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Chapter 45 The Eagle Over Jakarta (Part 2)

"I still have to wait for Wanying to open her eyes and ask her to forgive me for sharing my feelings for another woman. I also want to accompany Shanna and her to grow old slowly. I also want to lead my brothers to split a paradise on this cursed land..." I have too many things to do, I have too many unfulfilled wishes, and I let out the craziest cry in my heart: "I can't die!"

Bullets whizzed from above me from the front, back and left and right of me. The broken stones hit my face hard and burst into bursts of scorching pain. Feeling the unique burning heat when the bullets flew at high speed, my naked skin trembled like a nerve again and again, and large beads of sweat kept pouring out of me from my head.

My heart beats vigorously in my chest, pumping a large amount of crazy blood to every cell in my body again and again. The muscles filled with explosive power in my body are excited again and again, cheering again and again, and with my love, my hatred, my anger, and my hope to make the craziest sprint!

I ran faster and faster, and I ran wilder. The brothers behind me burst into tears. Looking at the dozen M16 Grail rifles that kept spraying fire tongues at me, a squad leader jumped up from behind the cover and shouted: "Brother can fight for us, why can't we fight for him? Just die, die, rush for me!!!"

"Dadada..."

The two squads roared with light machine guns at the same time, suppressing the enemies of the two firepower points. The machine gunner roared hysterically: "Damn, you bastards come and hit me, shoot me, and shoot me against me! Let me see if you are a flying tiger or a soft-footed cat who dares to hide in the dark and secretly fire a cold gun!"

More than a dozen grenades hit the square together. As the smoke rolled, sixteen soldiers exposed themselves to the enemy's gun together in such an unexpected situation, following me and slacking off their lives and running wildly.

Seventeen of us are crazy bulls, angry tigers, crazy bulls, and unreliable madmen!

Although only seventeen people were sacrificing their lives to run wildly, they forced a terrible pressure that only when a group of thousands of troops charged. Although bullets flew past us, my soldiers, my brother, my most trusted companion on the battlefield, could still laugh wildly: "Who can't run? Who can't fight for life? Brother, do you want to find any excitement in the future, and don't bring us with you, even if you are the eldest brother, the division commander, and my immediate boss, I'm fucking anxious with you!"

"Bang!"

A soldier suddenly made a terrifying sound when the wooden stick broke. He fell head-on and looked at his right leg that was broken by a gun, which was only connected to a little flesh and bone chips. He pulled out a saber and cut off the flesh and bone chips that were still connected to him. He rolled behind a statue with both hands, held up his automatic rifle and suppressed the enemy behind the fire point. He tried his best to shoot and shouted: "Tell me, I will never leave my body to the enemy. There is also a fire bomb on my body. Run away!"

If no one turns back, you will die if you look back!

No one hesitates a little, hesitates to die!

Listening to the roar of his brother who had been with him for more than ten years and feeling his determination to die, the tears of the iron-blooded men poured on the empty square in front of the Jakarta Airport. These crystal tears were slapped onto the hard marble floor, splashing small splashes of water.

The meteor of life draws out a brilliant light in the distant universe.

Everyone's eyes were instantly covered with an absolute blood red. This blood red is the most crying howl from the heart, the iron-blooded soldier has no involvement, no madness without any kindness, righteousness and morality, and the most vigorous murderous intent that needs to be vented and washed with blood!

A machine gunner is crazy!

The person whose legs were broken was his best brother. They kept watch together, worked on duty together, made mistakes together, and received honors together. During training, they never left each other. On the battlefield, they fought behind their backs. As long as they felt the temperature of the brothers around them and heard each other's powerful heartbeat, they would not feel lonely, nor would they feel afraid.

This is a kind of relationship that is more close and more brotherly than blood that has been carefully cultivated for more than ten years and is watered with blood and sweat!

"If you want to die, die together!"

While roaring loudly, the machine gunner picked up the squad light machine gun in his hand, jumped up and exposed himself to the guns of all enemies without any scruples, firing wildly. I, who had already run to safety, screamed: "Idiot, lie down quickly! This is the order!!!"

