Chapter 28

Are you just waiting to die?

No, I will never! I still have a rifle. I still have more than 20 bullets. Even if I die, I have to pull some bastards on my back. Even if I am just a small mosquito at the moment, I must suck out a tube full of his blood.

Cheng Chong felt the blood boiling in his body for a moment, and a heroic and tragic mood came into being. His red eyes, like those of a hawk and a falcon, were enough to kill all the creatures in front of him.

He stretched out his hands and rubbed his face, which had changed color, in order to wake himself up, so as to fight the enemy bravely at the critical moment. Don't fall asleep and miss the last chance.

When Cheng Chong looked out, he saw that the group of militants had found that they had been cheated again, shouted and scolded for a while, and then began to search nearby.

They can't find it. When the best time comes, they must take the initiative to shoot. In this way, they can give this group of bastards a biggest blow.

Cheng Chong roughly looked at his current position. Although his current position is not very ideal, he can make do with it. The soil slope is about half a meter high and about two or three meters wide, which is enough to hide and hide. Moreover, the soil is hard and thick, so there should be no problem blocking rifle bullets.

Cheng Chong put the AK47 rifle on the right side of the earth slope. In this way, he is completely under the cover of the earth slope. He only needs to poke out half his head to see everything in front clearly.

He rubbed his face from time to time and pinched himself from time to time, trying to keep himself awake temporarily, maintain the necessary excitement, and adjust his breathing at the same time, so as not to affect his shooting with the undulating chest.

When he looked forward carefully through the collimator, he saw that the four militants looked two to three meters away from each other and searched for themselves. They were about 70 or 80 meters away. At this distance, the human eye could see only a vague shadow at most in the night with poor visibility.

However, Cheng Chong couldn't care so much. He quietly moved the barrel of the gun, quickly locked the gunman walking in the front, then closed his left eye and entered the aiming state. This time, he was still ready to make a short shot, because in this way, his grasp would be higher.

Dada, dada!

The sharp sound of the rifle in Cheng Chong's hand suddenly exploded, and the three bullets roared with Cheng Chong's anger and hatred towards the militant walking in the front.

Even though the militant disappeared into Cheng Chong's sight, Cheng Chong was slightly relieved and thought he had hit. However, it was not far from just now. After a while, the armed man actually stood up again, as if he had come back from the dead.

fuck! Missed again! He missed again. Cheng Chong scolded secretly in his heart. He was very disappointed with his smelly shooting. Recruits practice their marksmanship every day, but they don't pay much attention to it. At this moment, they know how deadly marksmanship is on the battlefield.

But Cheng Chong didn't blame himself for long. Rows of bullets came one after another and swept to the slope where Cheng Chong was hiding. Cheng Chong was suppressed by the enemy's powerful firepower again.

On hearing the news, all the other militants turned their directions and stepped towards Cheng Chong in twos and threes.

Although the group of armed men had front and rear, they were almost arranged in a line from the position of chengchong, and the muzzle of each gun was frantically shooting at the slope he was hiding.

Dada... Dada

Bullets hit the earth slope like hail, forming a curtain of death.

I fuck your grandmother! Can you fucking shoot? Since today, you bastards have been chasing me to sweep. Can't I sweep? I'm really the guy in my hand. Why can't I burn a fire stick?

Cheng was so angry that he almost got angry with high blood pressure and heart disease when he remembered what happened today. Cheng Chong's face changed quickly. His eyes were like a knife. He was murderous. He fought hard! I'll fight with you bastards! If you're not afraid of death, just put your horse here.

He gasped for breath, quickly fired his gun to the right, couldn't take aim, and hugged the trigger to the end towards the group of militants who were almost in a straight line. It seemed that this didn't completely dispel his hatred.

I fuck your grandmother! Come on! Son of a bitch! Come on! If you are not afraid of death, just come!

Dada... Dada... Whew

At the moment, Cheng Chong uses his rifle as a machine gun. The long flame from the muzzle of the gun lit up almost everything nearby, but it was far less than the anger he repressed in his chest.

One after another, the warheads were pushed by the burning gunpowder, roared forward, angrily shot at the group of militants, rolled up a rolling heat wave and a series of breath of death.

The rifle's powerful recoil shook him like a sieve, and he couldn't take it into account.

Desperate passion! Desperate madness! Desperate counterattack!

At the moment, Cheng Chong is extremely excited and crazy. At the moment, he is like a bloodthirsty beast, like a bully who overlooks the sky.

