The three lines of defense consisting of barbed wire, mine arrays and infrared rays could only delay Tong Yao for less than thirty seconds. When she entered the forward base, Tong Yao didn't carry anything on her, for people like her, there is not much need for weapons without weapons, since she dares to come in alone, then she can find a deadly guy from any inconspicuous corner as a weapon.

In the dense environment of buildings, for Tong Yao, the weapons in the hands of the enemy can be regarded as hers. Instead, she needs to watch out for advanced detection devices like metal detectors.

Tong Yao sneaked in the dark, gradually moving towards the center of the forward base, there were no extra materials and energy in the wilderness to set up a suspicious formation, so from the distribution of the alert force and the direction of the power supply line, it was easy to judge the location of the enemy's command center. Under the infrared vision, none of the hidden sentinels everywhere could escape her senses.

Tong Yao observed the route of the mobile post for a while, and chose a dead end, and a soldier with a gun walked in front of her, shook his hand behind his back, stripped off his pants, and swayed at the grass in the distance.

Tong Yao leaned over from behind, her footsteps were silent, even on this dirt road full of gravel and gravel, there was still no sound, a few tenths of a second, Tong Yao pulled out the dagger inserted in the opponent's tactical clip and stabbed it into the opponent's artery, and at the same time cut off his vocal cords, the soldier's eyes widened, and the corners of his mouth were blistering with blood, but he couldn't make any sound, and he struggled a few times in vain, and swallowed his last breath.

Tong Yao dragged the soldier to bury it behind the grass, took off the rifle, pulled the bolt and looked inside, the parts were carefully occupied, the structure was simple and reliable, there was no trace of oil and smoke and fire inside, and the maintenance was very good.

She unloaded the magazine again with great skill, repeatedly pulled the handle, and blew into the chamber of the gun.

Immediately picked up an automatic pistol, withdrew the magazine, pulled the sleeve, and a yellow-orange Marklov nine-millimeter bullet jumped out of the shell ejection, she quickly caught it with her left hand, checked the chamber, released the sleeve, and pulled the trigger in a safe direction, making a slight click. Then the sleeve was pulled back and forth, the hammer was wrenched, and the parts of the pistol worked smoothly, and the sound of mechanical impact was crisp and pleasant.

Tong Yao's posture of examining the gun is very slippery, and at first glance, he is a veteran who has been on the death line for seven or eight years, a real shooter, and he must personally check the weapon before he can rest assured.

These two guns are firearms independently developed by the Rescue Association, with a strong Russian flavor, the pursuit of simple structure, strong ammunition wildmatch, durability, stability, and adaptability to various extreme environments.

The only drawback is that the muzzle flame and noise that match the power are relatively large, and the recoil is also very strong, which is only suitable for skilled shooters.

The bullet is a brass bullet, but the gunpowder inside is the No. 19 gunpowder developed in the new era, which has strong propulsion and deflagration, and the bullet penetration is incomparable with the weapons of the old era.

The night was quiet.

It has been seven days since the rescue society stormed Zafrol, and even if it was a shift system, the soldiers were exhausted, and most of them had already entered their dreams. The three-dimensional defense framework of the rescue will be very perfect, and under the replacement of automation, there is no need for a large number of soldiers to stand guard, so the garrison seems to be a little loose, and tomorrow will pick the final fruits of victory, to be honest, from top to bottom, with a faint looseness.

Nervous tension for a long time, and suddenly there is an outlet, people tend to be more deprived and lax.

Tong Yao's guess was right, the most dangerous place is precisely the safest.

But this security is relative, the opposing commander will not be stupid to such an extent, the reason why it seems to be a little lax, in addition to external factors, is more that the commander has full confidence in the defense system in his camp.

In a duplex, two-story building, Commander Symond was in a steaming bathroom, humming a ditty, foaming all over his face, and carefully shaving in front of a mirror. This old thing that every man would do has now become a symbol of privilege and luxury. It took nearly ten minutes for Simmond to finish his beard, put on his bathrobe, and enter the bedroom.

Perennial pampering, raised a layer of wavy-like folded floating flesh, slightly bloated, walking, seems a little slow.

He took out an open bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet and was about to pour it into the decanter when a dark figure came up.

Simmond seemed to realize that the sense of crisis developed by decades of battlefield career was not in vain, but his body was so chaffed that his reaction was not as good as before, he subconsciously reached out to rummage through the pistol in the drawer, and a thin steel wire rope came from behind, strangled his neck and twisted violently.

Simmond's strangled eyes bulged out, scratching his neck with one hand and slamming his elbow at the man who grabbed him with the other.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a delicate little woman.

