It is a rare thing to encounter an armed force in the deep mountains and old forests, and now on top of this armed force, such an opponent worth defeating has been added. An Tianwei was really a little burned.

Every time he encounters such a difficulty that needs to be overcome, it seems that he can be ignited, so that a certain enthusiasm in his body will be stimulated.

The so-called enthusiasm here refers to his attitude towards a thing, not that he will become particularly unrestrained.

If you have enthusiasm, you will become unrestrained, that is Li Yue's characteristic, but not An Tianwei's. A person with a quality like Li Yue has a passionate gene in her body, so unrestrained is her normal state, and quiet is her abnormal state.

For An Tianwei, enthusiasm is his confidence to defeat his opponent!

Therefore, the more enthusiasm he has, the calmer he will judge the battle situation, and the more calmly he will deal with it.

Just like now, he has begun to adjust his exhalation and inhalation, and soon entered a latent state. In the contest with Wei Tianan at that time, he used this state to finally win that battle.

Now the endurance of the opponent is very similar to the battle with Wei Tianan. But he still found some nuances in between.

A sense of oppression!

It was true that the opponent was careful, but he did not form that strong sense of oppression against An Tianwei.

Only when both psychological and combat ability have reached a very high level will they feel this invisible sense of oppression in each other. Just like those gangsters who chased and killed An Tianwei, if An Tianwei didn't release his murderous aura, those gangsters would have no way to feel the depth of his strength, so they would still remember the tempting eight million.

This is a gap in strength, and this gap cannot be bridged in a day.

It's been a long wait!

But he didn't show a trace of anxiety, his eyes stared at the surrounding qiē like an eagle, combined with his extraordinary hearing, as long as there was any movement in the surrounding qiē, he would catch it at the first time.

Finally, when the sun rose from the east to the west, An Tianwei heard a slight "pop" sound in his ears.

It's the sound of someone stepping on a twig!

The house was burning, and the voices of children and women were still playing on the two mobile phones, the sound of trampling on the twigs so faint that it would have been ignored if you didn't pay attention; But he caught it.

This is the first flaw that the other party shows, which is a good sign. It seems that the other party can't hold his breath.

After a while, at last, from the small houses, there was a burst of human voices.

"Looks like he was really blown up."

"Be careful. That person can kill nearly twenty of our brothers in an instant, and he is by no means an ordinary person! ”

"You go and see." The voice was a bit muffled, and it sounded creepy.

An Tianwei saw that several people came out of the smaller houses in the camp one after another. These men were dressed exactly the same as the soldiers he had killed earlier. It's just that what these people are holding is not the old M2 submachine gun, but a newer generation of M3 submachine guns.

Whether it is the M2 submachine gun of the soldiers in front of them or the M3 submachine gun that these people are holding now, they are all products of the Second World War without exception, and they should be classified as museum things. But even these antique weapons have the same effect against flesh and blood.

An Tianwei was more stable.

He had been silently counting, and six people came out of the small house one after another. These six people came out very carefully, and after one person came out, another person came out after a while. Then, the interval between exits will be irregularly lengthened and shortened.

It seems that everyone has basically come out, and I never thought that another person would come out of the house. This kind of caution in imagining that the other party is still alive is not like the characteristics of ordinary soldiers.

The six men fanned out and cautiously approached the larger building. The muzzle of the submachine gun in their hand was always pointed at the side of the large house, and their fingers were on the trigger, and they would not hesitate to move in a row of bullets at the slightest movement.

The place where An Tianwei was lurking was formed by the broken wood and sand washed out by the air waves of the explosion, and it was about ten meters away from the big house. There are several piles of sand and broken timber like this, and there are several around the big house; This sand can only serve as a cover for his body, and if these six people really have a direct volley of bullets, these sand and broken wood will not play a role in covering.

The six people were evenly spaced between them, and they approached the big house lightly, and when they arrived at the big house, An Tianwei still didn't move.

He seemed to be waiting for something.

A soldier picked up the empty tin box on the ground, opened it, and took out the still ringing mobile phone and turned it off.

"Safety!" The soldier shouted.

"Safety!" On the other side, the voice of a soldier was heard.

After the six people shouted safety in turn, their tense nerves could finally be relaxed.

If the other party is still alive, they have already come here, and it is time to do it. So far, there has been no movement at the scene, which can only prove that the other party has been blown up.

The fingers of the six soldiers were loosened from the trigger, and with a push of the submachine gun hanging from their bodies were pushed back, ready to start cleaning the battlefield.

Although it is safe, the body has not been found.

To live to see people, to die to see corpses! They know the rules of the battlefield.

The scene of the explosion was relatively large, and the six soldiers seemed to be very patient, digging through the ruins little by little, looking for the corpses they imagined.

And the direction of a soldier's search is exactly in a straight line with the place where An Tianwei is lurking.

An Tianwei watched the soldier slowly and little by little approach him.

But he still lay on his stomach and didn't move, and he didn't even change the posture of holding the military bag. How did he fall from the sky, and still maintain that posture.

The soldier and he were a little closer.

The soldier felt that it was a little troublesome to kick his hands and feet, so he pulled out a long military thorn from his waist to keep it no more than a person's body apart, and kept stabbing it in the sand and broken wood. He wanted to judge whether there was a corpse by the feel of the military stab.

Five meters!

An Tianwei's eyes were fixed on the military thorn that shone coldly under the afterglow of the setting sun. But he was still lying on his stomach.

Three meters!

The sound of the military thorn inserting into the sand clearly came to his ears!

One meter!

The time has come to make a choice.