Chapter 121 Become the sixth person lurking in the dark
Boom!
The helicopter was smashed into two pieces, fell to the ground and exploded. As the flames rose, Song Xuan's whole body flashed out of the explosion like a blue phantom.
Looking at the blazing flames, he looked calm and there was no wave in his eyes.
Technological products are very powerful, but if he has practiced to his level, ordinary firearms will hardly be able to do anything to him.
Unless there is a large-scale artillery fire, otherwise in this battlefield, it is not a big problem for him to simply protect himself.
Of course, if you say that the United States used atomic bombs, then pretend that Song Xuan never said it.
A huge murder weapon like the atomic bomb, not to mention that he was still in the innate realm, even if he stepped into the master realm, he had no hope of surviving the terrifying shock wave.
Turning around, looking at the shocked eyes, Song Xuandao said: "It's not suitable to stay here for a long time, we have to move as soon as possible!"
Wu Qianli immediately ordered the Seventh Company to continue marching, but he walked quickly to Song Xuan and asked in a low voice: "Taoist Master, it turns out that you can really fly into the sky and escape from the earth?"
Song Xuan waved his hand and said with a smile: "I really don't know how to fly to the sky and escape from the earth. People who practice Taoism only have better physiques, can jump higher than others, and have more strength. There is nothing else.
These are all very scientific. As communist fighters, we must be scientific and not feudal and superstitious!"
Wu Qianli glanced at his mouth speechlessly, I believe you!
This Taoist priest talks nonsense but not a word of truth!
The army continued to advance, but the eyes of the soldiers in the team looked at Song Xuan, full of reverence and excitement.
We are all young people, who doesn’t have a dream to fight in the world with a sword?
If the timing hadn't been right now, they would have surrounded Song Xuan to become his disciple!
The legendary swordsman, I finally saw him alive today, how could he not be excited?
The seventh company was called the seventh interleaved company, and its marching speed was indeed impressive.
On this mountain road with howling mountain winds, everyone hurriedly marched for dozens of miles. After dark, they began to rest and sleep in a cave that could accommodate hundreds of people.
At midnight, snowflakes began to fall in the sky.
Song Xuan opened his eyes from meditating, looked at the small valley below the mountain, and said to Wu Qianli: "There is a battle below the mountain!"
Wu Qianli was startled and listened carefully. He only heard the howling of the wind outside the cave, but nothing else could be heard at all.
Song Xuandao: "It's true, you guys are getting ready to fight. I'll go down the mountain alone to see the situation first."
Wu Qianli subconsciously wanted to object, but Song Xuan smiled and said: "Don't worry, with my strength, it's no problem to leave!"
Thinking of Taoist Song's feat today of cutting down a plane with one sword, Wu Qianli smiled bitterly, "Go ahead and leave as soon as you find out the situation clearly. Don't take any risks.
No matter how powerful you are, you are still made of flesh and blood, can you still withstand bullets and cannons?"
Song Xuan just nodded without any rebuttal. He couldn't tell them that he could not only masturbate but also dismantle tanks with his bare hands, right?
For these proletarian fighters, this is too ruinous.
There was snow in the sky, and the ground was completely white. Song Xuan was like a ghost in the mountains, constantly changing his figure in the night, and finally lurked behind a huge rock near the valley.
Through the cover of the boulders, he could see that there were two small armies of several hundred people fighting in the valley.
One group is an old American army wearing thick military uniforms, wearing helmets and holding submachine guns in their hands, and the other group is a volunteer soldier who is responsible for sniping at the enemy and covering the evacuation of North Korean people.
Song Xuan observed for a moment and could confirm that the U.S. military had the absolute upper hand by taking advantage of artillery fire and automated weapons.
If the battle drags on until dawn and waits for U.S. fighter jets to arrive for support, it will be difficult for the unnumbered volunteer company below to escape the fate of being wiped out.
Song Xuan did not charge immediately, but hid behind a boulder, pulled out the Mosingana rifle awarded to him by the Seventh Company from behind, loaded the bullet, and aimed at a US machine gunner.
Bang!
The fire suddenly appeared, the bullet came out of the boring hole, and then, a flash of blood appeared in his field of vision.
A bloody hole appeared between the machine gunner's eyebrows, and then the opponent's body didn't even twitch twice, and he lay straight on the ground.
A smile appeared on Song Xuan's lips.
Very good. After the Wu Dynasty entered the industrialization era in the last world, he also played with rifles several times. I have to say that the stability of this Mosingana rifle is very good. As soon as you get started, the feeling of long-range sniping comes over you.
Already.
After loading the bullet again, this time, Song Xuan almost took aim and pulled the trigger.
Then, a soldier in the US artillery platoon who was loading artillery shells was killed directly. In this vast white sky and earth, the blood was particularly conspicuous.
Different from the feeling of rushing up to the enemy's position and killing them all, this feeling of being the sixth enemy in the dark gave Song Xuan a sense of excitement that he had not seen for a long time.
This kind of artillery fire made his blood start to boil even with the excitement of a naive person eating chicken.
Next, he began to transform into the god of death in the dark night.
The mental power of an innate warrior allowed Song Xuan to observe any changes on the battlefield at any time, and then specially select non-commissioned officers, officers and the like in the US military to snipe.
Every time a bullet is fired, a US officer will be hit in the middle of the eyebrow and his consciousness will be instantly destroyed, and he will fall straight into the snow.
"Fuck! There's a sniper on the other side!"
"Find it, find the sniper quickly and kill him!"
In the US military position, an officer kept cursing and shouting loudly. Then the next moment, his face froze, a blood flower bloomed between his eyebrows, and then he fell to the ground with his head raised.
And with his death, Song Xuan's hiding place seemed to be exposed. A bullet whizzed past his ear, and was narrowly avoided by him.
At the same time, several tanks in the US camp also began to turn their guns and fire towards the location of the boulder.
boom!
Fire splashed everywhere, gravel penetrated the air, and the boulder was instantly blasted into rubble. However, Song Xuan, who was hiding behind, had long since disappeared. In this vast night, everything seemed a little strange.
"Who on earth are we fighting?!"
Inside the tank, an observer poked his head out and looked into the distance with a telescope, eager to know where the sniper who killed more than a dozen of his own officers was hiding.
After searching for a long time, there was no trace of Song Xuan. When he was about to close the tank lid and take his head back, he was shocked to find that a slender and powerful hand pressed on his head without knowing when, and then
, his head began to be forcibly rotated uncontrollably.
Click, the sound of the neck being broken was heard!