In the sunless desert that has been covered by yellow sand, there is a faint darkness, walking towards me with strange steps.
Ian sat down on the ground and looked at the dark area. Even though he had experienced hundreds of battles, he had lost the courage to continue fighting against this dark crowd. However, he still held the pistol in his hand unconsciously.
Lifted feebly.
"Hey hoo, hey hoo!" The black-robed warriors, who were gathered together in the dark, were shouting neatly, walking towards Ian. The voice was scary and mysterious, and the steps were neat and powerful, not affected by the wind and sand at all.
move.
Although they were still dozens of meters away, Ian could even hear the smell of blood coming from their bodies.
Suddenly, Ian smiled bitterly: "Unexpectedly, I am dedicated to counter-terrorism, but I would die in the hands of such a terrorist today!" He took out the grenade hanging on his chest and put down the pistol. If his prediction was good, his own
The combat team has not made a counterattack for so long, so it must have been wiped out. Naturally, he can't forget the bloodthirsty scene that just happened to his comrades. He doesn't want to be sucked dry of blood and become buried in the sand.
A mummy in the sea.
Ian closed his eyes. Alfred was not dead yet, and all the soldiers still had to fight. He shouted: "You evil terrorist, I will never let you go even if I am a ghost!" He closed his eyes.
After speaking to the black shadow in the yellow sand, he bit the string in his mouth and pulled hard.
The fuse of a grenade lasts three seconds, while the J57 grenade used for offensive attacks by special forces only lasts 2.7 seconds! Ian has already begun silently counting down his life.
At this time, when the strange black-robed warrior's voice came closer and closer to his ears, Ian, who was waiting for God to come and prepare to meet death, suddenly felt that his hands were empty, and then, with a loud noise, Ian
En found that his body was pulled lightly by some force, and it seemed to rise into the air.
Thinking for a moment, Ian still closed his eyes: "Is this heaven? With the killing record I created, I should go to hell!"
Wow, Ian fell heavily into the yellow sand. He smiled bitterly and said to himself: "Sure enough, I still went to hell!"
He opened his eyes, only to hear the sound of bullets swishing next to his ears. A large area of the crowd dozens of meters in front of him was knocked down at once.
"Haha, it seems that this Allied soldier was completely frightened. He really enjoyed it!" Ian tilted his head. Next to him, a white man in ragged clothes but extremely strong muscles was holding a weapon and pointing at the black robe not far away.
Group of soldiers shooting.
"Who are you? Are there still people in hell holding such weapons? Freedom fighters? Or reactionary armed forces?" Unexpectedly, in this desolate hell, someone appeared, holding a weapon. Ian had just returned from death.
I struggled online and looked at the middle-aged white man in front of me, who was actually holding a modern Jack firearm. I was dumbfounded and couldn't tell the difference.
"You are from Mainz!" At this moment, a cold voice came from beside Ian.
As soon as Ian turned his head, he found a yellow-skinned man pointing a gun at him coldly, and shot without hesitation.
Ah! Although he was determined to die, this momentary panic couldn't help but make him scream. He knew what it felt like to be hit by a bullet.
However, the bullet flew past his ear. Based on his hearing, he seemed to have hit something. A sticky substance splashed on the back of his neck, and then mixed with yellow sand.
The smell of blood came.
Chen Cao raised his gun, walked up behind Ian, fired two additional shots at the black-robed soldier who was trying to rush up, and then said to Ian in Mainz language: "Look, you haven't lost your fighting ability yet."
Well, I can’t carry your weight of 100 kilograms!"
"You are human!" Ian said: "You can even speak the Mainz language."
Before Chen Cao could speak, another voice came from beside him.
"Yellow-skinned boy, this guy is stupid. There are more and more of those ghost guys in front of us. Let's retreat first!" a Kokkola veteran beside him said while shooting.
"Can you still leave? I don't want to go with you behind my back!" Chen Cao nodded to the veteran, and after speaking, he extended his hand to Ian.
Ian did not extend his hand. In the yellow sand, he could not clearly see the face of the yellow-skinned man in front of him. He was still trying hard not to accept this reality.
The black-robed soldiers in front had already formed a tactical movement. After being sniped by thermal weapons, they quickly took out their weapons and fought back, rushing over one after another.
Seeing that the white man in front of him didn't respond, Chen Cao slapped him in the face and shouted: "Wake up and retreat quickly!" After saying that, he pulled Ian up and waved to his teammates.
Disappear into the yellow sand first.
At this time, Ian had already heard the whining sounds coming from behind, and the gunshots were becoming more and more intensive. He turned his head, and the yellow sand had already fascinated his eyes, and the black figures were still there.
