fighting completely by will, and shot at the militants with tongues of fire, harvesting the lives of these sins one by one. Until the AK47's trigger made an empty crashing sound, Leng Feng couldn't hold on any longer, his eyes turned black, and he fell down with his head up.

At the last moment before he fell unconscious, he felt a figure pounce on him, and Leng Feng sighed inwardly, My life is over.