Peerless Genius System

I saw the devil!

This is the feeling of the Libyan rebels rushing into civilian houses at this time, not even afraid of guns. How can a person who brutally and simply slaughtered them with a piece of steel bars be considered a human being, basically a demon who broke out of Nine Pyloric Hells, the scarlet eyes are the best proof.

The slaughter continued while dozens of frightened Libyan rebels threw down their guns and ran downstairs in shock. They had only one thought in their minds - fleeing, fleeing the devil's claws, at a time when they hated that their parents had not given them many more legs.

When they fled the house and returned to the ranks, the dozen Libyan rebels sat on the ground with their asses paralyzed, their faces pale, their breath constantly loud, their faces and foreheads sweating cold, their pants wet, but they were scared to pee.

“MD, what's going on? Where are the others? ”

Hamis kicked one of them in the front and yelled at him.

“... dead, all... dead, he's not human, that's the devil, that's the devil...”

One of the escaped Libyan rebels had no focus on his eyes and shook his voice and shook. "He... he punched our heads open like watermelons with a steel bar... both his blood and his brain... vomit...”

I couldn't help but vomit when I thought about the scene, and the vomit fell on Hamish's shoes.

“Rubbish!”

Hamish smoked in the corner of his mouth and kicked his foot in his chest.

“Boom ~”

Suffocated, the Libyan rebels flew directly backwards, falling heavily on the ground and not only vomiting digestion in the stomach, but also bleeding out in the chest.

Hamis ignored the dozen fleeing soldiers, looked at the house, and then bit his teeth and screamed: "Boom, bomb me hard with shells, I want him to turn into a powder with this house! ”

He was angry that two hundred people had gone in and returned only a dozen alive, and that, together with the number of previous casualties, such losses greatly exceeded his expectations. Even if the Chinese soldier was killed, the chief would never reward him, and instead he would be severely punished for them.

“Yes."

The deputy turned to convey his orders.

“Boo-hoo!”

More than a dozen mortar shells whistled towards the house, one round after the other, bombarding the house indiscriminately, as if at no cost.

When the sand and dust rolled up and the rubble fell, some already broken houses were again badly damaged. After five or six rounds of shelling, they were finally overburdened, like buildings that had been subjected to precision blasting projects, collapsed and turned into ruins.

“Colonel, don't say a flesh-bodied man, a robot made of stainless steel, is going to have to crumble with this house under this shelling.” The deputy consoled Hamish.

Hamish's backhand slapped him in the face: "And you gave my horse cannon here!? ”

“Yes, yes, it was me who talked too much.” The deputy nodded and stepped aside.

“Humph, so is the annihilation of the NSA in China. It was his grandmother's spring and autumn dreams to try to protect the war reporter from us in Libya. ”

Hamis looked at the ruined house and spit, “Send a message to the chief and tell him the flies have been cleared! ”

“Yes."

The deputy nodded and turned around and walked towards the comms car.

At this moment, a sniper bullet ripped through the heavy space, and a "puff” burst into the left temple of the deputy officer, then through the right temple, bringing out a bloody water, while the deputy stared at his eyes, even screaming in the future fell to the ground.

Hamith jumped, busy cat looking for shelter, looking at the deputy's dead-end expression, one heart mentioning the voice.

“Colonel!” A leader walked over.

Another sniper bullet flew in, and the sound of "puff” penetrated his head with precision, leaving one more body on the ground.

“Idiot, keep your eyes open for my cat! ”

Hamis' military literacy was hard and he was not scared to death. He yelled a few times at his subordinates. The subordinates who had tried to run over him did not move any further, but came to him safely by means of a shelter.

At this time, all the Libyan rebels here were covered in haze and fear. They were not dead. The house had been bombed into ruins and was still alive. They did not know what was being done. They moved to a house next door. They could not help but wonder, are they really fighting a human being?

“MD, is there another sniper?” Hamis leaned backwards against the vehicular path of anger.

“The gun exploded, as if it were the end of that Chinese country, he didn't die...”

“Bang ~”

Hamis slapped his hands on this talking subordinate's face and shouted, "You're not asleep, you're talking in your sleep, you're not dead? You try to hide in that house and get bombed by 50 or 60 shells to see if you're gonna die?” He looked again at the direction of the sniper bullet coming in, and he said, "The two houses are 20 to 30 meters apart, unless he can fly, where else can he move to? ”

“Yes, it must be another sniper. It can't be doomed! ”

Another subordinate agrees with Hamis that it is just a cold sweat like a waterfall. In fact, everyone's heart is like a mirror. Where is another sniper? That must be annihilation. Otherwise, why didn't you attack them just now? It would be illogical to wait until annihilation to start exposing your coordinates, but none of them dare to accept this heinous thought, heavenly nightmare.

“Ha-ha-ha...”

Hamis laughed furiously, seemingly exasperated by the fact that one person agreed with him. His laughter was frightening, but deep in his eyes, it was difficult to conceal his fears. He was almost hysterical and he yelled, "Keep firing and bombarding me with that house! ”

“Yes."

A single order was given, and the shells were fired indiscriminately at civilian houses.

This time it covered not only that house, but that whole building area, and the artillery was constantly loaded with shells, as if it had never stopped without firing that whole box of shells.

“Boom! Boom!”

The mountains rocked, the explosion rolled like a thunder, the dust rose, the area covered by the bombing of a shell grew wider and wider, in the end, the space was covered by dust, five or six meters out of sight, as if countless smoke bombs had been dropped here.

This group of Libyan rebels is near the brink of collapse, and Sholo has become their nightmare before such an exaggerated move!

And in such a harsh environment, Sholoh was like a camouflage ghost, harvesting the lives of these Libyan rebels as sand and dust pervaded the entire space, and the dagger in his hand was like a sickle of death, and where it passed, the chicken dog remained.