PFC Chapter 167 Is this guy a devil? Too scary!
Chapter 167 Is this guy a devil? Too scary!
The battlefield one kilometer inside the border was filled with smoke, as if shrouded in a haze of death.
Qi Tongwei and the company commander of our border company looked solemn, and deep worry seemed to be engraved on their faces.
The company commander said in a sad voice: "Our troops have suffered heavy casualties, and the damn satellite chip has been taken away by the enemy."
There was a flash of anger in Qi Tongwei's eyes, but he knew that he couldn't lose his composure at this moment.
Qi Tongwei took a deep breath and quickly calmed down. After carefully scanning the battlefield with radar and Eagle Eye, he began to command the battle.
"Captain Fang, have all your men withdraw and treat the wounded! Leave the rest to us!"
The company commander was startled, then quickly said, "No, there are hundreds of them! You..."
Qi Tongwei patted his shoulder and said in a deep voice, "Trust us. We will get the chip back, and none of them will escape!"
As he spoke, he looked in the direction of the enemy, his eyes blazing with murderous intent: "I will let them know the consequences of stepping into our Chinese territory!"
Then, Qi Tongwei called Leng Feng, Gao Zhongduan, Long Xiaoyun, Geng Jihui and others, and asked them to lead a small team respectively, to encircle the enemy from the left, middle and right, and use roundabout tactics!
"Leng Feng, lead your team to flank the enemy, taking advantage of the mountainous terrain and catching them off guard. The other teams will attack separately according to the established plan."
Qi Tongwei gave the order decisively.
Leng Feng's eyes were sharp and he nodded heavily. He waved his hand and led his team members into the forest as quickly as a cheetah.
On Qi Tongwei's side, he immediately picked up his weapons and rushed into the forest.
He wants to kill the mercenary leader himself and take the chip back!
After entering the forest, Leng Feng immediately took command.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, scanning the surrounding environment with a sharp gaze like an eagle, and quickly constructed a battlefield map in his mind.
"Listen, brothers,"
Leng Feng lowered his voice and said, "We need to make full use of these dense trees and undulating terrain. Divide into three groups. Group A will follow me to encircle from the left wing, Group B will feint from the right wing, and Group C will be in the middle, ready to provide support at any time."
The team members silently followed the order, quickly dispersed, and each found the best hiding place.
Leng Feng led the members of Group A slowly forward through the dense bushes, taking every step carefully for fear of making any sound.
He stopped from time to time and used gestures to direct his players to adjust their positions.
"Be careful to hide and use the shadows of the trees to conceal your presence."
He reminded quietly.
When they got around to the best position on the enemy's flank, Leng Feng began to plan specific attack tactics.
"I'll take out the enemy's lookout first, then everyone, follow the predetermined sequence and carry out precise strikes on the enemy's firing points. Shoot quickly, accurately, and fiercely, leaving them no chance to react."
The battle was about to begin. Leng Feng took a deep breath and adjusted his state.
He was like a cheetah lurking in the dark, staring at the enemy's lookout.
He raised his gun slightly and accurately locked onto the target through the scope.
With a "bang", the bullet was fired instantly. The mercenary on the lookout tilted his head and fell down silently.
Almost at the same time, the team members' guns fired one after another.
"Da da da", bullets rained down on the enemy's heavy firepower points.
A mercenary was operating a heavy machine gun and firing wildly. Leng Feng was quick-eyed and quick-handed, and fired several bullets in succession, directly hitting the mercenary's chest, and the heavy machine gun instantly went silent.
On the chaotic battlefield, the mercenary captains were also shouting orders frantically.
One of the mercenary captains had a face full of flesh and a thick gold chain around his neck. He waved his gun and loudly ordered his men to fight back.
However, what he didn't know was that in a big tree in the distance, an excellent sniper from our side had quietly locked onto him.
The sniper's finger was firmly on the trigger, his breathing was even and slow, and his eyes were only on the target in the scope.
With a "bang", a bullet cut through the air, carrying a whistling sound of death, and accurately hit the forehead of the mercenary captain.
The captain's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief, and then he fell straight down.
Seeing this, the other mercenary captain was so frightened that he quickly hid behind a pile of sandbags.
But his actions had long been discovered by our sniper.
The sniper quickly adjusted his position and aimed again.
This time, the bullet passed through the gap in the sandbag and hit his heart directly.
The captain struggled a few times and then stopped moving.
The enemy was completely thrown into disarray by this sudden attack and began frantically searching for the source of the attack.
