Rise of the Wasteland

The T-72's maneuverability is good. The 700-horsepower diesel engine gives the car a surging power, allowing it to circle around the desert and push the layers of sand waves, as flexible and fast as roller skating.

Playing with such juggling in a tank of more than forty tons is simply a violent beauty. The heavy machine gun on its turret spurted bullets like a raging behemoth beating justice. Nosra soldiers who could not escape were caught under the car body, and the flesh and blood squeezed lubricated every link of the track.

With the desolate desert as the background, the flames of the machine gun, the impact of the armor, and the roar of the engine are a shock that strikes the soul.

The ordinary people living in comfort expect this kind of pleasure from bones and blood, and now they see the scenes only in dreams on the TV screen.

Countless people are yelling, countless people are screaming, countless people are boiling blood! Whether it is at home, in a bar, in a commercial street, as long as there is a TV screen, all kinds of shocked people will appear.

And just when the excitement of the audience was exploded, click ... CNN signaled. Because the scene was too **** and violent, this immediately ignited the anger of countless people.

Even the Americans are cursing the CNN hostess who appears on the screen, but the **** that can attract them in the past are not being noticed at this moment.

The young people who are looking for excitement are eager to see the **** scene just now. They are scared and half dead while they experience marijuana while trembling.

Inadvertently, Zhou Qingfeng appeared publicly in the image of undead. Whether he liked him or hated him, he instantly conquered the hearts of countless people.

Although he did not reveal his identity, Zhou Qingfeng's image was fixed in countless people's minds-with a skeletal skull helmet, half of his body reached out the turret and clenched his heavy machine gun.

A few hours ago, Fidel, the CIA's senior intelligence director responsible for killing Zhou Qingfeng, had just finished his mission and slept peacefully. But when he slept soundly, he was awakened by a fierce knock on the door, and his intelligence assistant shouted heartbreakingly at the door: "Mr. Fidel, there is an emergency."

Fidel hurriedly got up, dressed, opened the door, and saw his intelligence assistant holding a tablet in his hand, showing a video of a tank raging infantry. At first he thought it was a Hollywood blockbuster, but wait to see the man on the tank turret ...

Hematemesis, this guy is not dead yet? How serious is his revenge? I was smashed by the "Tomahawk" and ran out of revenge within a few hours, and still came with a tank!

"Go to the command room and call everyone back. Contact the frontline vulture team, I want to know the specific situation." Fidel's forehead was sweating cold, he grabbed a coat and ran outwards, already feeling things in his mind On the worst side, it was completely out of control.

Fidel would scold if he could. He can imagine how furious his boss will be when he learns about the situation, and when he thinks about it, it seems that even His Excellency the President is paying attention-hiss ... It seems that the President has also tweeted. How can I find this face? !!

Those who have played the game know that a powerful enemy boss is not terrible. The terrible thing is the type of boss that can't be beaten all the time.

Each time the BOSS appears in a new face, the former effective trick will be invalid afterwards, as if the fight is endless. This will cause great psychological pressure.

Fidel is now under this pressure, and Lieutenant Sheldon is under the same pressure. He led the team's "Sea Seals" and was in charge of rehabilitation after Palmyra, but found four or five optical camouflage fragments. When expecting more gains, who knows ...

Fidel called over a communication phone. "Vulture One, the target is not dead, he is still alive."

What? !!

I never saw the body of the target of this mission, which made Lieutenant Sheldon always uneasy. He asked the situation and knew that the situation was urgent, and he quickly led the team to jump on the armed pickup and killed at the shooting scene where Aidid was involved.

"'Javelin', 'Javelin', give me 'Javelin'."

Armed pickup was speeding, Lieutenant Sheldon standing on the roof shouted to his men. The heaviest weapon they carried in this mission was the 'Javelin' anti-tank missile. There used to be 'Hellfire' with 'Death' drones, but now 'Death' can't come, you can only rely on 'Javelins'.

Assemble the "javelin" launching barrel and the aiming control device, start the infrared camera on the "javelin", and it is within the range of Lieutenant Sheldon within two thousand meters.

Lieutenant Sheldon glanced at the individual computer on his arm and used GPS to determine his location, silently estimating the area and time he might meet the enemy.

Thinking that the mission objective has disappeared the stealth optical camouflage, he is still driving an extremely conspicuous tank, and he is carrying a 'Javelin'. He has a little more certainty.

Coming out of the city's ruins in the dark, three armed pickups were divided into a fan and searched forward. The original "seal platoon" of six had only four remaining, and was barely able to fight.

"Pay attention to the sand dunes on the left, about 300 meters away from the sound of a tank engine!" A pickup from the pickup truck on the left shouted a radio seal.

The desert terrain is so annoying, the seemingly flat ground is undulating. A two or three-meter-high dune cut off Lieutenant Sheldon's sight. He had just aimed at the 'Javelin' missile at hand, trying to order a subordinate to investigate forward. A heavy tank appeared over the dune .

"Damn it!" Lieutenant Sheldon yelled. Just because of a dune, the fighting distance between the two sides was reduced from several kilometers to several hundred meters. In the face of a tank, with the exception of his 'Javelin', the weapons in the hands of his teammates could not hurt the opponent.

In a sudden encounter, anyone who has armor has an advantage. The T-72 is an advantage. Lieutenant Sheldon must calm down and operate the missile ~ www.readwn.com ~ cannot attack immediately.

The “Javelin” fire control system began to identify the target, and after locking, the head was cooled, and the fire control director issued a short dripping sound. Too close, choose direct mode. The missile banged out of the launcher and the rocket engine ignited ...!

Lieutenant Sheldon completed this series of actions at an unprecedented speed, but he still didn't feel fast enough. Because the flying T-72 slammed heavily on the ground, a loud noise was generated and the heavy machine gun on its turret opened fire.

The armed pickup truck that was on alert bears the brunt of it, and its 'seal' team members who use it have become even more useless. Retreat is irreversible, so I can only rush to attract the attention of the tank, hoping to provide a few seconds for Lieutenant Sheldon behind to lock the target.

In just a few seconds, the unarmored armed pickup was fragmented and nearly disintegrated by more than a dozen large-caliber machine-gun bullets. The sacrifice of his comrades made Lieutenant Sheldon almost burst into tears.

At this moment, Zhou Qingfeng on the turret was ashamed of death, and was fiercely shaped. He quickly smashed a magazine and was slightly relieved by the dread of the 'axe'. When he wanted to reload the ammunition, a bright spot in the distance suddenly skyrocketed and flew quickly.

The millimeter-wave radar on the skull helmet quickly determined the target, and the laser on the back of the shoulder popped up and emitted a strong laser silently. The light path in the dust was clearly visible, and the incoming missile was actively detonated several tens of meters away.

Explosive fireworks illuminate the night sky, the blasting air waves radiate boundless heat, and the flying fragments make Zhou Qingfeng have to bow his head and retract into the turret. In the deafening noise, he seemed to hear a stern, unwilling shout coming from the wind.

Zhou Qingfeng, who was able to kill, suddenly laughed and said, "Ha ha ha ...! Yankee, still want to kill me? Not so easy!"