The dawn is originally the most beautiful thing, and it always brings a glimmer of hope to those in the darkness. In the desert, there are yellow sands, no wind and waves, and a few drought-tolerant plants survive tenaciously in the desert.
Ian was holding a telescope and lying on a heavily weathered rock half exposed on the beach. At this time, he was looking at the situation around him. The Marines behind him were on guard nervously.
After running around all night, he led the Marine team and was far away from the artillery fire on the battlefield. According to the positioning information sent by the intelligence department, the target to be tracked should be within a few dozen kilometers of this area.
This is a blind spot. Helicopters carrying precision instruments cannot fly here at all. After more than an hour of searching, nothing was found. If we retreat at this time, it means that the mission has failed. At this time, Ian Wan is eager for revenge.
Unwanted.
"Major, what should we do now? Are we going to wait here for the temperature to rise in the desert and turn it into a roast pig?" A Marine holding a Binka rifle said to his commander through the headset, although everyone
They had all undergone rigorous land warfare training, but after a night of running around and more than an hour of searching, with their professional knowledge, they had almost turned this sea of sand over.
"We will never go back until we complete the mission!" Facing the Marine, Ian used cold words to block his resentment.
"The information is absolutely correct!" Ian secretly made up his mind, even if he digs three feet into the ground, he must find Alfred, the bastard. Otherwise, let alone revenge for the dead brothers of the 45th Battalion, this war will be over.
It will continue because Alfred is alive. When the time comes, more Mainz soldiers will die in the war.
Could it be that they are underground? But, if so, our detection equipment, although it cannot receive the network in this blind spot, can at least detect it. However, the detection equipment shows that there is no heat source here at all.
Just as Ian continued to look around with the binoculars, suddenly, a Marine soldier next to him shouted: "Major, look, there is a figure floating somewhere at nine o'clock!"
At this time, the sun slowly rose from the east, and the sunlight gradually became hotter. The wind slowly picked up in the sky, and the yellow sand blew up, and the surrounding world suddenly turned gray.
Ian heard the soldier shouting, and immediately took the binoculars and looked towards the nine o'clock direction. Sure enough, not far away, in the sight of the sand dancing in the sky that had been blown by the increasingly fierce wind, several black figures were slowly moving towards the sky.
Because the wind and sand blocked his sight, even though Ian held the most advanced electronic telescope, he still couldn't see the other party's face clearly.
It would not be a good idea to suddenly appear in this environment! Ian thought like this and shouted to the soldiers around him: "Snipers are ready, other fire support, prepare to fight!"
Ian gave an order, and the well-trained soldiers around him immediately started moving. Ian also held a Barrett sniper rifle and pointed the crosshair at the black figures. Major General Harris had already given the order.
He has the absolute right to kill, so they have the power to eliminate any threat.
Now he was facing an unpredictable threat, and naturally he had the obligation to eliminate it. Ian held his breath and gently pressed his hand on the trigger.
"Come on, you bastard, just show up!" Ian thought of this and said into the headset: "Attention, all combat teams, if the target is within a hundred meters, shoot it immediately!"
"The sniper team is ready!"
"The vitality support team is ready!"
"The backup team is ready. Haha, I'm so exhausted after one night. I can't wait any longer!"
Ian listened to the reports from each team and felt a little reassured. While adjusting his shooting breathing, he said: "Don't take it lightly, be sure to leave a living person as a guide!"
The single-line connected walkie-talkie, now that all contact signals have been lost, is the only way to keep in touch with his soldiers.
As Ian finished his final order, the headset fell into silence.
As time passed, the figure seemed to be moving slowly, but the sight of the sniper rifle always showed that the test distance remained unchanged.
The surroundings also became silent, and it seemed that only Ian was left in the world. No matter how good his military and mental qualities were, he could not bear this kind of loneliness.
The hand he pressed on the trigger was soaked with sweat, and the wind and sand hit his face, causing pain.
There is still silence all around, the test data in the crosshair remains unchanged, and the figure in the distance is still floating. What is going on? According to the visual distance, even if you crawl, you can crawl over, but in the sight
What’s going on with the data!
Ian couldn't help but said into the headset: "Each team will report the situation!"
Silence...
Ian was shocked and called: "Each combat team reports the situation!"
In the headset, there was still silence, a dead silence.
Ian stood up with a roar. Fortunately, he was wearing sand-proof glasses, otherwise the wind and sand would have blinded his eyes. However, even so, his vision was still blurry.
Ian stood up, turned his head, and just turned his head, only to find that his comrade not far away was surrounded by two people wearing black robes. The comrades were covered with thin tubes, and these two wearing
The man in black robe was greedily sucking on the tube with his mouth, and did not stop his movements at all because Ian stood up.
