Hiding in a bamboo house with almost no covering effect is no different from running naked in front of thermal cameras or battlefield scanning radars. However, now American soldiers only have a shimmer night vision device on their heads. This thing has no ability to see through. In the Myanmar village where gunfires come one after another, shouts and explosions sweep their ears, even experienced veterans cannot easily determine his hiding place. What's more, this cheating partition wall is killed, and all the attackers are killed on the spot. Who can indicate the target to their companions, or even adjust firepower to level the bamboo house with radiated death ultimatum...

Identify the target, confirm the position and ballistic conditions, and then hold the trigger and shoot at a long time. The young man who repeatedly reaps his lives quickly became popular. He killed several of the closest "delta" in succession and then moved his position with his gun. During this period, he also asked for two arc magazines from Ivanov.

This kind of attack method that is like a wall-swiveling shot seems to be a waste of ammunition, but in fact it is incredibly efficient.

After shooting three magazines, Long Yun swept around the surroundings in the gap between the bullets, and found that all the US soldiers at close range were killed, and there were as many as seven or eight.

The general army may not care about such a degree of loss, but the "delta" that relies on elite troops is difficult to resist.

Seeing that the situation had changed, the US soldiers had given up the raid and began to adjust their tactics. After all, for the "Delta" that dispatched several UH-60 helicopters at a time and sent two teams to carry out missions, the thirty-two elite special forces members are already quite large, and now they have lost one quarter of their personnel at once. They are still against civilian armed forces with poor combat power. The commander of the team, Harold McMillan, was sweating coldly on his forehead. After hesitating for a moment, he ordered the communications soldiers to answer the phone.

Damn it. I thought it was a sure night attack. I wonder what the Burmese monkeys used. Is there something else in it?

Damn, if this is the case, why didn’t the Cia guys say it before!

Leading the team to carry out missions in the hinterland of Myanmar, every "Delta" elite, in the eyes of Captain Macmillan, is priceless, and is now overturned to the ground by a Burmese man. Of course, he has no good face. After the phone is quickly connected, he yells, but the man on the other end of the line is indifferent:

"'Troy', your guy failed to complete the task?"

“We are on the mission!

'Linderberg', you said that the Burmese people in the village were just a mob, which is not true at all," while speaking, he looked up at the distance, and the captain's face became darker and darker. "We have encountered organized resistance, and now there are heavy casualties! As the commander, if we cannot clean the 'area 2' in two minutes, I must let my people retreat; as for the explorer you want.**ing_damned, who knows him-"

“—‘Darlère’?

He is in the village, and my intelligence clues have always been very accurate."

He was talking to Captain Macmillan, who was furious and panicked in his words. Lindberg, the head of the CIA Myanmar mission team, was squatting under a big tree, holding the intercom in his hand with a tired look; the sound of fire fighting came from a distance, and he sent Macmillan with a pity for words, and responded to him and his "Delta" elites with sarcastic sympathy, while raising his hand to twist the intercom knob:

“It’s me, code alpha_0197;

The 'Delta's' are in trouble, so we do it ourselves."

I made a phone call quickly, but I was disappointed at Cia. The "Delta" under U.S.army's command has never been so embarrassed. Harold McMillan cursed and inserted the walkie-phone back into the leather case with hatch.

At this time, a shocking explosion came from the village, and the orange fire illuminated the gray smoke in the dark sky; the mission target that was originally available became very far away at this time, and the superior's retreat was delayed. The captain bluffed and threatened "Linderberg", but the latter seemed to have not heard of it. He just sent him away with a cold saying "continue to carry out the mission". Thinking of this, McMillan was angry, so he simply called the teams to "be careful to avoid conflict" when performing the mission.

No matter how you train, you can kill someone if you are negligent on the battlefield. Seeing the excitement of elite members being shot and killed one after another and being able to bear it, the captain finally decided to "retreat immediately".

He called the teams to approach the evacuation point, and he jumped out of the helicopter with great abilities, waved a m249 machine gun from the bulkhead in his hand. Without any target found within his visual range, this action could only be understood as "bringing yourself courage"; in the unknown village in the Baodewen mining area, he was bleeding from his head, and the gunshots and screams in the walkie-talkie even shook McMillan's understanding of the "delta" and his special operations. He even began to feel fear. In this corner of the wilderness village where there was no moonlight and darkness, there seemed to be a fatal threat lurking around. And these unprepared guys seemed to have fallen into a trap all of a sudden, and they were killed and injured before they could figure out who they were fighting with.

Burmese monkeys, an ordinary militia in a village, didn't believe they could have such strength, but this is the end-

"Clang-Puchi--" The sound of the bullet coming out of the bore was buried in the chaotic gunfire. The deadly warhead flew from a distance to the nearest, looking around in a daze, Harold Macmillan, who was calling the team members to get out of the battle immediately, felt that his head seemed to be swung by a pan. The scenery in front of him suddenly moved. Before he could understand what was going on, he took another heavy blow on his shoulder, and his whole body staggered and fell at the door of the cabin.

The machine gun in his hand disappeared. The captain was so nervous that he tried to get up, but found that his entire arm was no longer conscious, and then a star appeared in front of him and fainted in the severe pain.

A point shot injured the commander of the "Delta" force, and Long Yun's movement pace was indeed very fast.

With his super power to slaughter the enemy unscrupulously, he almost completely controlled the battlefield situation within a few minutes. The "August 1st Bar" in his hand spit out, and the string of bullets shot onto the Americans as if they had eyes.
Chapter completed!