Section 233

The Devil's Sacrifice

Not only the proficiency of the movement and formation can be seen that these young men have done this more than once, almost becoming instinctive, the movements are fast, orderly, faintly suppressing all the firepower blind spots, and can gather as much attack firepower as possible at any time

The gun-wielding vehicles scattered in various vehicles watched vigilantly around them, protecting the women and children in the vehicles and the ordinary people without guns

"Sally, what's going on up ahead?"

At the front of the line, an old voice could be heard from a van with mottled paint and windows crisscrossed and welded with barely a few steel bars

This van, like other vehicles, originally had a complete windshield and windows, but unfortunately, during the trip, it was broken due to various accidents, and there was no glass that could be replaced, so it could only be simply welded with a few crude steel bars, which were only used to prevent the invasion of wild beasts, and still did not play any role in bullets and snakes

"Grandpa Mulder, the pathfinder in front said that there seems to be a battle ahead, let's stop for a moment"

A veiled woman riding a black Yamaha motocross bike on her back with a scratched AK47 ran back from the front of the group with soot, and after a sliding stop, she turned around again and said without looking back, "I'm going to scout it"

Because of the hot weather, she was holding the front handle, and behind the palm of her fingerless glove, her exposed arm had wheat-colored skin that was as delicate as milk mixed with golden honey, and she was a very young girl

"Pay attention to safety" walked out of the van an old man wrapped in a black cloak, wrinkled black and red skin, and the occasional white hair under the turban, revealing a temperament that has experienced vicissitudes

The surging motocross bike suddenly rolled the large-diameter off-road tires with coarse patterns, lifted a pillar of sand, and almost disappeared from the sight of the old man

The roaring sound of the engine, just like this motorcycle brand, "Ya jumps up and downs the flat sound of the horse (flat sound fades ha" (fade out), a very typical motorcycle engine sound, perhaps the pronunciation of the word "Yamaha" comes from this

"Abic" the old man leaned on the car door and looked around cautiously, shouting

"Mulder. Chief Zaryev, what are your orders? ”

A sturdy man with thick eyebrows and deep eyes wearing a white T-shirt and long machine gun bullet chains crossed his body trotted all the way from the back of the convoy, carrying a saber at his waist and a general-purpose machine gun weighing more than ten kilograms

"You find a few people to follow Sally, I don't worry about this girl, look at it, don't let her get into trouble, this is not our original Mikari Village"

The leader of this migration procession, the former head of the village of Mikari, Mud. Zaryev rolled up his sleeves, revealing the old scars on his arms, and a pistol pinned to his waist, although he was old, the hand that took out the pistol did not tremble at all, steady, as skilled as a veteran who was used to using this pistol, and the bullet was loaded with a soft click

No one dared to take this strange place lightly, and after countless lessons of blood and tears, no one knew which group of gunmen would emerge from behind a pile of rocks or behind a ridge to fire fiercely at them

"Yes, village chief, I'll do it" The strong man Abic reached behind his back, copied the general-purpose machine gun in his hand, the gun belt was on his shoulder, and the full fixed box bomb bay revealed the carefully maintained oil on the bullet chain

He waved his hand and shouted not far away: "Omar Bak Kurhak, you guys, go follow Sally, don't let her get into trouble"

On a vantage point on the left side of the convoy, riders of several motorcycles shouted in response, pulled the accelerator, and slammed towards the direction in which Sally had disappeared at the front of the team

Getting closer and closer to the place where the gunshots rang out, Sally found a place to turn off the motorcycle, pushed it aside, held the AK47 she was carrying in her hand, bowed down, and approached the battlefield with small steps

The desert combat boots worn on Sally's slender feet are still American, and I don't know where they came from, although they are men's, they fit very well, and they also set off her heroic posture, and the sonorous nature of the women's eyebrows is not allowed to be shaved

Holding the AK47 cautiously approached a pile of rocks, which was already very close to the battlefield, and from time to time you could even see stray bullets nearby warheads, and small black dots of the bullets were like locusts jumping between the stones

Screams, continuous screams, complex terrain blocking the view, listening to the movement seems to be a one-sided slaughter

