Over the course of more than 30 hours, the endless attacks and killings plunged the already confident militants into a nightmare from which they could not wake up.

Explosions, snipers, group assaults, individual sneak attacks, ambushes, mines, traps......

The other party hardly sleeps, planning deadly actions all the time. They startle the snake, they lead the snake out of the hole, they strike the east and west, they hide from the sky and the sea, they transfer the tiger away from the mountain, they secretly Chen Cang, sometimes take the sheep by hand, sometimes take advantage of the fire to rob, close the door and beat the dog, sometimes go to the house to draw the ladder......

Their tracks are so erratic, their speed is so swift, their assaults are so fierce, their sniping is so accurate.

In more than 30 nightmarish hours, more than 1,000 militants died under their hands, and everywhere they went, there was not a single grass, and no enemy survived in front of them!

All of this brings to these militants a tremendous amount of pressure and fear. They counterattacked again and again, they attacked again and again with hope, but apart from dropping more corpses, they didn't even touch the shadow of their opponents, and even, until now, they don't know how many opponents there are!

Fear is like an epidemic virus, it will always spread wildly in silence. As more and more of their companions fell in pools of blood, their lives were taken by those devils, and as they fought back again and again in vain to no avail, their psychological defenses were almost completely broken.

What makes them despair the most is that until now, they have been worshiped as the leaders of the gods. It was not even at the scene of the attack, and there were no clear instructions. It doesn't show the miracles he once shown. The instructions blindly ordered them to organize the remaining remnants of the army. Follow certain routes.

Is the leader no match for a devil-like opponent?

Of course, they dare not declare such thoughts, but once the seeds of doubt germinate, they can no longer be stopped. There were more and more rumors in the ranks, and morale was getting lower and lower. However, they were lucky: what if the first leader already had a plan and was just waiting for the best time to make a move? What if you mutini or desert and end up losing the chance to enter heaven?

Fear and hesitation caused this huge team to fall into a psychological swing.

And in more than a day, their psychology rushed from the trough to the peak. Falling from the peak into the abyss, this rollercoaster-like drastic change has put them on the verge of collapse. Today's IWS militants are not just as simple as rumors and trees? I'm afraid that if there is any more trouble, they will probably no longer be able to maintain it and collapse in an instant!

……

At this time, the city of Mosul was a different scene.

"Our plan is about to succeed!" After drawing the final strokes on the map in front of him, Gallel Sam, or Buck Bangerdi, shrouded in a black scarf in a long robe. Slowly turning around, facing a dozen or so IWS executives in the council hall, "Tell all branches and troops to act according to the plan immediately." Let's do the work! ”

"Yes, Great Chief!" More than a dozen high-ranking officials replied respectfully, swept away their fearful expressions. They looked at their leader with awe on their faces.

For more than thirty hours, these men had witnessed the same thing as their men. But it has a completely different mental activity. Now, when they look at their chief. His eyes were filled with admiration, and the amazement that emanated from his heart, and the surrender of his whole heart.

When they were first attacked, they reacted no differently than their men, just as angry as they were, just as confidently clamoring to fight back and tear their opponents to pieces. But Gallel Sam flatly resisted their request to go to battle with their entire army, and instead sketched them on the huge map in the council hall.

These people don't understand why the leader, who has the ability of a god, behaves so "weak" and hesitant, why doesn't he directly lead everyone and tear the enemy to pieces. But they had just been completely subdued, and they did not show their doubts, as if the slightest thought of this would be disrespectful and blasphemous to the chief, and even to the true God.

But soon, as the battle reports ahead and the leader's enough lines continued to be displayed, their gaze changed.

The military knowledge and training of veteran terrorists who have been carrying out attacks in all corners of the world for decades, or the leaders of local armed groups who have been fighting for many years in some small war-torn countries, do not have the military knowledge and training to give them the ability to see through the situation at a glance, and it can even be said that all their military talents are only based on instinct and experience. But that doesn't mean they're stupid, on the contrary, it's a bunch of pretty smart, cunning, and cruel cold-blooded guys who quickly understand what their leader is up to.

The first thing they felt was the horror of the enemy who attacked.

In just one hour, only a few people fought in the area controlled by the organization, blossomed on all sides, and launched dozens of fierce attacks, blew up more than a dozen camps, and killed more than 200 members of the organization.

When they received these reports, all the hairs on their bodies stood on end. That's when they remembered who they were facing. It was the special elite who had killed thousands of members of the Order in the Kierg Mountains in the past few days, the terrifying opponent who had completely wiped out the most elite Chieftain's direct guards a few days ago, and the demon who had set a trap and burned the armored forces to ashes a day earlier, while igniting the flame-filled demons that spread hundreds of square kilometers of land!

The combat effectiveness displayed by these people and the ruthlessness that they have never seen or even thought of are things they have never seen or even thought about. Once upon a time, they dared to launch car bomb attacks in the most populated places in the world, they dared to kidnap hostages in the most prosperous areas of the world, and they even dared to crash planes into the most emblematic buildings of the world's most powerful country.

They always thought that they were already the most daring, ruthless, and cruel people in the world, but they couldn't have imagined it. There is such a group of people in this world, who are even more ruthless than them. is even more ruthless, and dares to face nearly 10,000 heavily armed opponents with just a few people. Dare to launch an active assault, dare to detonate the entire oil field just to destroy a team of thousands of people, and dare to completely destroy every enemy without the slightest scruple of the verbal and written criticism of humanitarians!