They wore skull masks, and the tube was inserted directly from the mouth of the mask. The other end of the tube was directly inserted into the aorta of the soldier's neck. It was obviously sucking blood. In the wind and sand, Ian saw this soldier.
Their legs were still twitching slightly, and the whistling of the wind and sand covered up their swallowing sounds.
Ian is a commander who has participated in hundreds of battles, commanded many tragic battles, and carried out countless special missions. However, the scene in front of him was so horrific that he was completely stunned.
Huh... Along with the yellow sand, one of the men in black robes seemed to be full. He pulled out the tube from the lying soldier's neck and stood up. A wisp of blood that had not yet been sucked in fell on the
On the robe of the black-robed warrior, as soon as he stood up, he spotted Ian dozens of meters away. He quickly picked up the crescent-shaped sickle in his hand, stepped on the yellow sand, and rushed toward Ian.
Came over.
Although Ian was stunned, he still had the ability to react. He knew that at this distance, shooting with a sniper rifle would be torn into pieces by the weapon in the opponent's hand before he could even aim.
He decisively threw away the sniper rifle in his hand, took out the Desert Eagle pistol he was wearing, and shot at the man in black robes repeatedly. He was quite confident in shooting with his pistol. He was once a shooting champion in a pistol competition.
, but this time, he miscalculated.
The man in black robe was very fast, and his constant evasive movements did not affect his forward speed at all. In an instant, he reached Ian with the sickle in his hand, and slashed at his neck with the sword.
Ian was shocked. This speed, and on the difficult sandy ground, was simply not human speed.
Seeing that the blade was about to wipe his neck, Ian had no choice but to lean back and fall to the ground in time. But even so, the sharp blade and the speed of the man in black still cut off the piece on the bridge of his nose.
Anti-sand glasses.
The yellow sand was blown into Ian's nose by the strong wind, making it difficult for him to breathe. However, Ian knew that the opponent's attacks would definitely follow. He lay on the enemy's body and assessed the opponent's distance.
, rushed forward, hugged the opponent's legs, and pulled hard. In the flash of lightning, he pulled out a paratrooper knife from his boots, squinted his eyes and stabbed the man in black, blurred by the wind and sand.
For a while, I didn't know whether I had hit the opponent's vital point or not. I only gave up when I felt that the opponent was no longer turbulent.
Ian didn't have time to stop. He knew that there was another man in black in front of him. He fumbled and took out another M7 pistol from his body. Just like the one who was still sucking blood, it seemed that the death of his companion had not moved at all.
A man in black.
Ian rushed a few meters behind him, pointed his pistol at his head, half-opened his eyes, and pulled the trigger without any reason.
And the man in black seemed to move faster. He seemed to be able to predict the danger behind him. He turned around and dodged the bullet just when the gun was fired. Poof, the bullet hit the body of the lying soldier. The powerful
The force of the impact caused his body to move.
Ouch! The man in black robe jumped up from the ground with a strange cry and hugged Ian's legs. Suddenly, Ian's legs seemed to be entangled with vines, and he was unsteady. He immediately freed his hands and wanted to hold them.
The paratrooper knife stabbed at the enemy, but the opponent took advantage of his unsteady steps and dropped himself to the ground with a bang. Then, a withered hand caught his neck, and the other hand took it from his body.
He pulled out a sickle with a brilliant name and aimed it at Ian's neck.
In an instant, Ian felt it was difficult to breathe. At this critical moment, he let go of the paratrooper knife, grabbed the opponent's arm holding the sickle, and used his other hand with all his strength not to care about the opponent's neck, but stuck it.
The other person's neck.
In close contact, Ian felt that his hand was stuck on the other person's neck, as if a bone was stuck. He couldn't care less at this time. He had already been pinched by the other person and just wanted to turn up. At the moment of life and death,
Only in a desperate attempt, he increased the strength in his hands, then twisted and pinched, and only heard a click, and the opponent's hand holding the sickle and holding his neck suddenly relaxed.
"Cough cough cough..." Ian coughed and pushed the opponent away in disgust. After experiencing two fierce life-and-death battles in succession, Ian had exhausted all his strength.
He had strength, but Ian still didn't dare to stop. He touched the pistol scattered on the ground, rolled over and started fighting. He fired three consecutive shots at the corpse lying on the ground, and then kicked the opponent's corpse. After finding that there was no response,
Then he took a long breath.
However, when he turned around, his eyes widened in the blur of wind and sand, and he couldn't help but murmured to himself: "My God!"