Chapter 133

"Nothing has changed. It's just that the host is carried by his companions. You see, the footprints on the right are obviously much deeper. I said you don't study it. It's the same result with a microscope. If you have this Kung Fu, you may catch up with him by running two more steps." Lao Hei straightened up and motioned to continue running.

"No, no, if you think about it, we both have good physical fitness. This speed and this weather can't last so long. And don't forget, we're not chasing humans, but the hell monster that has become humans. Last time that guy's heart was pierced and he can escape. Therefore, the body movement function of these things can't use human breathing, heartbeat and blood To analyze the circulation system, it's not a way to catch up. We have to come up with a method that is much faster than them. "I thought about what to do as I said.

"Let shopkeeper Qian bring the car? Or borrow a helicopter from a Wei? It's too late. You'd better rely on the No. 11 bus. It's the most reliable. It's strong and durable. The fuel consumption for 100 kilometers is zero, but it's true to drink water often in this weather." Lao Hei said a little dry, biting the straw and drinking water.

Seeing his action of biting the side straw in his helmet and the strong wind that had blown a little shaking, I suddenly had an idea. Immediately shouted, "helmet, give me the helmet"

"What are you doing?" Lao Hei wondered a little, but he untied the belt and took off his helmet, which was already full of sweat.

"We can slide on the sand surface with the wind, step one foot in a helmet, and then slide like water skiing." I gestured as I leaned and pulled the traction object in front of me to slide.

"Where's the power? Where..." Lao Hei asked half. Seeing the parachute I took out of my backpack, he realized the answer to the question.

My specific idea is to open the parachute and drive us sliding on the ground after being forced by the wind. That is, the parachute will play the role of a sail. Moreover, by pulling different parachute ropes, the force state after the parachute is opened can be changed, and it can also play some role in adjusting the angle.

"This method is good. With the current wind force and your and my weight, plus the equipment of 50kg per person, there should be no problem. If shopkeeper Qian is here, he will be stupid. He has to pull the umbrella of the airborne armored vehicle." Lao Hei handed me his helmet and said at the same time.

But there was another problem. There were two helmets, which could only be used by one person, so we discussed who to pursue. In theory, Lao Hei is the best candidate. After all, he can give full play to the power of unparalleled Dao and have greater confidence in the face of marrow eating monster. But if I let him take risks alone, I don't think it makes sense. For a time, I fell into a dilemma.

"Hey, stop chattering, the two old men are chirping. I have a way, Sha lenger, go together," said old black. He pulled out the folding engineer shovel tied to the military backpack, twisted off the shovel head a few times, and stretched out his hand to signal me.

Seeing his movements, I understand that this guy wants to tie the shield shaped impervious spade head to his feet, just like the pedal he stepped on when skiing. However, I threw two helmets to him and took over the spade head, because the bottom of his military boots was almost rotten in the explosion just now. If there were no steel plate on the sole, the foot bones might be broken. Therefore, it is more appropriate for him to use Kevlar with better thermal insulation. I tied the spade head to the sole of my feet with a rope, and paid due attention to the angle, so as not to be worn off by the sand surface before sliding far.

When these were ready, I took out the umbrella from my backpack and tied the lower rope together. Then I spread it in the wind. Just listen to the "Hoo", the umbrella body was blown up by the wind. Otherwise, I might go to heaven immediately by pulling the rope. The rope was also pulled straight due to the force. Lao hei and I stretched our hands straight to hold the rope, straightened our body and tilted back. Our feet were shoulder width apart and stepped on their sliding objects. With the help of Uncle Feng, we began to slide on the sand.

The wind is blowing harder and harder. At the moment, our speed is no less than that of bicycles. With the strengthening of the wind, we have gradually become cars running in the urban area. Finally, we have reached a level comparable to some illegal vehicles. When I am worried that we will become the unlucky motor car again, the speed has finally stabilized and drove as fast as an arrow on the sand.

At our current speed, as long as there are three enemies left without wings, they will surely catch up. The shovel head of the engineer's shovel under my feet kept rubbing against the sand. It is estimated that if there were no thick military boots, I would be hot and cry. Even so, you can smell the burnt smell of the sole from time to time.

In this way, with the help of the strong wind, flying like sand surfing for more than an hour, a small black dot appeared in the telescope. Five minutes later, it became two small black dots. Ten minutes later, you can see the outline of the human figure in the telescope, and then you can see the human figure without the telescope.

However, the enemy was not blind. We had long found that we had two large parachutes floating above our heads. We immediately began to accelerate, and the two men took turns carrying the slow woman. Moreover, I also saw the woman's short hair in millimeters and her exquisite figure in the telescope.