If they knew that these bold and ruthless opponents had just launched an attack on an unprecedented scale against the Jeppen Empire, which was hundreds of millions of times stronger than them in military and political management, if they knew that these opponents were just sacrificing a brother, they would detonate a 350,000-level nuclear bomb without saying a word, and would not hesitate to bury tens of millions of people. Maybe their psychology will be a little more balanced, but now, facing some of them who don't know anything, the only feeling in the face of such an opponent is chills all over the body, from the skin to the bone marrow. If it weren't for the magical ability shown by the leader, who still had a little hope of turning the tables, they would have already dispersed in a hurry, how far away they could hide. Just get as far away from these terrible devils as possible.

But that's not the point, the point is that after spending the first hour, the great leader begins to sketch on the map. While issuing orders, directing the armed forces to move and evade, and launching a secret march along a certain route.

With the chieftain sketching the lines and the location is marked. As these orders were given, they were amazed to discover. Every order given by the boss is made as soon as the opponent completes an attack. And the garrison of the troops that received the order will definitely be the next place to be attacked! And the order to evade and maneuver allows the majority of the forces of the forces to avoid a devastating blow.

Knowing this time, they suddenly realized that when they were still entangled in some details of the battle and the losses they had received, the eyes of the leader had penetrated the layers of fog and directly saw through every step of the enemy's action and deployment.

He was like a god, overlooking this complicated battle situation from above, whether it was himself or his opponent, everything was completely invisible in front of him. He not only anticipated the enemy's course of action in advance, but also devised a perfect plan to let the scattered troops gradually turn around in constant movement, forming a huge torrent of entanglements, enveloping these difficult opponents step by step towards the end of fate.

Now, the options for these opponents to launch surprise attacks are becoming fewer and fewer, more and more difficult, and the interval is getting longer and longer, and the only meaning represented by this is that these demons have completely fallen into the trap designed for them by the leader - the eyes of the IWS high-level leaders are once again focused on the leader, and they never imagined that their leader, in addition to having godlike power, is still such an unheard-of master of strategic planning! And when they returned their gaze to the huge red area marked by the leader on the map, their breathing involuntarily became rapid, their faces flushed, and their eyes lit up with excitement like hungry wolves.

There, the red lines representing the movement route of the troops, one by one, are concentrated and converged, forming a huge encirclement, completely encircling the opponent inside, and when the opponent discovers this, that is, the moment when the red lines finally completely encircle, at that time......

"The enemy is dead!"

……

"Damn, this guy is working too well together, isn't it?" At a leeward spot near the edge of the Kirg Mountains, Lei Dong stretched out and muttered, "I can't help but feel sorry for each other......

It is a hillside about 500 meters above sea level, located on the border of the Kirga Mountains and the Mosul Plain. Hundreds of kilometers of mountains are slightly curved, surrounded on three sides by the Mosul plain, forming a huge open field. Lei Dong lay lazily on the ground, looking at the stars in the sky, his expression was a little tired, only the black and shining eyes still exuded a diamond-like brilliance.

More than thirty hours of continuous high-intensity combat was not enough to make Lei Dong feel a little tired physically, his body, which was already harder and stronger than King Kong, was enough to provide him with enough energy, even if he fought for a month or even a year, such an intensity of combat might not make him feel physically exhausted. What really made him thunderous and tired came from his spirit, from his divine sense.

After annihilating the enemy's armored forces in the oil field, when the sky was circling, Lei Dong was not just "watching the show", in fact, at that time, his divine consciousness had already split into thousands of divine consciousness filaments thinner than a hair, and they were silently attached to thousands of IWS militants, lurking, so as to pay attention to their every move. Of course, the dozen or so senior IWS leaders are the focus of the focus, and the divine consciousness on each of them is several times thicker than that of ordinary militants.

As for the most hated and powerful enemy in his heart, the guy named God Margalel Sam, he couldn't let go of it as a matter of course, and on him, thunder was fully attached to hundreds of divine consciousness filaments of different sizes and thicknesses. In order to prevent being detected by this opponent who was so powerful that he could barely match it, Lei Dong even released a filament of divine consciousness that was so subtle that he could barely detect it as a last resort to prepare.

To Lei Dong's relief, Galel Sam didn't notice Lei Dong's small movements at all, and all after that, unless he was fifty kilometers away from Lei Dong, beyond the scope of his divine sense, any small move of Galiel Sam would be completely mastered by Lei Dong.

But it didn't take long for me to be happy, and the trouble that gave Lei Dong a headache came.

These thousands of people are like thousands of miniature signal transmitters, transmitting their every move to the thunder consciousness through the divine consciousness silk, and the huge amount of information almost makes the thunder brains crash! If it's just a huge number, it's okay, but Lei Dong has to analyze which one belongs to whom one one by one, and the amount of work required can make a large computer CPU hot!

It was not easy to mark these thousands of divine consciousness threads one by one, and correspond them to their hosts one by one, and the next thing made him speechless.

Thousands of people, most of their daily lives were transmitted to his consciousness without hindrance, Akoura ate, Denisai smoked, Azi went to the hut, Igu, Tikt and Ayadi went to find someone to pop, Emir and Mohand...... They actually got a base!

"God, you're not playing with me—" Lei Dong collapsed on the spot.

(To be continued.) )