Cheng Chong shouted, vented and fanatical. He held the trigger tightly, and the muzzle of the gun was facing the group of militants, sweeping from left to right until the rifle was out of ammunition.

Within the range of his sight, after this round of crazy shooting, the group of militants fell one after another, and this fall was completely different from the two fallen militants, because Cheng Chong never saw them get up again.

Hit, it must have hit! If I had known that the shooting was so effective, I would have done so long ago. Why should I be pursued again and again and recklessly by these bastards. Cheng Chong, after receiving the gun, was still intoxicated with the excitement and madness just now.

Unexpectedly, after the gunshot, there was a dead silence. The group of militants were completely surrounded, and all the militants who were not shot fell to the ground. They dared not look up or stand up for a long time.

After the silence lasted for a moment, the group of militants completely blew the pot. For a time, they shouted, all kinds of abuse and all kinds of shouting in unison.

For a long time, Cheng Chong didn't shoot again. They gradually became bold, and then someone tentatively got up. Then, all the unarmed militants stood up. The cat arched his back, searched and continued to shoot.

After a desperate counterattack just now, Cheng Chong, who gradually calmed down, was extremely tired and sweating. At the moment, he had overdrawn almost all the physical energy he could overdraw. His eyes were bleary and blurred, as if he could sleep at any time.

But the stubborn Cheng Chong didn't admit defeat. He had to close his teeth and pulled out the flying eagle warrior inserted in his waist to make the last blow. He really likes this dark and shiny dagger. He just got it and hasn't played much. It's estimated that they will have to take it back again. Alas! After all, it's an external thing. Life doesn't bring it, and death doesn't bring it.

Cheng Chong sighed, looked at the eagle warrior in his hand, couldn't help kissing, and then smelled a thick blood smell. It was this thick blood smell that made Cheng Chong feel inexplicably excited and excited at the moment. It was this thick and bloody smell that aroused the oldest and most primitive male wildness in his bones and genes.

All his passions were ignited, and the blood in his body almost evaporated. His eyes were very red at the moment, and the murderous spirit could almost easily destroy everything in front of him. The corner of his mouth tilted one way to the right, blowing crude air from time to time. He was fearless enough to despise everything in the world, and was exposed in an instant.

Soldiers can only stand and die, never live on their knees, fight when they meet the enemy, and fight to the death. As long as they live, the battle will never stop. Even the last action of life freeze must be to attack and kill the enemy.

Attack! Attack! He shouted in his heart!

Cheng Chong, with blood boiling, struggled to stand up and squarely welcome the final fight. Although the enemy's bullets are still shooting endlessly at the moment, he doesn't care and has no fear. His mouth is still hoarse and firmly shouting: "kill! Kill! Kill!".

Unfortunately, Cheng Chong, who had lost his strength, barely supported himself. He fell down decadent and danced for a long time, but he couldn't borrow a trace of strength.

Kill! Kill! Kill!

Only the hoarse cry of killing still sounded intermittently.

Come on! Just put your horse here! Kill! Kill! Kill!

Cheng Chong breathed a sigh of relief.

In a trance, I vaguely heard the gunfire suddenly fierce.

Son of a bitch! I'm still playing this game at this time.

Cheng Chong thought that the enemy had approached and launched the final attack, but at the moment, his eyes could not be opened at all. He could only vaguely inquire about the situation around with his two ears.

Bang! Bang! Bang

incorrect! The gunshots were different, as if they were fired from two completely different directions, and the gunshots kept coming one after another. One side suppressed the other, and then took turns, as if they were shooting at each other.

No, the sound of the gun is too familiar. It seems to be the sound of the Bayi rifle, right! Yes, it's the sound of Bayi rifle and Bayi bar full-automatic rifle. Cheng Chong firmly believed that because he was too familiar with this kind of gunshot, he always believed that only the sound of Bayi rifle would be so clear and flawless, like the sound of a huge light bulb suddenly broken at the fastest speed.

Soldiers have extremely strong feelings for guns, especially for guns independently developed and manufactured by their motherland. They are almost dissolved in blood and immersed in bone marrow.

Bayi rifle! It's a fucking Bayi rifle!

Dog day! You bastards are here! I wait until the flowers are gone! If you don't come again, I will thank you even if the flowers don't thank you.

At this time, Cheng Chong had mixed feelings, as if the underground party working in the enemy occupied areas had finally seen the organization after many hardships.

The last point of willpower supporting Cheng Chong collapsed.

He fell heavily.