Chapter 344

But the shovel didn't say anything, but signaled us to study how to kill the last snake. Finally, we solved and designed an ambush circle. The shovel and another person under his hand made bait. When they found something flying overhead, they immediately gave a warning, and then we and the mercenaries crossed fire to shoot them over their heads from the left and right sides. Although the visibility is low in the fog, if automatic weapons are used to shoot intensively, the coverage is still considerable. More than a dozen guns fire at the same time. Even sparrows are estimated to be able to kill, let alone such a big strange snake.

After the plan is discussed and the location is determined, we will sneak to the direction of the forest first. There are some barriers. When the snake attacks us, we can use the tree to block it. The shovel will lead the snake. I, Ivan drunkard and others are on the right side of the ambush circle. All the remaining mercenaries are on the left side of the ambush circle. Both sides will fire at the same time waiting for the signal of the shovel.

The whole plan was very dangerous, but after all, there was only one snake left, and it was injured. The grasp was more than 50%. The shovel looked at the sketch we drew carefully, and his face was almost stuck in the snow. After determining the position of the two groups, he nodded and walked away with a gun and a grenade to attract the snake's attention.

All of us who could make the gun touch the side of the grove. We were very nervous all the way. We raised our feet and walked gently like crossing a minefield. We had to be nervous for a long time to step on a small branch with a thick refill. The atmosphere dared not go out and entered the designated position, waiting for the signal of the shovel.

The whole ambush circle stayed in the woods shrouded in thick fog, quietly until the strong light of tactical flashlight appeared in the distance, followed by the shovel and another of his men shouting: "come, come, right above us", and then there was a sound of flying footsteps.

"All ready," said SM and I to the people next to us.

During the running, there was a thud. I don't know who was bitten. The remaining one finally ran into the woods. At the same time, the snow on many branches above our heads was shaken down, that is to say, the snake was flying at the height of the tree top.

The two almost roaring commands of "fire" were immediately submerged in the dense gunfire. Although many people died, we gathered all our weapons and had enough ammunition. All kinds of assault rifles and light machine guns sprayed bullets obliquely above. Everyone had the idea that we would not let go until all the magazines were fired.

Maybe the gunfire was so noisy that I couldn't even hear the sound in my ears. I shot out a 45 round extended magazine in one breath. I heard it when I changed the bullet. Someone shouted in the phone: "cease fire, cease fire"

The gunfire began to weaken, and a mercenary shouted, "something has fallen, my God, such a big one."

The sound of the shovel came from the fog: "see if it's dead."

"Dead" this time was eagle eye's reply, followed by the shooting sound of large caliber pistol "bang bang" twice, and then said: "it must be dead. It has been replenished“

Everyone breathed, and the shovel said, "well, just die“

I don't know why. His tone is very strange. It gives people a feeling of pride and ruthlessness, and seems to be determined. I suddenly realized a problem in my mind. He just asked for a grenade from the mercenary for the reason of luring the snake, but he didn't hear the explosion just now.

"Run!" I roared and dragged the donkey to the side. Ivan and the drunkard thought there was a snake attacking from behind. They both rushed a few steps and fell to the ground.

Almost at the same time when the four of US jumped and fell down, a smoking offensive grenade drew an arc and landed at the four positions where we had just stood. With a loud "boom", the whole forest fell countless branches and snow on it. The air waves came out of the ground and flew over my head wrapped in shrapnel.

As I was very close to the explosion point, I felt like someone put a second kick next to my ear. It shocked me so much that I couldn't hear anything clearly, my head began to dizzy violently, and my eyes were double. I don't know why I thought of those brain crippled TV dramas, thinking how good it would be if I had those super powers. I didn't ask to tear a living person in half with empty hands, or blow up a plane with a grenade The explosion is nearby. Just shake the earth and get up and continue the fight.

However, this is not Hengdian after all, but in the deepest part of the big snow mountain, so the miracle did not happen. I shook my head and couldn't get up. It was easy to hold up my body. I saw a figure pounce on me, hit me hard on the head with the butt of a gun, and rolled me on the spot. Fortunately, I was wearing a mountaineering helmet, which had a certain cushioning effect. This didn't stun me.

It was the shovel that rushed over. The dizziness caused by head vibration had not completely disappeared. What I saw was that two shovels overlapped together and held two AK, which actually had a cartoon effect. But the characters in the cartoon hated me to the extreme. After hitting the butt of a gun, they immediately turned the gun, stood in front of me and aimed at my head to shoot.