"Shit, the master has found it." I yelled excitedly. I really wanted to shake the tight rope in my hand and shout "drive", but I remembered that I wasn't driving a carriage. How hard did I drive.

When the distance between us is close enough to shoot each other, both sides shoot impolitely with guns, but it is difficult to hit under such wind speed and weather conditions, not to mention that Lao hei and I both hold the umbrella rope with one hand and shoot with one hand. The enemy cunningly turned the shooting target to two mushroom shaped parachutes that were bigger and easier to hit and were still floating in the air. I don't know whether they had experienced professional soldiers or killers among the people they had smoked. Anyway, the two men who changed into medullary monsters were also very experienced in shooting. They put on tracer bullets and opened fire on the parachute.

Because we now use the parachute on civil aircraft, which is purchased from silk, long staple cotton and high-quality hemp, it is very flammable. While being pierced by the tracer bullet, it also produced one burning and expanding hole after another. When I lost power, I stopped first. Lao Hei advanced 200300 meters more than me.

One fell on the sand and rolled a few more times. Ignoring the yellow sand on one head and one face, I pulled out the preliminarily disassembled m107a1 from my backpack and quickly assembled it together. To tell you the truth, I'm not sure about this weather and this wind speed, but I have to fight. Even if I don't hit them, it's good to frighten them into soft legs and slow down.

Using a bipod on the sand will affect the stability. I threw my backpack in front of me, put a gun on it and began to adjust the sight. In this weather, shooting accurately or requiring the first hit is tantamount to a dream. The probability is basically the same as that of a fat man shooting down an aircraft with a rifle, which is infinitely close to zero.

After setting up the gun, I took out the trajectory computer, readjusted the sight with its assistance, and then aimed at the back of the bald woman. With a loud bang, I shot the first shot. The strong recoil was like someone hit me on the shoulder with a baseball. The first bullet hit seven or eight meters away from the target. For the sniper, this distance is equivalent to the idiom "eighteen thousand miles."

After the second shot, the bullet fell within two meters of the woman, but it also attracted the attention of the two men. The two people had a tacit understanding. One turned to cover the shooting, and the other hid behind the sand dune with a bald woman on his shoulder, trying to escape under the cover of the terrain.

Lao Hei used this Kung Fu to sprint forward for tens of meters, hid, loaded a medium speed grenade into the eglm grenade launcher attached to scar-l, locked the target's hiding place with a sight, and "Tong" shot the grenade out.

From a distance, the grenade exploded at the top of the sand dune, and the flying sand was very high. It is estimated that the three guys hiding behind were splashed all over. But a little sand on my body won't kill people, so Lao hei and I still need to work hard. We will never stop until they die.

Dada, the other party's rifle kept shooting at us, and I also fired again and again to buy time for old black to load. The second time the old black grenade launcher fired, the effect was much better than the first time, and it hit directly behind the grave shaped dunes where the three of them were hiding. But the only thing that was blown up was sand, not even half a piece of broken clothes. There was no movement when the gunfire followed each other.

Lao Hei jumped up and shook the sand on his weapon to avoid jamming. He ran behind the sand dune with a gun in a low posture. I also picked up a sniper gun and followed up, but when I ran there, I was as stupid as Lao Hei. There was no one except the big pit that was blown out.

"What we saw just now is not an illusion," Lao Hei said after turning around a few times.

"Definitely not, or the parachute burned itself?" I replied.

"Then they fly away?" old black spread his hands and said.

The word "flying" didn't matter, but the word "Dundi" thought it was a reminder to me. I immediately took him to jump away and wanted to start shooting at the sand from top to bottom.

But as soon as I jumped, I suddenly bulged a sandbag under my feet, followed by a man who jumped out with a lot of sand. He held an AK in his hand, the muzzle was wrapped in a plastic bag, and the gun body was tightly wrapped in cloth. At the same time, two figures stacked together also jumped out on the other side. The bald woman's head and face were covered, and a small bottle containing pure oxygen was exposed at the part of her mouth. This thing is usually taken by special forces fighting on the plateau for emergency use.

Stay away from us. The bald woman who put down her shoulder rushed at Lao Hei with a knife. For a moment, we immediately fell into a very dangerous situation and were likely to be killed on the spot by these two guys.

In a dangerous state, the human body will become much more agile due to the desire to survive. That's what I'm doing now. Holding a sniper rifle in both hands, stabbed the barrel as a stick, hit the muzzle of the other AK, and then tried to shoot this guy. The medullary monster didn't react slowly. He loosened his hand on the AK Red Guard wood and pushed the barrel of my sniper gun to the outside of his body. I also took advantage of this opportunity to grab the AK barrel and shoot at the same time as if they had discussed it.