The atmosphere of the team suddenly became extremely solemn.

Although they have been brainwashed many times, although they have been bewitched by rhetoric such as "jihad" for many years, although they have no culture, although their information is closed, this does not mean that they are stupid.

Thinking of the recent series of anomalies, the widely spread rumors that many strongholds have been uprooted, and the tragic situation of the legendary attacks on these strongholds, everyone felt a heavy stone in their hearts.

Even if they were shocked by the sudden "disappearance" of the leader, no one who had witnessed these bandits acting like gods dared to be disrespectful to the leader behind their backs. They remembered vividly that in the holy white light of the chief, which seemed to carry the breath of heaven, countless companions who had been seriously wounded were miraculously healed. They remembered more vividly how the same white light carried a terrifying coercion that made the breath of death completely felt when their leader attacked angrily, and how the summit of the mountain, which had stood high for thousands of years, had suddenly become nothing.

In the hearts of each of them, the leader is a god-like existence, they are willing to use their own flesh and blood to charge for the leader, and they are willing to die for the leader!

But now, the problem in front of them is real, their gods have suddenly disappeared, but their opponents are still harassing and killing with impunity!

"You say, will those people attack the oil fields and attack us?" Aizimu suddenly shuddered, his voice was obviously worried, and a pair of small eyes probed around the weeds, as if there was some terrifying evil beast hidden there, ready to jump out and devour them in one bite, leaving not even a piece of flesh and blood.

"Whew!" Naiti, who was at the head of the line, let out a contemptuous sneer, "Attack the oil fields." How can it be? Didn't you notice that the previous attacks had taken place on the edge of the Order's controlled area? The defense there is already relatively weak, isn't it normal to be attacked suddenly? ”

Aizimu's eyes lit up slightly, and he said, "You mean ......?"

Naneti said loudly: "Yes, the oil field is only a few dozen kilometers away from Mosul. It's the core of the organization, it's been attacked, and the army can kill it in an hour, not to mention that there are more than ten patrols like us nearby, and there are more than 300 elite escorts! ”

The bandits seemed to have been given a shot in the arm, and instantly became energetic, and listened to Naneti cry impassionedly: "As long as they dare to come, use them to ......"

"Bang!" A muffled gunshot rang out, and a bullet pierced into Naneti's eyebrows. Nainati's impassioned passion came to an abrupt end, and the oil road suddenly turned into a smashed watermelon, and his body was straight and was taken up, and then he fell heavily to the ground.

"Enemy attack-" A group of bandits were stunned by the sudden attack, and it was not until Naneti's body was completely silent that they suddenly reacted, and they hurriedly lay down and rushed towards the surrounding grass.

These guys obviously have a lot of combat experience. The enemy is clear and the situation is unknown. It was the darkest hour of the day, and the slightest shot would reveal their position, so the men wisely lay on the ground and scurried towards the grass.

But in just a few seconds, four consecutive gunshots rang out, and four bandits were shot and fell to the ground one after another.

Four shots. Four people, in the dark, no bullets, guns and guns for life! What kind of marksmanship is this?

A ten-man squad was half knocked out in the blink of an eye, and the remaining five were about to vomit bile. It was easy to climb into the grass with a height of more than 1 meter, but they quickly found out. This thick grass could not provide them with the slightest protection.

"Bang!"

Hiding in the grass, the bearded body just squirmed, and a bullet flew from nowhere, accurately chiseled a large hole in his head, and when the black and red blood spurted out, the beard twitched a few times and then stopped moving.

The remaining four were so frightened that they clung to the ground and did not dare to move.

But even this will not save their fate.

"Bang!" Another gunshot rang out, and the thin man, who had clenched his head into the grass like an ostrich, had a stream of blood coming out of his head, and his body went limp, completely lifeless.

"Bang!"

In the next second, the gunfire started again, and a bandit who had been paralyzed in the grass by fright was lifted off the Tianling cover with a single shot.

"Bang!"

The killer hidden in the darkness, like an emotionless killing machine, opened fire with extreme calm, a bullet sent a bandit to the western sky, and the blood slowly flowed out, and soon stained the grass under him.

Now, there was only one person left in the entire team, that is, the oldest in the team, who was over 40 years old and had a sad face.

This guy is worthy of being an old fritter who has been crawling for more than ten or twenty years in this smoky land, and his reaction is extremely fast, and he has already reacted the moment Nainati was killed, the first to lie down, the first to rush into the grass.

Fortunately, he soon found a small mound of earth tens of centimeters high, and quietly lurked behind it, not daring to move, and the atmosphere did not dare to breathe.

Then, Aizim watched as his companions were knocked down, headshot, and killed one by one. In less than a minute, the killer hiding in the darkness fired so calmly, and pulled the trigger in an orderly manner according to a constant rhythm. Every gunshot takes the life of a companion.

The more he looked, the more frightened he became.

At this time, Aizimu had already relied on many years of battlefield experience to judge that the reason why the gunshots, coming from at least three kilometers away, could still be heard clearly was only because the opponent was using a large-caliber anti-materiel sniper rifle, and the gunfire could be heard very far in the night.

However, this judgment simply made Azim unable to believe it. You know, this is a distance of more than 3,000 meters, and there is still the sound of whirring wind in the dark, and there has never been a sniper in the world who can shoot at this distance, under such conditions, and be able to achieve such an accurate hit rate - the farthest sniper distance of the world's snipers is 2,800 meters, and it also has a certain element of luck. Let him fire a second shot and he may not be able to hit.

But now this sniper, at a greater distance, fired nine shots in a row, and none of them missed!

Is this something that people can do?

Azmu was about to collapse, and everything he had entered had completely subverted his cognition. Perhaps the only consolation was that he had found a bunker and was able to dodge the blows of that terrible sniper. In the dark, the sound of gunfire here would be heard far away, and it would surely alarm the convoy. If you're lucky, you might be able to hold out until reinforcements arrive......

A fierce burst of gunfire rang out simultaneously in the west, north, and south directions, followed by a burst of terrible screams that reached Aizimu's ears.

"Several other patrols have been attacked!" This was Aizimu's first reaction, and immediately, his psychology was apprehensive, and at the same time, a wave of anticipation surged up, such an accumulated firefight must have attracted the attention of the escort team, maybe they would arrive here earlier?

But what if the convoy rushes in other directions where the fighting is more intense? And what about their own fate...... The emotions of gaining and losing, made Ai Zimu's face blue and white for a while, lying behind the bunker and retreating, Ai Zimu couldn't help but pray secretly.

"The true god is above, Anli is the greatest, if I can escape from the clutches of the devil, I should go back to my hometown......" Just when he was making this decision, Ai Zimu suddenly found that an incomparably gorgeous red color suddenly appeared more than ten meters away, and then turned a strange corner and pierced directly from above.

"Poof!" From top to bottom, that bit of red pierced the back of Aizimu's neck accurately, and came out of his throat, tearing a large hole in his neck in an instant.

That bullet, will it turn? The last consciousness of Aizmu seemed to have seen the most ridiculous thing in the world, "How is this possible?" ”

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PS: Our old lady went into a juvenile madness, and today he suddenly came, attended the 50th anniversary party of graduation, and worked as a chauffeur for a day, and the update was late, sorry.

This chapter is 500 words short and will be filled in tomorrow. (To be continued.) )