His brother hiding behind the statue also roared: "Are you fucking stupid? Go down!! Go down!!! Have you heard that? If you don't fucking fall, I'll shoot you! Instead of letting you die in the hands of the enemy, it's better to let you die in my hands!!!"

"Give me your gun!"

He reached out to grab the light machine gun from another colleague's hand, and the two squads used light machine guns to shoot together in his hand, "I'll attract their firepower, run quickly, don't die with me!"

Just one person had two guns, and he attracted everyone's attention. Although he knew that his purpose was to attract firepower and create opportunities for other accomplices to force the fire, his crazy murderous aura, his life flame that gave up all hope of survival and suddenly burst out with the most violent brilliance, forced the soldiers of the "Middle East Flying Tiger" to point their weapons at him, and dared not point them at him! It was a kind of instinctive self-protection when facing a terrible powerful enemy beyond their understanding.

Those who participate in this war will always remember this day, remember this person, no, remember this God of War!

Tungsten steel cord bullets hit him one by one, and his body kept exploding. No one could believe that after being shot so many times, his body was so broken, he could still live and stand proudly there!

His left leg was broken, and he stood there in a golden rooster's independent position with one leg. His body was as firm as if he was tightly engraved on this cold land with a huge steel nail. His right leg was also broken. He threw down violently, but he immediately struggled to get up, stabbed a needle of morphine into his body, and laughed wildly while spitting blood: "Fuck, which idiot fired the gun, it was so fucking accurate. Both broken legs were the same length, just so that I could stand up again!"

He actually used two broken legs that exposed the blood of white bones and exposed the thick white bones and the blood... and stood up again!

I was stunned, everyone was stunned! Where is this still a person? Where is this still a creature with flesh, blood, life and emotion?! He is the purest weapon of war that will not stop working or killing without completely smashing him into pieces!

Two light machine guns began to roar again, and his body trembled slightly as the shell splashed. The bones on his left and right broken legs made a "squeak" sound on the marble floor until his leg bones stuck in the gap between the two marble plates, and finally firmly held his body.

After years of war, the "Middle East Flying Tiger" who thought he had seen the most cruel war test was finally scared. The trembling from the bottom of his heart made them shoot at the war machine whose legs were broken regardless of everything. Such a madman and such a madman are definitely a nightmare for any army on the battlefield, not to mention that there is definitely more than one such madman. The enemies they are facing today... are all!

His arms were broken by bullets, and he could no longer use any weapons. Looking at the two light machine guns that fell beside him, and then looking at his partner who had all run to safety, even the brother who had been broken with his right leg was carried out from the line of fire by the machine gunner who had passed by the last machine gunner. This soldier of the Fifth Special Forces, this brother, and this hero, showed a proud smile. He lowered his head suddenly and bit the incendiary bomb that had twisted the safety cover with his teeth.

"boom!"

With a blast, his body was completely covered with flames, and he burst into laughter.

At the same time, we saluted our most solemn military salute to the pile of fire, and a phoenix lived forever in the fire.

He shook off the tears from the corners of his eyes, and pulled out two specially modified Desert Eagle pistols and said wildly: "Blood debt and blood will be paid, kill me!"

"Eagle, Xiongxiong, I am a flying tiger, I am a flying tiger, and there are eighteen terrorists who forcibly break through our blockade line. They may attack you from behind. Repeat, eighteen terrorists who forcibly break through the blockade line..."

No one answered, no one noticed, because at this time, I had already brought seventeen human-shaped crazy dragons who had completely returned to the beastly nature and entered the underground passage.

Japan's heavy industry and electronics industry can rank among the top two in the world. With this pride and arrogance, they filmed countless dinosaur express Ksai, super-time and space fortress, and cosmic knight cartoons, and called themselves the invincible world, the savior of humanity, the evil nemesis, and they had super high-tech weapons, and they had countless heroes and protagonists, while those enemies and super BOOS were all stupid. Although they had huge troops, they made mistakes one after another. They went back and forth for dozens of rounds, allowing people to attack mediocrity with their elites, and eventually they were at the end of their lives.

