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Chapter 36 Sniper Artillery (1)

A judge got up from the ground. He shook his head and shook the sand on his body. He looked around and saw three judges, including the first companion who was killed by a grenade, fell into a pool of blood. This "judge" who was in his own world, with the power of 100,000 people in his hand, was really crazy. He jumped onto a pickup truck, glared at his completely congested eyes, pointed to the direction where Shi Shaoying escaped, and shouted: "Let's shoot, kill him, kill him..."

Amid the judge's hysterical screams, Chinese-made pickup trucks ran on the bumpy ground like crazy. The armed rebels standing in the back of the car must stabilize their bodies while controlling the heavy machine guns mounted on the car's bucket to shoot at Shi Shaoying desperately, wasting a lot of bullets into the air in vain. []

But the pickup truck rushed forward less than five hundred meters and suddenly made a move similar to horizontal drifting. The soldier who was operating a heavy machine gun and frantically stragging was caught off guard. He had only time to make a scream and was thrown out of the car and fell heavily on the ground full of gravel and gravel.

Another soldier responsible for providing ammunition for heavy machine guns jumped out of the car and groped in the sand for a while. He quickly found a two or three-meter-long wooden stick with iron nails on it, like a lengthened weight-loss version of the mace. The wooden sticks similar to this had seven, arranged side by side, forming a thirty-meter-long "level". Shi Shaoying sprinkled a layer of thin sand on them. As long as a car drove over from above, a slightly better tire would leak air. For the pickup truck that the judge and the others were not well maintained, aged, and of average quality, it would be a tire blown out!

Climbing out of the carriage and looking at the wooden stick with iron nails, the judge's lips shook for several times before finally reacting. He snatched the automatic rifle from the soldiers beside him, first hitting half a shuttle in the sky, and then screamed: "Why are you still standing there? Keep chasing me!"

As well as the driver, five soldiers holding rifles followed the judge and rushed towards the direction where Shi Shaoying escaped. As they passed the small hill that Shi Shaoying had just hidden, the judge suddenly stopped.

When Shi Shaoying lurked behind a small hillside, he was idle and used a knife to draw a huge picture on the ground. Frankly speaking, Shi Shaoying really lacked the talent for painting. He used a circle to represent his head, two vertical paths to form his body, and two left and right strokes represent his arms, even if he drew a character.

Draw a small aperture on this character's head, and you dare to say that the other party is a god descending to earth!

Behind this infinitely simplified version of the immortal was a gate. The immortal leaned against the gate and stretched out his right hand to the several "mortals" standing in front of the gate, making a stop action.

Perhaps because he was afraid that the other party would not understand the meaning of his painting, Shi Shaoying wrote a sign in front of the text displayed on the translator screen and inserted it to the side of the super "comic". On this homemade sign, the words were written: God said, "A tainted mortal, you want to enter heaven, but you have no way to go!

Looking at everything in front of him, the judge was so angry that his whole body was trembling. Such a picture and sign were challenging their beliefs with the most brutal and shameless attitude. Even if it was as strong as the United States, in order to avoid condemnation of world public opinion and ruthless revenge from the Islamic country, he would never do so extreme or so ruthlessly!

The judge walked over with trembling body and kicked the sign. While the sign was kicked up, a wire with metal texture in the air stinged the judge's eyes in an instant. It was a steel wire tied to the wooden pole of the sign, covered with sand, and made the most simple and disguised camouflage! The other end of the wire was tied to a grenade with a broken safety! Next to the grenade, two 60 mm caliber mortar shells and three magazines filled with bullets were tied!

Looking at the death trap with sharp fangs exposed in front of him, the judge's face showed a color that was ten times worse than crying. Yesterday, the group of judges in the five-member group decided the life and death of others with a high attitude. Who would have thought that just one day had passed, even himself had four people died, and even if they died, they were not qualified to go to heaven again and have an immortal life?!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!!

Three consecutive explosions were mixed with ninety bullets in the middle, like a burst of blazing beans. Hundreds of shrapnel that were burned red by the high temperature in an instant were covered in radial shape under the push of the shock wave. At the same time, the bullets that were directly detonated were even straight, rotating, rotating, and jumping in the air. Facing the shrapnel and bullets that were hit by the head and faced with such a close distance, the judge and the five rebel soldiers behind him were trembling as if they were electrocuted. When one piece finally ended, their entire bodies had been completely sieved.

The rebels following the judge rushed out of the town stopped, and even the other two pickup trucks that could still drive normally without iron nails stopped chasing. Everyone opened their eyes wide and looked at everything that was still filled with smoke from behind the hill bag with a look of disbelief.

They are fearless, but after all, they are not the "seniors" who fought with the American special forces in Mogadishu in the 1990s. The ones they fought with were just a group of government troops who did not even have a standard military uniform. To put it bluntly, it was a confrontation between the boy scouts and the boy scouts. Starting from the detonation of the grenade by Joleira, they were linked together and killed every step. When did they have seen such a cruel, ruthless, and such an effective way of killing?!

If it were Afghan flying eagle Meng Tan leading a team to chase Shi Shaoying, he would never touch the sign, because Meng Tan, the commander with seventeen years of experience in the most tragic war, could be seen at a glance that this is the "angry" type of thunder used by special forces on the battlefield in order to effectively kill the enemy!

If Meng Tan was here, he would not have stood there stupidly like the rebels around him, staring at the corpses in a daze! Because...

Shi Shaoying stopped suddenly. He quickly set up an m224 mortar at a position where he had already set it in advance and marked it with a knife. He didn't even do anything like lifting a telescope to find a target. He then set up a cannon stand and used the most skillful movement to adjust the shooting elevation angle of the mortar to be in place. Sweat constantly seeped out from the skin of his body, not only penetrated into his eyes, but also into his lips, allowing Shi Shaoying to taste the unique saltiness of his sweat again.
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