Future view.

The ability that is more common than chicken is activated without warning at this moment.

Things in the occult realm are difficult to explain clearly in one or two sentences. Most of the future that can be seen is also a little unreliable.

And this kind of unreliable thing, in addition to uncertainty, often has phases.

If people are in the fog, boundless, groping forward, there will always be occasional luck, encounter one or two street lights, illuminate the surrounding square inch, see some things clearly, often that's all, farther away, you can't see the real. This type of light source is the anchor point engraved on the timeline.

With the help of them, Tong Yao saw a part of the matter clearly, and this part of the matter foreshadowed destruction.

Tong Yao's feet did not stop, bent over and ran quickly, suddenly exerted force, lightly jumped over the 1.5-meter-high barbed wire, and when he landed, because of his inner panic, he accidentally stepped on a few dead leaves, making a chirping sound.

The two induction thunders jumped up, Tong Yao's pupils contracted, and with a push of his hand, an invisible force wrapped the induction thunder and suddenly repelled it. The induction thunder flew out four or five meters away and exploded, and the firelight illuminated every inch of the land.

The footsteps behind him suddenly intensified.

Tong Yao jumped short, threw himself to the side, and at the same time turned the muzzle of the gun and sprayed a tongue of fire towards the back.

Someone screamed and fell, and more bullets vented in retaliation, and dust splashed everywhere they had been standing.

The only benefit of the sudden microwave jamming bomb is to plunge the surroundings into absolute darkness. The lighting lines and the central control system were destroyed by short waves, and the patrols and pursuers could only look for the enemy in the dim moonlight, and the strong flashlight did not dare to use it, and in this dark night, it was tantamount to telling everyone that I was here.

The muzzle flame will also expose the target, and one shot must be fired to change places.

Under the cover of night, Tong Yao is not easy, there are a few hunters on the opposite side, good at tracking targets in various extreme environments, she has turned back several times, rushed left and right, and constantly left chaotic and noisy traces, confusing the public, but the opposite side can always find useful information from the chaos, and track it all the way.

The rumbling of the chariot could already be heard, and the mechanical tracked chariot with a very low level of technology did not seem to be suppressed by high-tech microwave weapons, and the engine roared furiously. The muzzle of the 85mm gun was rotating, and after adjusting several directions, it was stationed, and there was a faint red glow flashing at the end of the flame suppressor.

In this terrible geography, it couldn't be worse against a composite vehicle.

It was not only Tong Yao who had a green face, but even Pat, who had carved a gap in the left flank, was faintly worried, and Jonathan had converged, and the assault force had risen to a new level again. The opposite side was faintly pressed over, and under the head of the three nano carriers, it was difficult for ordinary soldiers to effectively block its edge.

But the tanks are different, and one or two tanks may be scrapped in close combat, but if the distance is pulled far enough, the 85mm gun can still easily blast the nano carriers into slag.

The cannonballs did not fall on the heads of the crowd.

In the distance, the hillside exploded into a cloud of floating earth, and faintly, an arm rushed into the sky, and then fell hard.

The launch of the missile exposed the coordinates of the special squad, and the gunner knew which of the two targets was more important, so the first shell hit the top of the hill where the special squad was located.

"Withdraw," the captain wiped the blood from his face, and the shooter who was rolling and wailing on the ground on his back stepped back, and the other member fell in a pool of blood and convulsed, looking at the pool of blood that gathered into a pool under him and the deep and hideous wounds on his body, he knew that there was no help.

The missile shooter had a leg blown off, and the wail pierced the four fields.

The nearby patrol was hurrying towards this direction, and faintly, there were all kinds of chattering sounds in all directions, including the slight sound of the grass and trees being overwhelmed, and the click of bullets.

Two flares were the first to appear on the sunny side of the hillside, and all of a sudden they were illuminated in four miles, and the dazzling light was like two small suns, three directions, and more than a dozen beating flames "fluttered".

The dust was flying, there was no shelter on the top of the hillside, only a few pieces of limestone that had gone through the vicissitudes of wind and rain, and could not withstand the continuous strafing of rifle bullets, and the stone powder swished down, and the huge rock weighing more than 500 catties was full of cracks.

The captain carrying the wounded had too big a target, and there was no way to hide.

