What weapon is the most powerful in close-quarters combat in a cramped room? The answer, of course, is a pistol, followed by a dagger, and usually whoever wields a spear will be killed. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

For special forces who are proficient in combat skills, there are many ways to dodge bullets fired from spears!

Chen Xu threw the shotgun that had run out of bullets aside, and rushed into the second room on the left in the corridor next to him, and at the same time threw a grenade into the third room.

The room was not large, only about 20 square meters, but there were ten desks, and four Vietnamese soldiers were wearing loose military uniforms, looking tired. One of the Vietnamese soldiers had just had his finger knocked off with a shotgun, and a Vietnamese soldier was bandaging him with a strip of cloth that he had found somewhere.

When they saw a man with a stubble on his chin and a slightly red face, but a lot of white ash on his hair and shoulders, they all agreed that this guy was not like a soldier, but more like a decorator, if he didn't have two pistols in his hands!

The four of them were all slightly stunned, and then they didn't know anything in front of them, because in the moment they were stunned, a bloody hole had been punched in the center of their eyebrows.

When Chen Xu received marksmanship training, he not only learned the marksmanship of listening to the sound and distinguishing the position, but also learned to fire bullets at the fastest speed.

He was tested at the shooting range and could hit twelve high-speed moving targets in two seconds, which means he could pull the trigger six times per second!

Of course, there is a trick to this method of pulling the trigger and aiming quickly, and only the special training camp of the Military Intelligence Bureau where Chen Xu was trained back then can be inherited.

Of course, ordinary people can also fire bullets at high speed if they practice hard, for example, most of the high-flying policemen in the United States can finish a magazine within three or five seconds, but they dare not compliment the quasi-head, and can basically only hit the same target.

"It's an honor to let you die under such legendary marksmanship!" Chen Xu blew on the muzzle of the gun, and the grenade in the room next to him exploded suddenly, causing the dust from the ceiling to fall downward.

"Wow, lala......" The Vietnamese soldiers in the two rooms on the right side of the corridor knew that they couldn't shrink into the room and wait for death after seeing Chen Xu rushing in, and they all rushed out shouting in incomprehensible Vietnamese.

Chen Xu couldn't do it at this time, he inserted two pistols into his waist and pulled out a three-edged dagger, grabbed the muzzle of an AK47 at the nerve door with his right hand and deflected it to the side, and sent it to the front with his left hand, and the sharp dagger was inserted into the eye socket of the comer, twisting it left and right twice before pulling it out, kicking the dead Vietnamese soldier to the back.

Chen Xu rushed into the narrow corridor under the cover of this dead corpse!

If there is a camera at this time, it will definitely be able to film Chen Xu crisscrossing between seven or eight Vietnamese soldiers, sliding between people and people like grease, dancing daggers leaving fatal scars on these Vietnamese soldiers, as if enjoying the dance of Swan Lake, which looks particularly eye-catching, and does not feel that this is killing people at all.

When Chen Xu stabbed the dagger into the heart of the last chubby Vietnamese soldier who was still standing, in the desperate and reluctant eyes of this guy, this little encounter ended in Chen Xu's victory.

In the end, Chen Xu even grabbed the fat man's collar with his hand, pulled the dagger out of his chest, and wiped the blade back and forth on his shoulder a few times, wiping the blood stains away, before letting the guy's lifeless body fall down like a rag bag.

The hallways were littered with corpses, the walls were splattered with blood, and even the ceiling was sprayed. Chen Xu's knife was fatal and cut people's arteries, and the blood of seven or eight people flowed out and converged on the floor into a river of blood two or three centimeters thick.

The dagger was put into the set, he pulled out two Glock pistols again, hid at the door of a room and stood guard for a while, waiting quietly for a while, and after confirming that no Vietnamese came out again, Chen Xu stepped on the blood and water, and checked room by room.

In the end, he found a fish that slipped through the net, and the guy who had broken half of his palm with a shotgun before was hiding under a desk and shivering, but Chen Xu was not a benevolent person, especially when his comrade-in-arms had just been killed by a Vietnamese sniper in front of him, so this guy was shot in the head by Chen Xu.

If this guy had been able to rush out and fight with his companions just now, maybe he would have died with a little more dignity. Instead of being beaten to death in such a humble way, he didn't even resist.

"Phew! Cowardice! Chen Xu spat a mouthful of bloodshot saliva, and couldn't help but sigh that these Vietnamese soldiers in the corridor just now were really veterans of a hundred battles, and when he fought with them in close combat, he could obviously feel the strength of their limbs, and he was actually weaker than these people in terms of strength, and there were several times when the dagger was about to get out of his hand. Fortunately, Chen Xu knows how to hurt his muscles and bones, although these Vietnamese soldiers have great strength, but Chen Xu knows how to use his strength to unload his arms and break joints, and his strength is useless here.

After cleaning up the last Vietnamese army, Chen Xu turned around and opened this room.

At the moment when Chen Xu stepped out of the door, his ears twitched sensitively twice, and then his body retreated into the room in a very twisted way. At the same time, the door on his side was "knocking" and a series of bullet holes were punched by bullets.

It turned out that the defenders at the end of the corridor leading to the elevator entrance of the underground vault couldn't help but come up to investigate the situation after seeing the blood flowing down the stairs, and just saw Chen Xu, a hot guy in a Chinese military uniform, and immediately hit him with a shuttle of bullets.

"It was really close just now!" Chen Xu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, picked up an AK47 on the ground casually, stood at the door and rushed to the end of the corridor to suppress the fire, and walked over while fighting.

By the time he reached the top of the staircase, the enemy inside had been pinned down to the minus first floor, hiding in the corner of the stairwell and shooting at it.

But compared to these, Chen Xu suddenly remembered that when he was in the firefight just now, he actually heard someone speaking Russian! And when he walked to the top of the stairs, he saw a Mao soldier lying on his back on the ground, apparently killed by him with an AK47.

This Mao Zibing is tall, with a full beard, the muscles on his arms are full of explosive power, and his fists are bigger than a casserole, and he looks like the elite of the Soviet army. If he hadn't been shot to death by Chen Xu, he would have been beaten by him with a punch in the close-range battle.

Seeing that there were Mao Zibing here, and they were very elite Soviet soldiers, Chen Xu's whole person was not good!

It seems that there are not only Vietnamese soldiers in this underground vault, but also Soviets who don't know what to do. (To be continued.) )