However, it is undeniable that Japan can indeed produce a large number of special weapons that cannot be popularized on the formal battlefield based on its outstanding heavy industry and electronics industry!

The United States has long developed a weapon that can roll on its own and directly fall into a single pit to explode. The special equipment used by the Japanese Eagle Special Forces is an enhanced version of this weapon.

The Eagle Special Forces did not force the attack at all. They used several squads to form a fire defense net with light machine guns and more than a dozen MP5 submachine guns at a corner of the underground passage. After this defense net, more than a dozen soldiers were playing electronic games, grabbing the control stick on the remote control box and swinging back and forth. Under their command, rubber balls with a diameter of more than 20 cm jumped, leaping, rolling and rolling in the underground passage, making various incredible actions in the air. Once they reached the target position, as long as they press the red button on the remote control, the entire rubber ball would suddenly explode.

These little Japanese people simply regarded this anti-terrorism war as a laboratory for them to test the effects of various weapons. They installed different cores, white phosphorus bombs, blasting bombs, incendiary bombs, suffocation bombs, mother bullets, anesthesia bombs, manganese steel flying nail bombs. All of them are powerful and they are never allowed to be seen. Each one can be called a fucking perverted weapon that will never die!

Faced with this omnipresent special weapon, Cheng Yuanxia's fifth special force had no choice but to retreat step by step.

A rubber ball was thrown to the ground again, but the rubber ball only bounced two or three inches on the ground, rolled four or five times, then rolled weakly to the corner of the wall and fell into silence.

Is it broken?

A flying eagle soldier ran over to pick up the rubber ball. I don’t know if the rubber ball was leaking or something, but it was covered with sticky liquid. When the soldier saw the object in his hand with the light, he was stunned for three seconds before he suddenly screamed: "Nobita..."

The soldier only shouted halfway through his words, and he felt dizzy and dark, and suddenly he was as light as a swallow. His perspective kept hovering in the underground passage in a 720-degree rock rotation. In this kind of similar radar scanning, he clearly saw that behind the Eagle Special Forces, a unit of more than a dozen people was launching a raid on them. These enemies did not use guns at all, but were silently assassinating his colleagues with sabers one by one. The enemy who rushed in front was like a demon king coming to the world. His hands were red, the M9 saber in his hand was red, his hood was red, and his whole body was red, that was the color of hell, the color stained with blood, that was cursed by countless unjust souls, and the color plated!

A corpse without a head stood somewhere on the battlefield, and the blood spurted out was two feet high. He was holding a bloody ball in his hand. It seemed as if he was tired of living and tired of living. He directly twisted his head with his own hands, and was about to take it hard as a football.

"Isn't that Nobita's head? Could it be that I..."

"Kill! Don't let go of any one!!!" I laughed wildly and kicked the head on the ground for fourteen or five meters away.

The sound of gunfire suddenly rang in the underground passage. The soldiers of the Japanese Eagle Special Forces just wanted to slap themselves a few times, make them pretend to be handsome, make them just want to play video games, and make them only know how to play other people's homes with "rubber bombs". Now they are playing, they are stupid, are they finished now?

MP5 is a universal submachine gun for the world's anti-terrorism forces. Now, counter-terrorism forces from more than 50 countries use this weapon. It uses 9-19mm Balabellum pistol bullets, which have the advantages of fast firing speed, good stability, small recoil, good concealment and light weight. It can dig a large amount of ammunition at the target in a short time.

Well-trained SWAT questions can use this submachine gun with one hand in assault battles to free their right hand.

This MP5 submachine gun has shined brightly on the anti-terrorism battlefield and is also a standard equipment of the Hong Kong Flying Tigers, but if it is broken, it is a special submachine gun for anti-terrorism.

It uses the Barabelom pistol bullet. In the eyes of our professional soldiers, this kind of bullet is purely a fucking bird gun, a bird gun that cannot be killed.

Even if the bullets are fired quickly and have good stability, the bullets are poured on us. However, this kind of special bullet for a shotgun cannot penetrate the No. 5 bullet on our body armor. What can they do?
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