The large-caliber heavy machine gun opened fire on the mountainside, and the fire support hand jumped out and swept half a week with the machine gun of the new era squad in his hand, the caliber of this machine gun reached 12.7, but the gun weighed 14 kg, which was less than half of the famous Browning heavy machine gun in the old era, and the ammunition load was as high as 150 rounds, which greatly increased the duration of fire.

The terrifying bullets swept past in a fan-shaped plane, breaking all the obstacles along the way into slag, cutting down the grass in pieces, cutting off the thick trees at the mouth of the bowl, not to mention the human body, and the internal organs of the limbs were flying, and the tragic situation was extremely terrifying.

The firepower on the opposite side suddenly decreased.

Soon the patrol fired back, and two RpG7 rockets roared in. The fire support hand cursed: "the trough", tumbling down the dirt slope, two flames exploded one after the other, the flames were raging, and the rubble was flying.

The assault man jumped out, rhythmically striking short shots, beckoned to the rest of his companions, and several men alternately took cover and walked towards the shady side of the hillside, where a large number of tripmines and traps were laid out, which were initially used as a retreat route plan. It's just that the slope is a little steep, and the rocks are craggy and difficult to walk.

The patrol surrounded and gave full pursuit.

Tong Yao took out a few smoke bombs, pulled open the safety pin, and threw one away after a few steps, and smoke of various colors suddenly filled his back. At night, the smoke bombs are actually ineffective, mainly to interfere with the hunters who are chasing after them and have a keen sense of smell.

Two figures jumped out of the four directions, it was the soldiers who answered Tong Yao, several people shot alternately, some people leaned over to help Tong Yao, it could be seen that she was very tired, and she was injured, and there were blood stains on her clothes.

Before the person could lean over, she pushed him away, "Where's Pat?" ”

The soldier who came up pointed to the back in confusion, she couldn't care about this group of people, and hurriedly trotted over. A few people hurriedly followed, confused, "Captain.... Captain Tong, you are injured, hurry up and let the little one bandage you. ”

"Get out!" Tong Yao turned his head and scolded viciously, and the other party retreated abruptly.

"Pat, go, take the rest of the people, go back, don't storm the level, hurry, run, run."

"What?" Pat put his hand next to his ear, curled his eyebrows and asked, "What?" "He was standing on a slope with a machine-gun position on his left, constantly spitting tongues of fire against the opposing clusters.

The sound of the machine gun was too loud, and the distance between the two was too far, so far that Tong Yao shouted hoarsely, and Pat, who was known for his perception, couldn't hear it clearly, only smelled it intermittently, and ran ...... Run..... and so on.

At this time, there was a buzzing roar in the sky, and Tong Yao pointed to the sky and shouted hoarsely: "Run!" ”

"Withdraw! Withdraw, quick, leave the machine guns alone, let's go. Pat pulled up the soldiers on both sides and dragged them back, while his mind activated, and countless commands were directly conveyed to the minds of the soldiers advancing on the front line.

Two Apaches, two Chinooks, and one Flint came from far and near.

Seven AIm air-to-surface missiles formed the first wave of strikes, radar stations, anti-aircraft missile launchers, ammunition warehouses, barracks and maintenance factories were taken care of, and all the air defense forces on the opposite side were paralyzed in just one round.

The flames and smoke from the explosion billowed up, the ammunition depot exploded under the missile strike, and the shock wave shook out, mixed with billowing hot flames, and Tong Yao, a kilometer away, could feel the rolling heat wave in his face.

The Apache circled around the camp, with a short wing under each of the fuselage's wings, each with two hardpoints, and an M-261 19-pack 2.75-inch Sea Serpent-70 rocket launcher mounted on the hardpoint. At this moment, rockets are being thrown at the crowded area, and the ground is in flames.

An M-203E-1 30mm single-barreled chain gun under the nose of the aircraft is in harvesting mode, with a rate of fire of 625 rounds per minute, harvesting large swaths of the fleeing soldiers below, breaking them into pieces.

Another Apache with a Hellfire mounted on it flew low over the tank repair shop, destroying the armored vehicles parked in the square one by one. A series of 30mm bullets were fired, and on the airport runway, two lonely, Su-35s, which had just been dragged out of the warehouse, were beaten into scrap metal by large-caliber bullets.

