Super Special Forces King

Chapter 351 Fierce Battle (3)

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As Zhang Feng's position was exposed, the militants quickly surrounded him, and there were gunmen watching in the darkness.

Seeing that he wanted this kind of rush to support Johnson and Zhai Qiang, it might not be so easy, so he whispered while running, "Second strong son, where are you now?"

"Brother Feng, I will be there soon." Zhao Qiang's voice came from the headset.

"Okay! I'm afraid that the team will not be able to get there for a while. You support Johnson. After getting the two of them out, you quickly retreat. Leave me alone, I will escape freely! After returning to the house, you guys Don't go anywhere, just stay at home and wait for my news."

"Q……"

Zhao Qiang still wanted to speak, but Zhang Feng interrupted him directly: "Second strong son, don't say anything. Although your brother Feng, my life is worthless, it is not something ordinary people can take. You listen to me The order is fine."

Gritting his teeth fiercely, Zhao Qiang said in a deep voice, "Yes!" In his mind, the lives of all people, including their own lives, are not as important as Zhang Feng's life alone.

If it weren't for Zhang Feng to give orders again and again, he would even give up supporting Qiang Sen and Zhai Qiang and rush to find Zhang Feng.

Zhang Feng did not continue to choose to forcibly advance in the opposite direction to support Johnson and Zhai Qiang, but went back the same way.

After turning back, he did not quickly get rid of the enemy, but kept shooting in the dark, always firmly pulling the distance between the place behind him and himself!

The result of doing this was that he had to rush out from the place where he was hiding and chased after the retreating Zhang Feng.

No longer hiding in the dark, their advantages disappear. Once they move, they will move. Zhang Feng's keen hearing can play the biggest role.

The slightest sound did not fall from Zhang Feng's ears. Through the judgment of these sounds, the enemy's position could be quickly locked.

The M4A1 in his hand has completely turned into a killing machine in the dark. Every time a shot is fired, there will be a movement of heavy objects falling to the ground in the dark, as well as a torn but short scream.

Shooting once, Zhang Feng quickly shifted, never shooting a second time from the same location, and there was no regularity in the chosen shooting location.

The bullets rushed towards him frantically, but they all returned without success.

Licking his dry lips, Zhang Feng said slowly: "Mike, haven't the government forces moved yet?"

"Brother Feng, the Rwandan government forces completed the assembly five minutes ago, but they didn't mean to leave the station!" Mike reached quickly.

There was a scolding in my heart, no wonder Rwanda was so confused. The government forces, as the state machinery, turned a deaf ear to the conflicts that occurred under their noses. Such behavior is completely indulgent in terrorist incidents and violent conflicts.

Rather than saying that they are government troops, it is more accurate to call them the Rwanda Sweeping Brigade. After all, their only left and right is to clean the battlefield after the fighting subsides.

"Mike, as soon as the government forces are dispatched, we will be notified immediately!" Although cursing in his heart, he still cannot ignore the government forces.

"I understand Brother Feng, they are dispatched, I will notify you immediately!"

"Da da da!" A series of bullets whizzed towards Zhang Feng and fell on the dirt wall in the corner where he was hiding.

The bullets left deep pits the size of a thumb, and splashed rubble splashed around.

Looking around, there are places on both sides rushing over, Zhang Feng's feet are on the wall in front of him, his body suddenly lifted over from the top of the wall.

The armed personnel rushing from both ends saw that there were no figures in the alley, and they all cast their eyes on the wall.

Two people squatted on the ground to act as pedals, while the other two militants threw their guns behind them and stepped on the pedals to climb up the wall.

As soon as they climbed up, they saw a black muzzle.

"Ah!" The sharp cry suddenly sounded.

The corner of Zhang Feng's mouth was slightly squeezed, and his narrowed eyes were full of murderous intent! After climbing over the wall, he didn't run away at all. He just waited under the wall, and sure enough people climbed up.

The shrill cry stopped abruptly because the gunfire rang!

Zhang Feng quickly squeezed the trigger, and the two militants who climbed onto the wall were shot in the eyebrows, half of their heads were knocked off, and the body fell backwards, while a large amount of blood and brains were sprinkled.

Without any hesitation, he directly took off the two grenade hanging on his body and threw it from the top of the wall.

After throwing it over, Zhang Feng turned around and ran a few steps and then leaped forward, prostrate directly on the ground.

The enemy behind the wall was still shocked by the direct headshots of the two companions, and saw two dark ‘iron eggs’ flying off the top of their heads.

They naturally knew what this play should be, and they suddenly became confused.

There is no place to hide in the narrow alleys. The more they panic, the more crowded they are.

One of the armed personnel reacted extremely quickly, screaming and rushing to a grenade, picked it up, and he was about to throw it out after he rounded his arms.

Even the grenade had been released, and the grenade exploded in the next second, just above his head.

The powerful power gave him no chance to feel any pain. The head, neck, and even the waist were bombarded into dregs.

Blood, fuzzy pieces of meat, bone dregs are splashing around like rain!

Another grenade exploded almost at the same time, and it was in the crowd.

"Boom!" A loud noise!

Human lives are extremely fragile at this time. The shock waves of the explosion and the flying shrapnel are fatal.

People who are killed instantly are lucky because they don't have to feel inhuman pain.

And those ‘lucky’s who survived the explosion, without exception, did not have a single one.

"Ah!" Heartbreaking, hysterical screams suddenly sounded crazily in the alley.

An armed man stood up while holding his head on the wall in chaos, but fell directly to the ground just as he stepped forward. The kneecap of his right leg was directly cut by shrapnel, and only a layer of skin remained attached.

The intense pain numbs his nerves without even feeling it.

At this moment, he fell to the ground, his eyes fixed on his broken leg, blood spurting out like water from the wound of the broken leg.

Another militant got up from the ground, screaming heartbreakingly, his legs and hands were intact, and there were no wounds on his torso, but his screams were worse than everyone else!

His left eyeball was pierced by the shrapnel, and the eyeball with the shrapnel was hanging outside the eye socket at the moment.

And this eyeball, because he couldn't bear the severe pain, he used his finger to gouge it out!