They had seen the devil!
This was what the Libyan rebels who had rushed into the house were feeling. How could a man who was not even afraid of guns be considered a human? He was a demon who had emerged from the depths of hell, and his scarlet eyes were the best proof of that.
The one-sided massacre continued, and more than a dozen Libyan rebels were scared out of their wits. They threw away their guns and ran down the stairs, screaming in fear. There was only one thought in their minds — escape from the claws of the devil. They wished their parents had given them more legs to run for their lives.
When they escaped from the house and returned to the group, the dozen or so Libyan rebels collapsed on the ground. Their faces were pale, and they were panting heavily. Their faces and foreheads were covered in cold sweat, and a few of them had wet their pants. It turned out that they had lost control of their bladder due to the fear they had suffered.
"Damn it, what happened? Where are the others? "
Hamis yelled as he stepped forward and kicked one of the rebels.
"Dead, all … all dead. He is not human, he is the devil, he is the devil …" one of the Libyan rebels said.
One of the Libyan rebels who had managed to escape said in a trembling voice, "He … he used a steel bar to crack our heads open like a watermelon. Our blood and brain juices are all over the place … Ugh …"
He could not help but vomit as he recalled the scene earlier. His vomit landed on Hamis's shoes.
"Trash!"
Hamis's mouth twitched, and he kicked the rebel in the chest.
BAM!
With a muffled thud, the Libyan rebel flew backward and landed heavily on the ground. Not only did he vomit the digestive fluid in his stomach, but he also vomited the blood clot in his chest.
Khamis didn't pay any more attention to the dozen or so soldiers who had escaped. Instead, he looked at the house in the distance, then gnashed his teeth and roared, "Blast it with all your might! I want him to be reduced to dust along with this house!"
He was furious. Out of the 200 men who had gone in, only a dozen had returned alive. Coupled with the number of people who had been sacrificed earlier, the loss had greatly exceeded his expectations. Even if he managed to kill this Hua soldier, the leader would not reward him. On the contrary, he would be severely punished for it.
"Yes, sir."
The adjutant turned around and relayed his orders.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh ~
More than a dozen mortar shells whizzed towards the house. Round after round, the shells bombarded the house as though they didn't cost anything.
In an instant, dust billowed and rubble rolled down. The already dilapidated houses were once again heavily damaged. After withstanding five or six rounds of artillery bombardment, they finally could not bear the burden. Like a building that had been subjected to a precise blasting project, it collapsed and disintegrated, turning into ruins.
"Lieutenant Colonel, even a robot made of stainless steel would have been smashed to smithereens with this house, let alone a human being made of flesh and blood." The adjutant tried to comfort Hamis.
Hamis gave him a tight slap across the face. "Do I need you to give me advice after the fact?!"
"Yes, yes, yes, I spoke too much." The adjutant nodded repeatedly and retreated to the side.
"Hmph, Mie from Hua's NSA is just so-so. He actually thought that he could protect that war correspondent and escape from Libya. He must be dreaming."
Hamis looked at the ruined house and spat. "Send a message to the leader and tell him that the flies have been swept away!"
"Yes, sir."
The adjutant nodded and turned around to walk towards the communications vehicle.
Right at this moment, a sniper bullet tore through layers of space and pierced into the adjutant's left temple with a "pu" sound. It then came out from the right temple, bringing with it a smear of blood. The adjutant's eyes were wide open and he fell to the ground before he could even let out a miserable cry.
Hamis was shocked and quickly crouched down to look for cover. He looked at the adjutant's lifeless face and felt his heart in his throat.
"Lieutenant Colonel!" A team leader came over.
Another sniper bullet flew over and accurately pierced through his head with a "poof" sound. Another corpse lay on the ground.
"Idiots, hide yourselves and don't show yourselves!"
Hamis's military training was superb, and he was not scared out of his wits. He yelled at his subordinates a few times, and those who wanted to run past him did not act rashly. Instead, they hid behind cover and came to his side safely.
At this time, all the Libyan rebels were shrouded in fear and fear. Mie was not dead, and the house they were in had been bombed into ruins. However, Mie was still alive, and he had used some unknown method to move to another house next door. They could not help but wonder if they were really fighting a human being.
"Damn it, is there another sniper?" Hamis said angrily as he leaned against the vehicle.
"Every shot is a headshot, and it seems to be that Hua's Mie. He is not dead …"
SMACK!
Hamis slapped the face of the subordinate who had just spoken. With a ferocious look on his face, he roared, "Are you still dreaming? You're not dead yet? Why don't you try to hide in that house and get hit by 50 or 60 artillery shells? Let's see if you can still survive. " He looked in the direction where the sniper bullet had come from and said, "The two houses are about 20 or 30 meters apart. Unless he can fly, where else could he have moved to?"
"Yes, it must be another sniper. It can't be Mie!"
Another subordinate agreed with Hamis's statement, but he was sweating profusely. In fact, everyone knew that there was no other sniper. It had to be Mie. Otherwise, why didn't he attack them just now? Why did he wait until Mie was dead before revealing his coordinates? It didn't make any sense, but none of them dared to accept such a ridiculous and ridiculous idea.
"Hahaha …"
Hamis laughed maniacally, as if he was excited that someone agreed with him. His laughter was hideous, but deep in his eyes, there was an unconcealable fear. He shouted hysterically, "Continue to fire! Blast him and that house into smithereens!"
"Yes, sir!"
As soon as he gave the order, artillery shells filled the sky and began to bombard the house.
This time, the cannoneers didn't just cover the house, but the entire building area. The cannoneers continued to reload the cannoneers, as if they wouldn't stop until they had fired the entire box of cannoneers.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The ground shook, and the mountains shook. The explosions were so loud that they sounded like thunder. Dust rose into the air, and under the bombardment of artillery shells, the area became wider and wider. In the end, the entire area was shrouded in dust, and nothing could be seen beyond five or six meters. It was as if countless smoke bombs had been dropped into the area.
This group of Libyan rebels was on the verge of collapse. Xiao Luo had become their nightmare, and that was why they were so extreme.
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