Simmond is a tall man, and taking advantage of his size, he slammed backwards. The stomach suddenly ached, and the body involuntarily stiffened. The other party moved faster than him, and punched him in the waist, it was really unimaginable that this small, thin and weak girl had so much strength that Simmond couldn't even straighten his waist.

The girl suddenly jumped up, stepped on the other party's back, like an acrobat, turned over and rotated three hundred and sixty degrees, the force of the fall made up for the gap in the girl's size, the wire on her throat tightened again, and Simmond felt that it was difficult to breathe, her brain was congested, and even the figure shaking in front of her became in a trance, as if there were multiple figures constantly shaking.

Just as Simond felt like he was dying, the door was kicked open and a squad of heavily armed soldiers burst in.

Tong Yao's pupils flickered with a hint of surprise, he didn't expect the other party's reaction speed to be so fast, and the leading officer pulled out his pistol and shot continuously with a bang.

Bullets hit the wine cabinet and sawdust flew everywhere.

At this moment, he didn't have time to think about it, Tong Yao twisted Simmond's arm, pulled it in front of him as a shield, pulled out the pistol on his waist, and fired back at the opposite side.

The bullets avoided them from beginning to end, but firmly blocked the other party's possible escape route.

Tong Yao didn't have these scruples, he shot continuously with his right hand, the gun bit the flesh, and immediately put down the three people in front of him.

After all, the pistol bullet was limited, and she fired back nine shots, taking advantage of the gap in the opposite side, she raised her foot and kicked the commander to the ground, made up for him, calmly smashed through the glass window, and jumped.

This is the second floor, and the difference of four or five meters will not do anything to her, but there is a small team downstairs that is hastily transferred from a distance, and when she saw the black shadow, she hurriedly pulled out an automatic rifle and opened fire.

Bullets swept over like a torrent.

Tong Yao dodged left and right, hid behind the supporting column, took off the rifle on his back and shot at the soldiers who rushed in all directions, and the soldiers immediately prostrated on the ground, looking for cover and raising their guns to shoot back.

Scattered footsteps could be heard at the back staircase, and a group of soldiers from earlier was hurrying downstairs.

Tong Yao threw a grenade into the door, left the post and rushed out, running fast with a low body and shooting with a gun. Tong Yao is different from those soldiers, others are bursts, and the bullets are scattered as if they don't need money, while Tong Yao is a single shot, but he pulls the trigger too often, and it becomes like a burst shot.

Although she was in a state of motion, her marksmanship was very accurate, and she only used five bullets to press the seven or eight people on the opposite side to raise their heads.

There was a commotion in the distance, the sound of gunfire was an order, and the tactical literacy of the soldiers of the rescue club was vividly reflected at this moment, and in the barracks, a group of soldiers rushed out in neat clothes, and under the guidance of the officer leading the team, they began to act according to the regulations of the ordinary exercise.

On the dark hillside, the large-caliber heavy machine gun began to roar, although it was not the best opportunity, but time waited for no one, Pat and the others began to rush through the pass, starting to feint from the side, and Hornathan was like a sharp guillotine, slashing towards the opponent's storage area.

The explosions and thunders came and went, and the intelligent mines buried on the road caused Hornathan and his group of death squads to suffer heavy losses, and the machine guns on the guard tower fired at them, and the large-caliber bullets rolled up the dust on the ground one after another, and they were raised one after another, hitting people, and directly intercepting them.

The autumn wind swept away the leaves, and seven or eight death squads were blasted into a sky of flesh and blood, and at the same time bought time for Hornathan in the back, he knelt on one leg, with a single anti-tank missile on his shoulder, and turned on the battery, air conditioner switch and electronic display on the missile.

A cloud of white smoke, missile launches. The target is the opposing tanker.

Jonathan dropped the launcher and plunged headlong behind the dirt slope, a sharp bullet trailing and dusting the dirt slope.

Not far away, Tong Yao, who was running in a serpentine shape, couldn't help but feel a little remorseful, he shouldn't have done it. If you have a choice, you can do better, unlike now, although the goal is still completed, but after all, it is still a little abrupt, and it does not create a better opportunity for yourself, otherwise, you can avoid paying the price of a few more lives.

In the duplex two-story building, the soldiers were in a hurry, Tong Yao hurriedly shot the commander in the chest, not the heart, but the lungs, the soldiers resisted the table, put Simmond on the table, the surgical doctor was already on the way, all they needed to do was to use gauze to constantly plug the bubbling and bleeding gun holes, so that the commander would not lose too much blood and die.

