Chapter 925 - The Destruction of the "Sand Ants"

A forest of death the size of a football field instantly grew on the desolate land where Lake Hamar meets the desert.

The tops of countless smoke pillars that criss-crossed like hedgehogs were shining with bright sparks, as beautiful as trees and silver flowers. The shrapnel and the shock wave tore apart everything within the killing radius, leaving everything within the killing radius unable to escape.

A cluster bullet that hit the target directly created a bloody place of death in the truck compartment. Even the capable man of "Sand Ant" deputy squadron leader Altikrit, Mohammed, didn't even say a word. He was killed by a finger-sized shrapnel that penetrated the back of his head.

The entire truck was completely torn apart by the dense bombardment of cluster bombs.

There were bodies with mutilated limbs lying nearby, and the cargo compartment was blown open. A heavy black box seemed to be still intact and lying quietly in the center of the explosion. The huge explosion did not even damage it at all.

"O Allah! What a devil!"

After spitting out a mouthful of sandy soil, the "Sand Ant" deputy squadron leader Alticrit stumbled and climbed up not far from the upturned jeep.

In the shock wave of the explosion just now, he was thrown out of the jeep and fell flat on his back, all the bones in his body were about to be broken.

Staring at the fighter jet that flew away at high speed after completing the strike, he felt a chill in his heart. He was about to walk to the jeep to pull the driver out, but when he bent down, he found that the driver had a look of fear on his face, his eyes widened, and there was an unnatural swelling on his neck. Twisting, obviously unable to survive.

In the roll just now, the driver was very unlucky and broke his own neck.

"What bad luck!"

Angrily spitting out a mouthful of sandy spit again, Alticrit was not at all happy about surviving the disaster.

The "Sand Ant" squadron was finished. Brother Abbas would definitely skin him when he came back, which made him shudder.

The vehicle, which was broken into pieces following Altikrit's orders, was not blessed by Allah and was lucky enough to escape the attack of the fighter jets.

Alticrit, leaning on the jeep to catch his breath, raised his binoculars and watched helplessly as his men were being slaughtered.

The black fighter jet lowered its altitude, and no one knew what kind of weapons were released. A speeding truck was inexplicably swallowed up by balls of fire. The people and materials on the truck were exploded into countless pieces on the spot, with thick smoke and flames. Rolling up.

"By God, this guy is a devil!"

Alticrit watched the countdown to his men's fate with a chill in his heart.

Unfortunately, a truck got stuck in the swamp. The militants on the truck didn't bother to drag the truck out. They jumped out of the truck with a scream and ran away. However, several red beams of light were fired at them continuously. The people fell to the ground, the shouts stopped, and in the blink of an eye they turned into corpses on the ground.

Gritting their teeth to seize the opportunity, the militants pulled the trigger of the Sam-7 anti-aircraft missile. They were shaken and a stream of white smoke shot out.

"here you go!"

Although the launched armed personnel were swallowed up by the violent fireball in the next second, Artikrit could not help but cheer. There were many desperadoes among his men, and they used the tactic of dying together at the last second.

boom! ~

The SAM-7 anti-aircraft missiles that pierced the sky hit the target as if by sheer luck.

Shot down?

By the grace of Allah, it actually hit!

As if taking a shot of stimulant, Alticrit jumped out from the overturned jeep and stared at the sky in stunned silence.

But the next second, his heart felt like falling into hell. The figure of the fighter jet broke through the exploding fireball, seemingly unscathed, and continued to explode the ground into a sea of ​​fire.

No, no, God! Are there tanks flying in the sky?

How could he be unscathed?

Are you dazzled?

Has Allah revealed His Majesty?

"O Allah! Which side are you on?"

Artikrit knelt on the ground and stretched out his hands to the sky, seeming to accuse this unscientific scene.

tank? No, that is something more powerful than a tank.

The small arms fire on the ground did not even scratch the opponent's oily skin, and continued to harvest the lives of the people on the ground nonchalantly.

The deformed wing fighter with the repulsion shield turned on has more defensive power than any tank in the world.

In addition to energy attacks, the repulsion shield is almost immune to most physical attacks. Lin Mo didn't care at all and pressed the fighter to an extremely low altitude to massacre the ground.

To deal with these stragglers, the previous carrier aircraft bomb was obviously too high on them, and ordinary electromagnetic rail artillery shells and laser cannons were enough.

The speed of the truck could not escape the pursuit of the jet fighter. In a short time, the "Sand Ant" squadron was wiped out without even touching the edge of Scar Canyon. Of course, only deputy squadron leader Al was left. Tikrit.