Sally could tell from the gunshots that it was all AK47s, or the kind of crazy shooting that continued continuously

She cautiously poked her head out from behind the rubble and glanced out quickly

But it's just such a glance, it doesn't matter if you don't look at it, but you can't take your eyes back from this look

Indeed, as she had expected, it was a completely one-sided massacre, a real massacre, a one-sided massacre, but this kind of massacre was something she had never seen or dared to imagine

It's about a hundred meters away, but it can be seen very clearly

This was the slaughter of gunpowder weapons by cold weapons, and since the first time she held the AK, Sally never imagined that the sword would be able to defeat the bullet

A samurai shrouded in silver-white armor, with a half-body shield in one hand and a long sword with a strange shape in the other, is terrifyingly fast, and is wanton in the middle of a group of armed forces, and every swing of the sword in his hand will take away a living life, compared to the blood hole on the body of the bullet, the death such as cutting off the shoulder and cutting off the head, it is far more tragic than the bullet killing

The frightened militants were barely aiming, they were shooting for the sake of shooting, the bullets were flying in all directions without a target, and although there were still guys who kept a trace of sanity, they could never keep up with the silver-armored warrior, and could only watch the other side kill their companions one after another

Sizzle~

Sally was dumbfounded, is this still human? The strange sword skills are like chopping melons and vegetables, harvesting life neatly, and even in the swing, the gun is like a hot knife cutting butter, cutting in two without hindrance

"Kill him, kill him"

"Damn, he's the devil"

"Allah, Allah, help me, I don't want to die, I want to live"

"Don't be stupid, this monster killed dozens of our brothers and won't let us go"

"Don't fline, fire, fire"

In a craggy rockyard littered with corpses, the living militants desperately pulled the trigger and emptied the magazines until the bullets were empty, and then either turned around and ran, or pulled out machetes or daggers and rushed forward, of course, they would die faster

No matter how they aim or shoot, no matter how dense the rain of bullets is, it is difficult to hurt the Silver Armored Samurai in the slightest, or shield block, or sword pick, or simply dodge sideways, as if performing a movie stunt

By the time Sally came to her senses, the slaughter was over, and with the help of her binoculars, she quickly counted the corpses on the ground, and counted a terrible number, sixty-seven

Counting enemies on the battlefield is as much a skill as counting the bullets in your opponent's magazine, and you don't know when another enemy will jump out of a corner and shoot at you

These sixty-seven people have all been turned into corpses, and from now on, the land here will always be fertile, and this kind of scene seems to be commonplace in this chaotic and barren land

Looking at their attire, they don't look like good people, in fact, all armed men with loaded guns and ammunition, in such a region, such a country, at such a time, there is really no way to connect with civilians

Perhaps it doesn't take much explanation to easily guess the identity of this group

But the guy who made this killing

"Devil, it's really the devil" Sally muttered to herself, repeating the shouts of those militants to the silver-armored warrior before they died, and couldn't help but shudder, if the other party used guns to kill these sixty-seven militants, she would be very surprised at most, but using a shield and sword to kill so many people, this was completely out of the range of her brain's acceptance, and there was a tendency to go down

Although her heart was full of fear, Sally swallowed her saliva, but did not retract her head, but carefully observed from a distance, alertly avoiding the sight of the silver-armored warrior

Although I don't know what material is used for the silver armor on the other party's body, you can see that although it is covered with scars, it can't hide that there are some strange patterns engraved on it, as if it was once a beautiful handicraft, but now it has gone through calamity and is full of desolation

In fact, if the J-10 itself is a handicraft, then it was taken down by two missiles together, and the remaining wreckage has indeed undergone a catastrophe

As Sally imagined, even though it was only as far away from the truth as a layer of paper, it was not far off

Her heart was beating like a drum now, pounding and pounding, but she forced herself to close her breath, set up her binoculars and watched the killing god start to clean up the scene

The silver-armored warrior groped among the corpses for a while, turned out some food and water, Sally saw this scene, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, fortunately, it was a human, not a devil, because the devil didn't need human food, but when she saw the silver-armored warrior pick a good AK47 with a good shape and a finished appearance, her heart immediately lifted, just using cold weapons is so powerful, if you take the gun again, you won't let people live