chsdbacks Chapter 844 Desert Raid Battle!
Chapter 844 Desert Raid Battle!
Vermouth calmly removed the hot magazine and replaced it with a fully loaded new one. Her fingers slightly adjusted the angle of the gun, trying to catch the next target in the rolling sand curtain.
The sandstorm became more and more violent, visibility dropped to almost zero, and even identifying the sporadic swaying shadows became a luxury.
But as a top agent, Baijiu had already predicted Vermouth's predicament.
He squeezed the horse's belly hard, and the steed neighed under his control. Its hooves left a chaotic trail on the sand, and it changed direction in an instant.
Start galloping in an unpredictable "S" shaped route!
This time, there is no doubt that Baijiu once again transformed into a gambler in the desert. He firmly believed that his horse could complete this difficult task.
This completely disrupted the vision and aiming lines of the pursuers behind.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!" The bullets shot into the sand wall behind him in vain, and the sound was instantly swallowed up by the strong wind.
"You still understand me..." A barely perceptible arc appeared at the corner of Vermouth's mouth, and without any hesitation, she pulled the trigger again.
The liquor perfectly created an excellent sniping window for her.
However, these cavalrymen were by no means lambs to be slaughtered.
After two or three people fell in succession, they immediately realized that they had fallen into a trap carefully designed by the other party.
"Everyone dismount! Advance on foot!" A man with an unusually large build and a rough voice shouted sternly. He was obviously the captain of the team.
There is a reason why they chose to walk.
The area is characterized by rolling dunes and complex terrain. In extremely low visibility, mounts not only fail to provide a speed advantage, but are more likely to get startled or stumble, becoming a burden.
Walking is slower but safer.
They took off their rifles from their shoulders, held them in their hands, and tactically moved towards the core area where the sandstorm was more dense.
Although the view is also blocked, the rolling sand wall itself becomes the best bulletproof barrier.
On the other side, Baijiu had already rushed into the abandoned small settlement on horseback.
He patted the horse's sweaty neck and said soothingly, "You've done well enough, old friend. Have a good rest."
Then he swiftly jumped off his horse and rushed into the nearest adobe house in the face of a strong wind that could tear his skin.
This house can hardly be called a bunker—
If Liu Yuxi had lived here for a while, perhaps when he returned to his own residence, he would not have written "Praise of the Humble Dwelling" but "Peach Blossom Spring".
It has no windows. Perhaps there were windows once, but they have long been completely erased by time and wind and sand, and the walls are pitifully thin.
Baijiu has no time to complain.
His trained sense of direction and ability to operate in extreme visibility allowed him to move quickly in the dimly lit room, trying to find the most advantageous defensive position before the enemy surrounded him.
Outside the house, the chaotic and cautious footsteps penetrated the whistling wind and sand and came closer and closer.
The subtle sound of the soles of shoes rolling over the sand was infinitely amplified in this environment, like a countdown to death.
Baijiu pressed his back tightly against a relatively intact earth wall, held his breath, and held the pistol in his hand very steadily.
Just as a vague figure was about to appear at the door—
He pulled the trigger without hesitation!
"boom!"
A precise "pre-shot"!
The enemy fell to the ground, and blood instantly gushed out from his wound, soaking the yellow sand beneath him.
His wide-open eyes were filled with confusion and disbelief. Until his death, he never understood how he was discovered by the god of death who was hiding in absolute darkness.
"Captain!" Another enemy growled in horror, reacting extremely quickly. He reached out and grabbed his fallen companion's ankle, struggling to drag him back to the only shelter outside the door.
They immediately realized that the opponent in the house was far more difficult and terrifying than they had imagined.
A young rider knelt down, and with trembling hands, he closed the eyes of the captain who died with his eyes open.
He took a deep breath of the hot, dusty air, and when he looked up again, only the burning flame of revenge remained in his eyes: "Captain... I will avenge you."
Inside the house, the liquor was taking advantage of this brief gap and quietly retreating into the depths of the house.
The muzzle of the gun was like the vigilant eyes of a cheetah, moving quickly between the only main door of the cabin and a possible hole or side door on the side, without daring to relax for a moment.
It is obvious that they have absolute advantages in terms of geography, numbers and firepower.
It should have been an easy task to encircle and annihilate an enemy trapped in a shabby house.
But the captain's instant death gave all the survivors a wake-up call!
In their perception, the captain is a top-notch player with a great reputation in the organization, and his combat ability is even better than that of Gin and Mojito!
In fifteen years of bloody career, he has never been injured once!
And now, he has become the first victim?
But in Baijiu's view, it was just like dealing with an NPC. He didn't even know the man's code name, Baijiu, and he was too lazy to find out.
Ice-cold fear instantly gripped everyone's heart, and cold sweat soaked their inner lining.
That man in the room...who is he?
You know... in the entire organization, the one who is stronger than the captain...
You can count them on one hand.
Is it...
Is that the legendary man?