The officer who rushed in first leaned against the railing outside the balcony, and could see that the hateful assassin was fleeing in disarray. The opponent's speed is extremely fast and his tactical moves are sophisticated, which does not look like it was trained, but sharpened on the battlefield.

Almost.

If it weren't for the improvement of the internal system of the Rescue Society, it would not have been found that there was one less mobile post.

At the same moment, the special tactical squad was also having a headache, and the whole plan was disrupted. There are still a few minutes left before the scheduled joint operation; However, the battlefield often changes suddenly, and it is impossible to honestly follow the established trajectory, and many times all kinds of accidents will always occur, which tests the quality of the leading personnel to respond to the situation on the spot, not only to coordinate the overall situation, but also to make decisions on the spot.

There are already crew members in the airport accommodation building running and dressing, and several Hind twin-engine single-rotor helicopter gunships are slowly rotating.

"Launch," the captain calmly ordered.

The shooter on one side was already ready, carrying a shoulder-fired missile, launching in a standing position. A ball of orange-red flames, different from ordinary missiles, this missile with a high level of science and technology at a glance, the speed of discharging is very fast, even the shooter is thrown out by the huge propulsion force two or three meters, and the two feet are like plowing the ground to make deep marks.

It can be seen that the shooter is a nano carrier, Rao is so, and he was also slumped on the ground by the huge recoil, and his face was dripping with cold sweat.

The shooter fired at a 45-degree angle into the sky, and after the missile was discharged, it pushed the speed to Mach 1.8 in less than 100 meters. The Rescue Society's radar is very advanced, but it can't stop missiles launched less than a kilometer away.

The anti-aircraft missile launcher has just been activated, and the missiles are already in front of them.

Above the camp, the dark night sky cut through a dazzling light, and then suddenly exploded, as if there was a stroke of genius, lightly embellishing the dome, and countless white light waves visible to the naked eye rippled, like rippling water, instantly spreading to the entire sky above the rescue camp camp.

Buzz~

The soldiers fell to the ground in pain, holding their heads and shaking continuously, and the marching procession suddenly twisted and twisted, and there seemed to be countless birds and birds roaring in their heads, and the sound was chaotic and painful for a long time.

Pieces of glass in the barracks shattered, and they were all over the place. On the three radar stations, on the rectangular transmitter racks, the plating layer covered with various electronic components and sensors suddenly burst out of large blue electric sparks, and then emitted bursts of green smoke and a smell of burnt plastic.

The hind preparing to take off, the pilot covered his face, and a row of various precision instrument panels in front of him burst out without warning of long electric sparks, and the sudden flash of bright light blinded the pilot's eyes, only to see him wailing and covering his face, crying bitterly.

The earth sank into darkness at once.

Although there was no bright light before, the light in the camp was still very sufficient, and at the moment when the missile exploded, all the routes of the illuminated area collectively lay down, and the camp suddenly fell into darkness, and sporadic gunfire continued to explode suddenly and briefly everywhere, and then annihilated.

In the dark of night was the rustling of footsteps.

Everyone hesitated for a moment, and Pat and the others did not know the situation, but they understood that the opportunity would not come again, and hurriedly took advantage of the other party's disorder to quickly escape from the north side of the camp.

Jonathan retreated with the rest of the men, following behind Pat's ass.

Tong Yao hesitated for a long time, and was about to raise his feet, when his head was in a trance, and when he looked up, the scene in front of him was replaced by a phantom.

A burning camp.

The world in front of me seems to be split into two. One is real, the other is illusory.

The real world is silent in the dark, and from time to time someone hides in a corner and pulls the trigger, the muzzle flame flickers a few times, and the occasional wind blows up the floating earth on the ground.

The world of illusions burns brightly. Some fires are real, while others are dark fires with only shadows. People were rushing to flee, and the faces of the crying and sobbing people were distorted to the extreme. The snow fell in the sky, and it was the kind of fine snow that shimmered with stars, flying away like broken jade, constantly changing shapes in the air, like delicate fairies showing graceful dancing, constantly showing their beauty to everyone.

This damn dance of death.

It's damn beautiful.

Tong Yao changed color, running with all his might, his steps were heavy and hurried, occasionally mixed with a trace of disorder and vanity, this kind of mistake should not happen to a battle-hardened veteran, although Tong Yao is not very old, but has survived in this last world for eighteen years, there should not have been this kind of misguided behavior, but, it still happened, which means that Tong Yao's mentality, since this moment, has produced a slight turmoil.

And what can shake her is the fear of approaching death.