A hellfire drilled into the large warehouse where the fighters were stored, and under the roaring fireball, the warehouse burned, and countless crew maintenance personnel who were on fire screamed and escaped, constantly fluttering and wailing on the ground, and gradually turned into charcoal.

Chinook transport planes hovered over the camp, and groups of armed men descended to the ground through the rope and began to clear the interior of the nearby buildings with guns.

In a fan-shape, in teams of five, they forced the nearby armed men to drive towards the center of the camp.

Silver-white, twin-rotor flintfire helicopters silently descended above them.

The armed men who landed tacitly began to retreat.

The bottom hatch was wide open, and the roar of the wind and tide of high-power turbine rotation resounded in the sky above, and the fine silver-white dust was like a magic wand in the hands of a fairy, swaying into pieces, with a glittering magic powder, shining like a diamond under the light of the surrounding flames, dazzling.

In this dreamy and blurry scene, the rescue society even forgot to pull the trigger at one point, and stood stupidly on the spot, some people hid in the building, looked through the window, and some people walked out of the trench and reached out to pick it up.

The battlefield suddenly became quiet, and only the swishing sound of "snow" falling could be heard.

The "snow" fluttered down, and a hand with a shabby, dirty tactical glove reached out to catch a falling snowflake, which swirled, popped, and made a subtle sound in the rough folded palm.

The boy watched with some amazement as the silver-white snowflakes fell behind the tactical gloves, and a small cluster of flames sparked and the flames spread completely, burning the whole hand, and the severe pain made the face distort instantly, and the previous joy turned into hysteria and weeping.

The screams didn't last long.

The flames enveloped his entire body, and he saw that he was running on the empty street, and the flames burned all over his body. He fell headlong and never got up again, but the flame never went out, but burned more and more.

White phosphorus bomb!

At night, it was a terrible scene of hell on earth, and even the perpetrators couldn't bear to look at it directly.

The flint fire raised the altitude of the aviation and swept away.

The fire is raging, and most of the building materials in the rescue camp are made of fireproof materials, but under the phosphorus powder in the sky, these fire-resistant materials actually violate the principle of matter, burn, the fire is getting bigger and bigger, and the whole camp is wailing.

The fire people sprang out from all corners of the building, running and jumping, dancing their teeth and claws, madly dancing the dance of death, and then falling to the ground and struggling, dying in agony.

The flames burned people, looking at the purgatory created by their own hands, the armed men of the Habsburgs looked indifferently and indifferently. The raging fire reflected their dark and hideous faces, and the eyes of each pair of eyes were full of struggling fire men.

The commander, Lieutenant Colonel Lovegood, took one last indifferent look at the scene in front of him, made a gesture, and followed him by the good hands of the family, who were also the leaders of each group in this mission operation. After so many years of fighting, many things no longer need to be commanded in words, often with a look, a gesture, the people below will understand, and execute.

One hundred and fifty people turned into a large net, scattered, and surrounded the four fields with sporadic gunfire.

There were 2,000 people in the rescue committee, and although the attack came suddenly and caught off guard, it was still a little difficult to completely wipe out the 2,000 people in such a large area.

The main force has been completely disabled, and the rest are some stragglers who have fled into the four fields, and this part is more than enough to be handed over to the special soldiers who are good at following and chasing.

Patra was still in a state of shock, unable to help himself for a long time.

"Don't look at it, let's go." Pat had palpitations, if Tong Yao hadn't risked his death to call the police and evacuate early, they would have been affected by this round of blows.

"It's the sons of bitches at the Clock Tower." Rako's tone was inaudible as joy or sadness.

"It doesn't matter who it is, seeing that we are correct, now that the situation is so chaotic, how can the other side care if it is friend or foe, if we don't leave, even we will be in the same pot." Pat dragged him anxiously, his bulky and tall figure motionless, and finally Ricco sighed lonely, patted Pat on the shoulder, turned his head and strode towards the rear.

There are less than a hundred soldiers left, most of them are wounded, even Tong Yao and Hornason were also wounded, Hornason was shot in the calf, two sturdy soldiers hurriedly made a stretcher on the spot, and carried him away, Tong Yao was not seriously injured, his shoulder was shot through by a rifle, he wore a new type of body armor, the wound was not serious, and the blood was stopped with hemostatic spray, which did not hinder the action.

She was a little disgraced, but she was inexplicably happy in her heart.

When the battle is over, go home.