He didn't even bother with the halted tanks, but Chen Fan didn't see this.
At this moment, Chen Fan was still lying in the yellow sand to his left, watching what was happening.
As this troop continued to advance,
Chen Fan raised his anti-materiel sniper rifle again and aimed it at the advancing troops.
No matter what, Chen Fan would do his best to stop this troop's advance.
After all, Chen Fan had to ensure that these people from the New Seventh District suffered as few casualties as possible. This New Seventh District was a powerful and advantageous base for him to confront the Thirteenth District after his mission was complete.
Although he didn't know if this Seventh District would listen to him, he still had to do his best.
At least he had to let his personal charisma envelop the hearts of the entire Seventh District.
Although Chen Fan admitted that he had considered using the Seventh District, he still felt that these people should suffer as little casualties as possible.
At this moment, the regimental commander of the First Regiment.
The regimental commander of the First Regiment was watching the Carter Group Army's troop ahead through binoculars. He was about to retreat when he was suddenly surprised.
"Did Commander Chen single-handedly stop the entire Carter Group Army?"
This was the only thing the regimental commander could think of.
He thought that their Seventh District leader was fighting alone, helping them to stop the first attack of this Carter Group Army.
But then, the regimental commander saw the Carter Group Army turn back again.
"Could it be... could it be... Commander Chen is dead?????"
The regimental commander of the First Regiment mourned to himself.
His subordinates looked at their regimental commander blankly.
"Regimental Commander, what are you doing!" a soldier asked, seeing his corps commander's expression.
But the regimental commander of the First Regiment did not respond.
He was still immersed in his own grief.
Suddenly, the regimental commander of the First Regiment also seemed to wake up and shouted to the sky.
"Commander Chen, we will definitely remember your will and strive to resist this Carter Group Army!!!"
This was all the regimental commander could think of.
He looked at the approaching Carter Group Army with a look of resignation.
Meanwhile, Chen Fan was clearly unaware that he had already died in the minds of the regimental commander of the First Regiment.
Chen Fan, lying on the hillside, was watching the Carter Group Army slowly moving towards the regimental commander of the First Regiment and chose to continue his ambush.
As Chen Fan's shots rang out one after another,
Gunfire once again erupted around the Carter Group Army.
Hearing the gunfire, the Carter Group Army, although still flustered, did not panic too much. They continued to advance towards the position of the regimental commander of the First Regiment. Then, a tank appeared before Chen Fan's eyes, surrounded by the Carter Group Army, slowly approaching.
"Don't blame me for being impolite," Chen Fan, hidden on the hillside and blending in with the yellow earth, said.
As the words fell, he pulled the trigger again.
This time, the anti-tank manganese steel special armor-piercing shell directly hit the muzzle of the moving tank, and the muzzle crashed to the ground.
The Carter Group Army lost another heavy tank.
And in the jeep behind the tank, Chen Fan, who had just succeeded the deputy general, had clearly been slapped in the face.
But he dared not get out and look ahead, as his superior had been torn apart by Chen Fan's anti-materiel rifle before.
At this moment, the aura of Chen Fan, the God of War of China, surged forth.
"It's really been a long time since I've been on the battlefield."
Chen Fan suddenly sighed.
Yes, Chen Fan, who had once dominated the battlefield.
He had fought against the regular army of the United States. How could he fear the Middle Eastern troops of Marshal Carter, who had not undergone systematic training?
Chen Fan was the God of War of China.
The founder of strategic warfare, how could he fear these small group armies from the Middle East?
Chen Fan's gunfire continued to ring out.
The penetrative power of the anti-tank manganese steel special armor-piercing shells directly struck the entire troop.
The entire troop dispatched by the Carter Group Army had truly been completely demoralized by this sniper, whose location they didn't even know.
The soldiers at the front of the group army really wanted to flee at this moment.
But the newly appointed general in the rear still directly commanded the entire troop to advance.
Meanwhile, the regimental commander of the First Regiment, seeing that the group army was in disarray again, realized that Commander Chen had been there all along.
The regimental commander of the First Regiment continued to stand his ground.
Although there was chaos in the group army ahead,
Chen Fan had told him before he left that he must defend this position to the death.
The regimental commander of the First Regiment had also promised Chen Fan that if the enemy wanted to pass, they would have to step over his dead body.
Chen Fan, on the other hand, remembered that he had once been intimidated by his own aura.
"How could I forget that I am the God of War of China? I forgot that I am a sub-deity level expert. Indeed, staying in the Thirteenth District for too long has made me forget my true strength."
This was Chen Fan's thought.
But at this moment, Chen Fan was still enjoying himself, continuously pulling the trigger of his anti-materiel sniper rifle.
Shot after shot fell on the enemy.
Chen Fan was probably the only one who used anti-materiel rifle bullets to shoot people.
But Chen Fan had gone to great lengths to deter this troop.
If this troop was not deterred, the regimental commander of the First Regiment might face a massacre.