In the night vision device, red bands of light flashed from time to time, and after each flash, someone fell to the ground.
These members of these special forces, known as one of the most elite in the world, were powerless to fight back, and the people who fell to the ground wailed and indirectly affected the morale of everyone, and soon, there was chaos in the ranks, some people fired indiscriminately, they didn't care at all, bullets flew everywhere, and some people were hit by stray bullets and fell to the ground again.
York knows very well that in fact, the infrared heat source scanning of the night vision device can see the other party, but the other party's degree is unbelievably fast, almost suddenly appeared in one place, and then shot, and disappeared again in less than a few tenths of a second after the success, leaving only the residual temperature in the air, projected on the night vision device looks like a broken band of light.
"Gather the team, close the team" York gave orders to his subordinates almost in a rage, and the scattered formation gave his opponent an opportunity, like a death flying overhead but not visible, and each time Deathwing passed by, one of the team members would be severely damaged.
York had no time to regret that he had accepted such a thousand-knife mission from Captain Mendes, and the only thing he could do at this moment was to minimize casualties and take out these brothers who had been born and died with him.
Gathering the men and moving slowly back to back, encircling the wounded and the soldiers transporting them in the center, York wanted to use this method to make the enemy hidden in the darkness unavailable.
The remaining dozen or so SEALs dragged their wounded colleagues close together, almost close to each other, back-to-back in a circular defensive circle, with the muzzles of the black holes all pointing forward, and they would shoot wildly at the slightest movement, because there were no more people of their own.
But soon, York's current approach was not as good as expected, and the opponent didn't seem to take this tactic seriously at all, and it was still so easy and free.
A soldier standing in front of the right suddenly screamed, and all eyes were on him at the same time, and the corporal clutched the base of his neck, blood gushing out of his tactical gloves.
It still leaves a faint trace of residual warmth in the void, but it is impossible to see the target, not even a shadow.
The wounded corporal fell to his knees, unable to speak, and the conductor made a strange noise in his throat, his eyes widened and he looked around in horror.
"His trachea was severed," the medic in the squad immediately stepped forward to examine the wound and report the injury to York, "This guy is very precise in his knife, and he happened to cut two veins and trachea. ” Able to strike a knife in an instant, and can accurately avoid arteries in the neck where the blood vessels are crisscrossed, and only cut the veins and trachea, what a master of using a knife is the enemy hidden in the shadows York felt his heart getting colder and colder, and the big stone pressing on his heart was destroying his nerves little by little.
He suddenly left the circular defensive circle, rushed to the clearing, stood on the hot scorched earth, and scolded aimlessly like a madman: "You king who has suffered a thousand knives, bastard, Thailand, man, demon, if you are a man, come out and fight with me, everyone is like a man, red knives in and white knives out, don't sneak in and hide in the shadows like a girl."
He was full of foul language, cursing the ghostly opponent with all he knew.
After scolding for twenty seconds, behind a broken wall, there was a voice as cold as an ice cellar, "You're not wrong, I really don't grow eggs, I'm really a girl, now, you're satisfied."
A delicate figure appeared on the broken wall, Lena's figure was even more graceful in the moonlight, if it weren't for the fact that this was a murderous enemy, perhaps many seals would have begun to swallow saliva desperately by now.
Da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da Almost at the same time, the gunfire was so loud that the seals didn't even think about a fair showdown, and York's words seemed to them to be just a kind of angry talk, or even a tactic, a tactic that could lure the other side out.
Everyone secretly cheered for York in their hearts, and the enemy who had never been able to see even a shadow finally appeared in front of him.
There is no time to lose Everyone frantically fired at the low wall, eager to empty the bullets on their bodies in a matter of seconds, and the hot shells fell to the ground, clanging like rain, steaming white, and soon piled up a thick layer of bullet casings on the ground.
"Reload" Pleas for continued firepower come and go, and highly trained SEALs know how to keep that fire suppressed without stopping.
The bricks on the low wall flew everywhere, and the thick cement outer layer cracked like a freshly baked shortbread in an instant, turning into a flying powder.
The continuous shooting made wisps of white smoke ooze from the muzzle handguard of everyone, and the ammunition used by the Chintilami bullet is specially manufactured, and the efficiency is dozens of times more powerful than that of ordinary charges, which can make the Chintilami warhead generate enough kinetic energy, but at the same time, it also brings huge chamber pressure and astonishing high temperatures.
Although the barrel of the gun was modified, it was a little unbearable at this time, and turned dark red in the dark, like an iron bar that had just been drawn out of a steelmaking furnace.
"Ceasefire" York finally raised his fist, "CeaseFire" None of them could stop firing, their nerves tense and their fingers barely stopping, pressing on the trigger until the magazine was empty.
A large part of the entire remnant wall more than one meter high has been directly "cut", leaving only less than 30 centimeters high, and there is no way to hide a person at all.
"Is she dead?"
finally one of the seals spoke, feeling his mouth dry and feeling the urge to fight for the water.
"Captain, that," said another seal, "it's a ghost, or a man" "Don't panic" York tried his best to suppress everyone's fear, in fact, he himself beat faster than anyone's heartbeat, "That's just an ordinary stinky girl, she is also flesh and blood, as long as she hits, she will die I have come into contact with this kind of person, they just have some special abilities, not invincible, don't be afraid" After some rhetoric, everyone finally felt a little at ease.
"You're right, I'm just a, and I'm going to die if I'm hit by a bullet in Chintilami."
Suddenly, the sound from that hell sounded again, and everyone felt like their pores were about to explode, and the cold hairs stood up under their clothes.
Oh my God, that horrible creature didn't die: