At the end of the street on Qin Fei's right, two armed pickup trucks that were originally lying in the middle of the road had turned over on their backs and burst into flames.
Due to the great power of the explosion, the tribal militiamen hiding around the car were also affected. Many poor people whose hands and feet were cut off by the explosion were unable to die for a while, lying on the ground wailing heartbreakingly.
The firelight illuminated the nearby buildings, and blood, shadows, and people's screams and screams were mixed together, like purgatory.
Everything——
The deep gunfire of the Deshka machine gun rang out, and Qin Fei suddenly fell to the ground.
After being hit by a 12.7mm caliber bullet, even if he was taken to the morgue for plastic surgery, he would not be able to regain his original appearance.
However, Qin Fei did not hear the whistling of bullets passing over his head, nor did he see the stone chips splashed on the surrounding walls. The surroundings remained quiet, except for the screams coming from the other end of the street to his left.
Getting up from the ground, Qin Fei carefully leaned on the corner and looked towards the street on the left.
He couldn't believe his eyes.
One tribal militiaman actually controlled a Deshka machine gun and fired desperately at his accomplices.
Bullets rained down on every unlucky guy standing in front of him.
The location of this pickup truck is behind other pickup trucks and at the outermost point of the entire encirclement.
Therefore, shooting his accomplice was as easy as stabbing him in the back.
All the tribal militiamen haven't understood what happened. Their attention was originally focused on the two pickup trucks that suddenly exploded on the opposite side. Unexpectedly, behind them, the God of Death had opened his huge black robe, killing them without any trace.
Tuck it into your sleeves mercilessly.
Using a large-caliber machine gun like the Deshka to shoot at unsuspecting people is a classic of killing. Some tribal militiamen were even intercepted and cut off. Even if they were hit in the arms and legs, the huge impact and cavity effect would directly kill them.
The limbs were all broken, and the taste could only be described as super sour.
The stunned tribal militiamen didn't even know how to fight back. They just ran away desperately, even forgetting that they had an AK47 in their hands.
Death comes unexpectedly, and it is difficult for people without special training to maintain normal composure.
Just like a group of mice seeing a cat, they never forget that they are actually more numerous than the cat. If they unite, they may be able to kill the cat.
There was a huge pressure on their hearts, as if the cat would only target them and pounce on them.
No one wants to die, so everyone will choose to run away subconsciously.
On the contrary, the militiamen on the other two armed pickup trucks once wanted to turn their guns and fight back, but the "traitor" militiaman who went on a killing spree would not give them any chance.
Before they could turn around, the bullets flew out and they fell directly to the ground, never breathing again.
Click——
The Deshka machine gun fired an entire magazine.
The "traitor" militiamen did not choose to load the ammunition, but directly picked up the AK-47 hanging on their chests, knelt in the carriage and fired.
The classic short burst fire is almost perfect. Every time a shot is fired, there is always a fish that slips through the net and goes to meet God.
Qin Fei was surprised that this man's military literacy was so strong. He could almost conclude that this person was definitely not a tribal militia. If the tribal militias in a country like Yemen had this level of combat literacy, they could easily dominate the entire country.
The Middle East would not be in the situation it is today.
After using up two magazines of ammunition, the "traitor" militiamen jumped out of the car while changing ammunition, and picked up ammunition from the corpses.
Then he raised his head and waved to Qin Fei.
"Why are you still staying there? Bring your comrades over here and withdraw!"
Chinese!
It’s actually Chinese!
Qin Fei's jaw almost dropped to the ground in shock.
This is such a dream!
He couldn't help but pinch his thigh. It still hurt. It was not a dream.
"What are you doing standing there?! Waiting for others to come and surround you?! Rookie!" The "traitor" militiaman actually called out Qin Fei's nickname when he was in Unit 203.
Qin Fei's head felt as if someone had hit him with a hammer, making a loud bang.
who is he!?
Who is he!?
"Qin Fei!?" Lao Yu appeared next to Qin Fei, grabbed his shoulders and shook him heavily: "What's wrong with you? Are you injured?"
"Fuck-" Qin Fei finally came to his senses, "Look here..."
He pointed to both ends of the street.
There were corpses everywhere, dozens of people in total, as well as burning pickup trucks and wailing wounded soldiers.
"Come here, get in the car, we're going to run! Aziz is out of town. If you don't run, it's too late."
The "traitor" militiamen waved to Qin Fei again, and walked towards him, shooting all the way, killing all the militiamen who were still around. It looked like a king of hell passing by, with no grass growing.
"Huh? This person..." Old Yu narrowed his eyes and stared at that person.
"Qin Fei, who is this person?"
Seeing the situation here, Liu Hai knew without asking that this militiaman was helping him and was definitely from his side.
However, his professional habits made him very vigilant and wanted to ask what exactly happened.
After all, the situation turned around so fast that my mind couldn't even turn around.
In fact, what shocked Qin Fei was not only that this militiaman massacred dozens of tribal militiamen with one person, but also this man's voice...
Yes, he had heard it.
With his mind running rapidly, Qin Fei tried to find out where he heard this person's voice.
right!
That mysterious phone call last time, the phone call that warned me to be careful!
it's him!
"Qin Fei, who is he!?" Liu Hai continued to ask.
"Friend!" Qin Fei chose an answer that didn't require explanation. He didn't have time to explain so much now, "He's here to help us, no problem."
The man walked up to everyone, and everyone saw his face clearly.
To be precise, this man didn't show his face at all. His hair was tightly wrapped in a turban, a camouflage tactical scarf was wrapped around his neck, and he was wearing an Arab robe, no different from other militiamen.
The most impressive thing is that he wears a tactical mask on his mouth, with a skull pattern clearly printed on it. In the firelight, it looks so chilling, like an evil ghost walking out of hell.
This was not the time to inquire about identity. Everyone understood this clearly. Ge Qiming, who followed the militiaman into the car and sat down in the driver's seat, asked: "Where are you going!?"
"Turn left, enter the side alley, then drive straight for three hundred meters, then turn right and drive straight, and keep driving along the main road to leave the city. The car is already full of gas, so don't worry!"
The "traitor" militia pointed out the entire route very neatly and seemed to know everything here.