, he finally returned to reality. It seemed that he had been saved. After all, the special veteran. He picked up the automatic rifle on the ground and quickly fired at the several black-robed soldiers who were following him, while fighting.
Let's go and exit this sea of sand.
The wind and sand outside were still there, and in the cave, several former Kokkola veterans were changing their trophies, which were clothes and other materials removed from the corpses of the Mainz army, and they did not make any tut-tsk sounds.
Chen Cao held the rifle in his hand and looked coldly at Mosheka, who was wearing a digital camouflage uniform. Ian, who had just been rescued, had his weapons forcibly taken away and his hands and feet were tied. He was still standing aside, looking at
The group of strong veterans were playing around with the relics and weapons of their comrades.
However, after all, he saved me, he was too embarrassed to say anything. He could only look at the yellow-skinned man and this beautiful white woman in front of him, and wanted to ask, what the hell is going on? Not long ago,
He was still the commander of the elite troops of the Mainz Democratic Federation, but now he was a prisoner. Moreover, this group of people looked like bandits.
The wind and sand outside didn't seem to have any intention of stopping, and they were still making wild screams.
Mosika was sitting on the side, with a pair of blue eyes, without any murderous intent, just looking at the Dachen man in front of her, her fair face turned slightly red from being stared at by Chen Cao.
However, she knew that what was coming out of this man's mouth was not a good thing!
Chen Cao took out a blood-stained launcher from his pocket and threw it over: "This is your thing, take it!"
Mosika opened her little mouth, as if she wanted to explain, but in the end she didn't say anything. She lowered her head, took the transmitter, which was smaller than a button, and kneaded it silently in the palm of her hand.
Chen Cao added: "You broke your promise, I completed the deal, but you broke the rules, and all my comrades entered the land of life and death!"
Mosika said aggrievedly, with tears in her eyes: "I have an organization, but their captain insists on following the girl and following the route she designated to rescue you. There is nothing I can do!
"
Chen Cao's eyelids drooped: "Forget it, it's useless to say anything now. You said you left them the signal transmitter, I think it's useless, there is no signal at all!"
Moshe Kaba looked at the signal transmitter buckled from his body, his face was rosy, but he murmured to himself: "You know, I have to be responsible for the entire organization, to support this group of heroes fighting for Kokola, and to
Tracking Alfred, given the situation at that time, it was impossible for me to allocate my strength to help them, not to mention, I think they are very strong!"
Chen Cao didn't speak anymore, stood up, checked his firearms, then loaded the magazines into his bullet belt one by one, and stroked the two parting pairs that Duan Tianya gave to him, which were modified from ancient swords.
The daggers were captured by Isterov with help from a jihadist commander. It seemed that no matter what he did, these two daggers would eventually return to his hands. Was this his fate?
And now, Zhou Hongye was sent to the vultures of Mimilu by Isterov, the king of spies. He believed that, and the receiving signal from the vultures was quickly sent, Chen Cao was relieved about this.
With the information that Zhou Hongye had swallowed, he believed that his mission had been completed, but now, what was he going to do? Yes, to save his brothers. They were elite warriors, heroic warriors, and they actually
For a lie told by Yu Hongxiu, he dared to put himself in danger easily. With this courage and loyalty, could he give up on them like this? In that case, would he still be a human being? If so, how could he still learn so many military skills?
What’s the use!
"I must rescue them!" Chen Cao, holding an automatic rifle, his eyes suddenly filled with murderous intent, walked to the entrance of the cave, looked at the furious yellow sand outside, and thought to himself.
However, at this moment, suddenly, a pair of slender arms hugged him.
Chen Cao was slightly shocked. Since entering 0611, he couldn't remember how long it had been since he had hugged the opposite sex or the feeling of being hugged by the opposite sex.
At this time, it was Mosika who was holding him. Her plump peaks were pressed against his back. In the hot environment, they looked hot and full, making her whole heart warm.
In the past, she might have thought that Mosika had a "male body" and never noticed it, but now, it felt so strange. Chen Cao didn't say anything. He knew that no matter how charming or true-hearted the woman in front of him was, he would always be there.
He is a highly trained Kokkola agent.
There was a slight gasp from behind, and even a hint of crying: "Chen Cao, don't go, okay? It's all my fault, okay? If you go like this, you will only die. Those black-robed warriors
Not only are there a large number of people, but their individual combat effectiveness is also very strong. Their base is so big, this is simply an impossible task!"
Chen Cao raised his eyelids, turned his head slightly, gently opened Moshe Ka's hand on his chest, and said lightly: "I am a soldier!"