But Leng Feng and his men did not give the enemy a chance to breathe. They quickly changed positions and shot at the enemy from different angles.
In the chaos, Leng Feng's figure was like a ghost.
He kept moving between the trees, looking for the best shooting angle.
When he discovered that the enemy commander was trying to organize a counterattack under the cover of a group of mercenaries, Leng Feng curled his lips into a sneer.
He moved quietly, climbing and jumping between the trees as nimbly as a monkey.
Finally, he found a perfect shooting angle.
He held his breath and took aim at the enemy commander.
With a "bang", the bullet accurately hit the enemy commander's head. The commander widened his eyes and slowly fell down.
The enemy was now in chaos and began firing blindly.
Leng Feng's team took the opportunity to launch a charge.
"Kill!" Leng Feng roared and rushed out like a tiger.
The gun in his hand kept spewing out anger, and during the charge, he also demonstrated superb close combat skills.
A mercenary tried to rush up to stop him, but Leng Feng dodged the enemy's attack by turning sideways, and then kicked the enemy's knee hard.
The mercenary screamed, and before he could react, Leng Feng's fist hit him hard in the face, knocking him unconscious.
The team members were not willing to be outdone and they engaged in close combat with the enemy.
Some team members hit the enemy's head with the butt of the gun, while others stabbed the enemy's vital parts with daggers.
In the fierce battle, Leng Feng's team gradually gained the upper hand.
The enemy's numbers were decreasing, but they still resisted stubbornly.
Leng Feng shouted loudly: "Don't give the enemy any chance, wipe them all out!"
The team members' morale was boosted and they attacked the enemy even more desperately.
In the canyons and forests, there are fierce battle scenes everywhere.
On the border battlefield filled with smoke, every inch of land seems to be telling the cruelty of war.
Qi Tongwei was like a lone wolf, and resolutely activated the radar and eagle eye skills given to him by the system.
The Eagle Eye skill made his eyes as sharp as an eagle, able to see through layers of fog and obstacles.
The radar skill constructed a clear dynamic picture of the battlefield in his mind.
Relying on his familiarity with the terrain, he skillfully used the obstacles on the battlefield like a ghost and continuously penetrated into the enemy's rear.
Qi Tongwei's figure appeared and disappeared on the battlefield, he was like a ghost walking out of the underworld.
When he approached the mercenary team, dozens of mercenaries were looking around vigilantly, but they had no idea that death was approaching quietly.
A mercenary said nervously to the person next to him: "Hey, do you feel anything wrong? There seems to be a dangerous aura."
Another mercenary frowned and replied, "Don't be suspicious. They are all our people here. How could they be in any danger?"
However, just as they finished their words, Qi Tongwei approached a small group of mercenaries from the side silently like an assassin in the dark night.
His movements were as fast as lightning, and the dagger in his hand flashed coldly in the moonlight.
Before the mercenaries could react, Qi Tongwei had already flashed across like a black lightning.
His dagger accurately cut across the throat of a mercenary. The mercenary's eyes widened, and a "gurgling" sound came from his throat. Blood gushed out like a fountain, instantly staining the ground red.
The mercenary next to him was about to shout in horror, but Qi Tongwei's hand covered his mouth like an iron clamp, and at the same time, the dagger suddenly pierced his heart.
The mercenary struggled for a few times and then fell down limply.
"Oh my God, who is that? How can he be so powerful!" a mercenary shouted in panic.
"He's like a devil, hurry up and shoot!" Another mercenary raised his gun and shot in panic.
But Qi Tongwei's figure was so fast that it was dazzling. The mercenaries only saw a flash of black shadow before their eyes, followed by the screams and sounds of their companions falling to the ground.
Qi Tongwei was seen shuttling between the mercenaries at an extremely fast speed. His footsteps were so fast that they were almost invisible, like a blurry shadow.
Wherever he went, the mercenaries fell down one after another. Some had their carotid arteries cut by daggers, and blood spurted out; some were kicked in the vitals by him, and instantly lost their combat effectiveness.
In just over ten seconds, more than a dozen mercenaries were killed instantly by Qi Tongwei.
The remaining mercenaries opened their eyes wide in horror, their mouths open, but they seemed to have lost their voice.
A mercenary's legs trembled as he shuddered, "How...how is this possible? Is he a monster?"
The other mercenary's face turned pale, and he could barely hold the gun in his hand. "We are no match for him. He is too fast. We are finished."
They began to flee in panic, completely losing their previous arrogance.
Some mercenaries even dropped their weapons and tried to escape from this terrible battlefield.