There was a shivering sound in his ears. Alticrit looked to the left and right, and suddenly realized that the sound came from him. His lower teeth were clicking against each other, and he could not help but make a tapping sound in fear.

He wanted to run away, but his legs felt like they were filled with thousands of kilograms of cement and he couldn't even lift them up. He watched helplessly as the fighter jet slowly landed in front of him.

Vertical takeoff and landing?

American? Or is it British?

Limited intelligence sources led Alticrit to determine that this fighter jet must be American or British. Only these two countries possess such technology.

Landing? What does it want to do?

In order to fight for a chance of survival, Altikrit raised his hands decisively and shouted at the fighter jet that opened the cockpit hood: "I surrender! Don't kill me, surrender!"

Although I usually disdain to use English, at this time, my pronunciation is particularly standard.

The pilot who stood up in the cockpit gave him a cold look, took out a huge firearm from the cockpit, jumped to the ground, and walked towards him.

Damn it! It's a Marine pilot!

He was also wearing an armor that looked like a Space Marine, which was completely different from the pilots he had heard of before. Well, it must be an American secret force.

Altikrit didn't think about China and Russia at all. Only Americans can play with technology so dazzlingly.

Whatever weapon the opponent is holding, its caliber is almost as good as a hand cannon. It is completely believed that the power of this weapon is enough to beat Altikrit to pieces.

As if being stared at by a terrifying prehistoric monster, Alticrit didn't even dare to have the slightest thought of resistance. He threw away all the weapons on his body and forced a forced smile on his face to show his expression. He is harmless to humans and animals.

The American Marine Corps is already very powerful. If there is another Air Force Marine Corps, it will make people alive. The only thought in Artikrit's mind is to survive.

"come over!"

Lin Mo waved and directed the lucky one who survived to walk towards the truck that was destroyed by the cluster bomb.

"Yes Yes!"

Artikrit nodded and bowed in response, executing the other party's orders without any compromise.

A black box as big as a coffin lay quietly in the wreckage of the truck, still unscathed as the flames continued to burn.

Alticrit looked at the messy "barbeque stall", turned his head to look at the pilot wearing full body armor with a look on his face, and hesitated.

He doesn't know how to pull chestnuts from the fire. If he reaches out his claws now, he will probably be scorched on the spot. God will definitely not accept a Muslim who commits suicide.

The opponent kicked an iron lump over. Alticrit looked down and saw that it was an offensive grenade, or something belonging to the "Sand Ants" squadron. Maybe it was blown away by some unlucky guy in the car. , he raised his head blankly, only to see the other party pointing at the burning wreckage of the truck.

Put out a fire with a grenade? Alticrit quickly understood what the other party meant, lowered his head and picked up the grenade.

boom! ~

The wreckage was blown apart by the shock wave. Although it didn't put out all the fire, it at least blew up everything around the black box.

Alticrit, who got up from the ground, took off his turban and wrapped it in his hands, rushed over, and used all his strength to drag out the hot black box.

"Hey, sir, I've already dragged him out!" Alticrit smiled in an accommodating manner, completely ignoring that the palms of his hands had been burned and blistered.

After he was brought here, Alticrit understood that the culprit behind the tragic destruction of their "Sand Ant" squadron was this unknown black box.

Lombardo at the headquarters asked them to take temporary custody of such a terrifying thing, which brought disaster to their "Sand Ant" squadron.

This damn Lombardo had made their "Sand Ant" squadron miserable. All seventy lives had been sacrificed in this wasteland. Alticrit already hated this guy to the core.

"Open the box!"

The muzzle of the electromagnetic rail rifle pointed at the black box, and Lin Mo issued a new command.

"Open the box? Okay!" Alticrit's life was in the opponent's hands. Naturally, he would do whatever the opponent said.

The black box that still contained high-temperature residual heat seemed to have a combination lock. Altikrit took out his kettle and poured a little water on the all-metal combination lock. White smoke rose up. If it hadn't been forced by water, When the temperature drops, I'm afraid if you press your fingers on it, the skin will be charred and the flesh will be rotten.

The water continued to be poured until the temperature was bearable, but the quality of this box was really reliable, and it was actually invulnerable to water and fire.

password? Damn it, he was just a box keeper, how could he know the password? Alticrit looked at Lin Mo with a pleading look.

"123456!"

Lin Mo casually reported a cheating password number.

Alticrit pressed it, but there was no response.

"88888888!"

Alticrit's forehead twitched as he wondered who was the idiot who set this password, but there was still no response.

""

When I entered the password for the third time, the black box shook slightly, and suddenly there was movement. It seemed that I had entered the password correctly.

Alticrit's face showed surprise.

But this expression was permanently fixed on his face