The drunkard and Ivan lay motionless on the snow and probably fainted. At the moment, I was the only one left. If I didn't fight, I would die. This was my only thought. The pistol was too slow to take out. I pulled out the military knife tied to my chest in the tumbling, and threw it in the middle of my head.

Under normal circumstances, my Throwing Knife level is OK, but at the moment, it is mainly scary, or using human instinct to fight for time.

Sure enough, I threw out the knife, and the shovel excited me. I rushed up with my low body, carried the AK barrel on my shoulder, and pointed the muzzle to the sky, so that even if I fired, I wouldn't hurt the donkey and others lying on the ground. At the same time, I grabbed my hand down the barrel and guard wood, clasped his hand on the trigger, and stubbornly held my fingers to prevent him from shooting. Such a close distance would deafen me alive.

Close combat has a very big feature, which is suitable for me now. That is, most of the time, the visual effect is limited, and the touch will tell you more information. My eyes are still a little spent looking at things now, but it's easy to do after holding the gun. I stubbornly refused to let him shoot. At the same time, I twisted the gun sideways.

The shovel is also a person who has practiced some Kung Fu. Our strength is not small. We are both fighting for AK with both hands. We have struggled several times. No one can compete with each other. We both raise our legs to attack each other, and turn sideways or lift our knees to prevent each other.

After several rounds of physical attack and defense, my vision gradually recovered. His two heads have gradually synthesized one, and I can see the vicious eyes and the white gas from his mouth.

"Little sample, want to kill me? Come on." I calmed down a little, and the mercenaries gathered around. However, I saw that we were fighting with our lives for fear of flying bullets to hurt them. They all hid behind the tree and told us to stop and put down our guns. In addition, we had to report the situation to Berkeley and Jason on the phone and ask for instructions.

Stop, there's no way. We have to die today, shouted the shovel.

I'm a little worried again. You know, the shovel has a cooperative relationship with Jason. I have to make a quick decision.

Thinking of this, I turned my heart and decided to adopt a method of killing one thousand enemies and losing eight hundred. Press and hold AK's trigger with your thumb and press it fiercely. The sound of thunder moving gunfire also rang between me and the shovel.

The sound did the same harm to the two people. I couldn't hear anything at once. It's estimated that the shovel is the same, but he has an additional disadvantage, that is, the shell of the gun is facing his face.

When shooting normally, the shooter's shell throwing mouth is directed at the outside of the body, which will reduce the impact of gunpowder residue and cartridge case on the shooting. When we just grabbed the weapon, we rotated the gun clockwise by 90 degrees, which just came together. Although it is slightly biased, it does not affect the effect.

AK kept firing. The hot cartridge case burst out of the gun and fell all over his head and face. Several others rolled into his clothes along the neckline and screamed in pain.

Compared with the temperature of the cartridge case, the gunpowder residue during shooting was more powerful. He could only close his eyes to ensure that he would not be blinded, but he was still choked and gasped. While he was hot and choking, I came forward and hit him on the knee and pushed him hard against his lower abdomen. His body was so painful that I made a strong bow. I grabbed AK in my hand and kicked him down on the snow.

The mercenaries around seemed to get Jason's instructions. Seeing that I had the upper hand, they jumped out of their hiding place to protect the shovel. I had no time to turn around the gun and fire. I held the barrel in both hands and swept his temple with all my strength like a baseball player.

This time I didn't have any hands left. It was a direct killing move, because I always hated him. Stealing tombs and making money were secondary. He wanted to harm us several times, and even his own partners were used as tools. I wouldn't kill too many such people if I killed 100.

There are two rounded corners under the solid wood butt of AK. I adjusted the angle and hit the temple of the shovel accurately. The whole side was concave. The huge pressure squeezed an eye out of the eye socket and fell to the snow like a table tennis ball. The pupil on the eye was facing me. It seemed that I was a little in peace.

The body of the shovel shook, plopped forward and fell on the snow. The butt of the gun in my hand was also connected to the body of the gun, which was broken due to excessive force. I held the rest of the unsupported gun in my hand. Now I even saved the inspection and replenishment of the gun. He is 100% dead. This is AK. The butt of the gun is broken. No one can survive this.

Those mercenaries surrounded me with guns. I didn't know what to do. After I recovered my hearing, I threw away half of the gun and said, "tell your boss that I have been killed. If you want to get out of here alive, you have to continue to cooperate with us."