Gu Ren was anxious and cried and shouted loudly: "Hu Nao, Yang Feng, if the captain is gone, you can do whatever you want, right? If the other party has a sniper, it is definitely not a single-player battle. If you are a mercenary, can you help the captain get revenge on your own? If you go, you will die!"

In this complex situation, the emergence of mercenaries is very common, and elite mercenaries are soldiers who retired from special forces in various countries. In terms of military quality and combat ability, they are far from comparable to ordinary soldiers.

Although Yang Feng is an excellent soldier, he definitely has no advantage compared to mercenaries with advanced armed forces and extremely strong combat capabilities.

Yang Feng was silent. He didn't take into account the situations he said about the comrades. He also knew that with his own strength, he could not compete with those powerful mercenaries.

But you have to give it a try!

Even if you accompany this life!

If you do nothing at this time and let the sniper leave here and miss this opportunity to take revenge, you may never have another chance in the future.

Yang Feng looked at his comrade-in-arms who were still crying and said firmly: "The captain treats me like a brother. I have the responsibility and obligation to avenge him! I must kill that sniper! I will pay the blood debt and blood."

After saying that, he had climbed down the hillside, looked at the mother and son who were in extreme horror on the hillside, and said, "Support will be here soon, protect the mother and son."

Then he turned around and ran into the ruins, and soon disappeared into the sky full of yellow sand and thick smoke.

He leaned against the broken walls of the town as a cover and jumped up and down to quickly approach the building. Then he leaned against a corner below the building, gasping for breath, sweat dripping from his forehead, his hands holding the rifle were covered in sweat, and his heart was beating wildly.

Libya is rainforest, and it is noon again. The temperature is very high. With the intense exercise, he feels his whole body is wet.

Strictly speaking, this is his first time to go to the battlefield to kill enemies, which is a completely different feeling from his usual training ground.

He was still a little nervous.

But hatred gave him courage.

Thinking of Zhang Miao's tragic death, his timid eyes became firm and cold again.

Since childhood, his father taught him that he would face his own enemies and face the enemy with a chance to fight, but if he turned his back to the enemy, he would not even have the chance to fight!

Yang Feng took a deep breath and held the Type 95 automatic rifle in his hand tighter, as if this would give him a sense of security.

He turned around and entered the building, turned over and rolled with the most standard tactical movements, then squatted down and held the gun and quickly glanced around. After confirming that there was no threat from the enemy, he stood up and arched his body, walked upstairs carefully, observing the movements around him while walking.

The building has been destroyed in an unusual way, but it can be vaguely identified as a teaching building with many classrooms, tables, chairs, and benches.

Yang Feng walked to the second floor and accelerated his pace after confirming safety, because the general teaching buildings are designed with double stairs and are distributed on both sides of the building. He came up from one side. If the sniper left the abandoned building from the other side, he would perfectly miss the enemy.

When he climbed to the fourth floor, Yang Feng's pace slowed down again. If the sniper did not leave, it was very likely that he would choose to snipe on the fourth floor as the commanding heights.

The commanding heights do not equal the highest point. From the perspective of sniper professionalism, the commanding heights are places that can monitor the surrounding environment and play a monitoring role, and are suitable for sniper combat.

Obviously, the fourth floor has met this requirement!

Yang Feng moved little by little towards the direction where the sniper was. According to the position on the hillside just now, the sniper should be at the corner of the abandoned building!

Yang Feng's pace was getting slower and slower, his heartbeat was getting faster and faster, and he could even hear the sound of his breathing.

With a high concentration, he gently poked his head out and pointed the barrel at the door.

But there was nothing in the room, just a piece of ruins of pits everywhere.

Yang Feng quickly scanned every corner of the room and finally found several golden empty shells on the ground next to the window, a total of six, which were very conspicuous.

Yang Feng became angry. He knew that it was left by the enemy on purpose, because even the most inexperienced sniper knew that he had to take away the shell he left when leaving a certain sniper position and leave no clues to the enemy.

The six dazzling shells in front of Yang Feng can only explain one problem, that is, the sniper's naked mockery and contempt of Chinese soldiers, so the shells are left because the enemy is not afraid at all!

"Bastard! Don't let me catch you, otherwise I will leave six popping eyes on you!" Yang Feng cursed, trying to walk to the window to check, but after just two steps, he suddenly stopped his body and sweated from his forehead.

Under the light, a small silver-shining silk thread was right in front of his left leg, only a few centimeters away from meeting it.

Yang Feng took a breath and secretly scolded the enemy for being insidious and cunning, and actually deployed a bomb before leaving.

He would not doubt at all that if he touched this thread, he would definitely be blown into blood and blood.

He crossed the silk thread, walked to the window, picked up the bullets on the ground and looked at it, with a caliber of 7.62mm*51mm, standard NATO ammunition.

Then, looking out through the window, there were snipers there, only the government defenders and anti-militants fighting.

"Damn it, I must have run away from the stairs on the other side!" Yang Feng roared, picked up the six shells on the ground, and prepared to chase.

But as soon as I walked to the door, a black gun barrel pressed against Yang Feng's forehead without warning!

Yang Feng's scalp was numb, and cold sweat suddenly appeared all over his body, and he did not realize that someone was approaching.

There is no sound, no sound, and there is no sound here!

Who is it? Could it be that the enemy just now has touched it back?

Yang Feng was a little desperate, but he was not experienced enough. He was shot back and was completely defeated this time, and he might have been here forever.

Yang Feng thought sadly, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and a hand slowly moved, trying to take out the Type 95 military dagger placed on the outside of his thigh.

He had already thought about it that even if he committed suicide, he would never be captured!

Just as he was about to take the next move, a cold voice from the outer door suddenly sounded like a woman who was so indifferent that she had no feelings, "Don't move, raise your hand."

After the words came, a figure appeared in front of Yang Feng.

Yang Feng opened his mouth wide in surprise, because the face of the figure turned out to be an oriental mandarin, and he spoke standard Mandarin!
Chapter completed!