War in Heaven

"BINGO."

The long-haired man kneeling in the ruins, lurking in place, stood in front of the body with a two-meter-long super heavy sniper rifle, and a slender white smoke appeared at the muzzle.

The 20MM caliber MAG-FED sniper rifle, regardless of hitting any part of the enemy, can cause a hit. The only difference is probably the completeness of the enemy's body.

However, when using this gun, his flexibility will also decrease. So now, his Sri Lankan commando soldiers are also lurking nearby, ready to protect their commanders.

"Master, you should change position."

The voice of the fighting maid sounded from the earphones of the Royal Armor, but the Royal Armor did not adopt her opinion, but continued to stay in place, pressed a new bullet into the gun, and put an eye on the gun. Before the thermal imaging mirror.

The bullets of this large-caliber sniper rifle are each as long as the palm of an adult. In fact, the 20MM is almost the limit of the caliber of the gun. If the caliber is a little bigger, the gun should become a "sniper gun".

"I suppressed the enemy and went up to destroy them." The voice of the Royal Armor was very cold, and it still maintained the "high-cold male god".

Since the thermal imaging mirror is used at night, his accuracy will also decrease. But to deal with enemies at a distance of one kilometer, the accuracy is now sufficient.

"Received." The soldiers whispered back.

After these two days of fighting, the Sri Lankan Special Forces soldiers under the Royal Armor finally realized the fact that the commander's ability is stronger than himself in combat.

Although very reluctant to admit, they can only be convinced after seeing the long-haired man’s horrible fighting style. However, what scares them even more is the two followers of the commander...

The special forces of the people have not yet started, the two figures have been killed, wearing a maid costume, holding the G36 "combat maid" in the arms in the forefront, long hair swaying under the night wind blowing, purple There is a trace of moonlight in the slender eyes.

"What's wrong with you, was it overworked last night?" The maid who was running wildly, did not forget to use the throat to ridicule the radio channel.

"Go, Camilla." The man who followed him shouted.

The man was wearing a green jungle camouflage shirt, wearing a black beret and holding a jagged "shark" saber. The expression on his face was very serious. Compared with the maid who was incompatible with the battlefield, he More like a real soldier. but……

"Idiot, can you put your pants on the next battlefield?" Fighting maid Camilla was cold and cold.

"What do you know? This is faster..." Soldiers wearing only four-corner shorts, taking two muscular long legs, holding a saber and rushing to the enemy's lying position.

Now the commander has used the sniper rifle to temporarily suppress the enemy, they just need to rush to kill those people. Even if you can't solve the enemy, as long as you can help the enemy behind to suppress the enemy, you can complete the task!

"Don't quarrel in the channel." The Royal Armor whispered orders.

"Understood, master..." Camilla’s voice did not fall, and a sudden burst of noise broke out in the cat earphones on her head.

With a bang, similar to the high-decibel noise that the nails crossed from the blackboard, the Royal Armor and the soldiers under his arm were numb scalp, not only the tinnitus, but even the scene in front of them seemed to have a double image.

"Mom...is it **** special operations command?"

The Royal Armor was screaming, but noticed that there were several blurred figures in the sight. He was aiming at the enemy. The volume of the noise increased again. It caused him a headache and the body temporarily lost balance. The hand trembled fiercely, I don’t know where to go.

"Switch to the alternate channel, hurry up!" The Royal Armor roared.

He didn't know how the enemy cracked the encrypted communication channel he used. Although the communication device used by the Sri Lankan forces did fall behind, it should not be so quickly attacked by the enemy.

The Royal Armor still does not know the identity of the enemy, but after the incident, he has also realized that the enemy should have an electronic warfare expert. But even so, his own side is not at a loss.

"All staff turn off the radio and switch to combat mode."

After the phrase on the alternate channel, the Royal Armor directly tossed off his headphones and threw them into the backpack. The soldiers hiding in the vicinity also put away the wireless communication devices.

As an army in Sri Lanka, their equipment is not as advanced as the developed country forces. It is commonplace to fight in a radio-free environment.

Unlike modern elites who are over-reliant on high-tech equipment, this commando from Sri Lanka has a strong ability to fight in harsh environments. The Royal Armor and the two followers are also the experts in this area.

"On this small means, there is no way to win the 'Royal Armor', friends."

Seeing that the enemy has disappeared from the scope of his own shooting, the Royal Armor put away his super heavy anti-equipment gun, replaced it with a HK-417 rifle using a 7.62 × 51 mm caliber bullet, stood up and patted the clothes. Dust.

Since he could not attack the enemy here, he also decided to go into battle. But just then, a small device in his pocket began to vibrate slightly.

The Royal Armor pulled out a similar air conditioner remote from the jacket pocket, and saw a dangerous red light flashing on the small LCD screen above.

"Is there an enemy coming from behind?"

Seeing that the optical detection device left on the back street sensed nearby enemies, the Royal Armor looked back at the darkened street behind him. He reached out and pulled the binoculars on his forehead down, blocking the lens in front of him. A green image of the night vision device suddenly appeared.

"One team followed me, others continued to chase the enemies in the park." The Royal Armor waved at the soldiers around him.

As an expert in modern warfare, the Royal Armor will not succumb to anyone, and escape is not his fighting style. This proud "gun-armor", even facing the enemy's two sides, is confident that it can defeat the opponent positively!

"No matter who you are... you are already a dead person now."

The long-haired man leaned against the wall and opened the insurance for the assault rifle. On the handsome face, a smile suddenly appeared.