Niu Er, who was behind Xie Yucheng, also understood at this time, and the rookie Xie Yucheng's target was the machine gunner.

At stake in his own safety, he paid close attention to this process, and while paying attention to the movements of rookie Xie Yucheng, he also peeked at the machine gun spitting flames in the distance from time to time. God and Buddha bless, Mr. Xie shoots well, shoots well.

Xu was nervous, his hands trembled, and his lips murmured.

In Xie Yucheng's crosshairs, the main shooter finished another shuttle, and the secondary shot on his left side was changing magazines, and this arrogant machine gun shooter seemed to be lighting a cigarette at this time. That's right, he was holding a cigarette in his mouth, and a head was sticking out from behind him, and it was a lump behind him who was helping him light the fire.

It was only at this time that Xie Yucheng learned that the two machine guns had completed another round of blockade. Those ground rats that didn't die were lying on their stomachs again, and they didn't dare to move casually. Even if those regiments are about to be overwhelmed.

So, this main shooter, has plenty of time to chat and smoke.

Well, killing, chatting, smoking. This guy's battlefield should feel comfortable.

Xie Yucheng was about to hold his breath and pull the trigger, when he suddenly saw the target's steel helmet, and was suddenly hit by something and swayed.

Xie Yucheng knew that it should be a bullet, a bullet ready to give the main shooter of the machine gun a headshot. Judging from the direction, the bullet came from the direction of the woods on Xie Yucheng's left, and at the first moment, Xie Yucheng thought of the lean and swarthy child.

The shot was already accurate, but because the distance was too far away, and the target's head was constantly moving, there was still a slight deviation, and it only glided over the top of his steel helmet. Xie Yucheng could even imagine the "boom" sound of the bullet grazing his steel helmet.

When the bullet grazed the steel helmet, the guy finally knew that this was on the battlefield. Life and death, only in a moment. The bandits are a rabble, that's right. But the rabbit was in a hurry and bitten, and now the rabble fought back. A stray bullet blind cat ran into a dead mouse, yes, a stray bullet.

But there is only one life, no matter what he plays, he will be beckoned to Lao Tzu, so let's take it slowly. The longevity of life only gets a lot of money.

The Heavy shook off the Czech without any distress, and let it fall heavily on the rocks, shrinking himself head-on. After listening quietly for a while, no second shot came. It should be a stray bullet.

In order to hide the panic in his heart, he picked up the cigarette that had fallen next to him and put it back on with a trembling trembling hand. There were a lot of Jingwei regiments watching beside him, and Luo Shaoyu specially chose to learn machine gun shooting. What do you say about that sentence? Oh, the mountains and rivers are down, and the gentlemen of the mixed rivers and lakes can't fall. It's just a stray bullet. Lao Tzu has seen a lot. Back in the day.....

He took two puffs of his cigarette, only to realize that the fire of the cigarette butt had been extinguished during the drop. He turned around and asked the group behind him for fire, come, light the fire for my brother, my brother is just tired, take two mouthfuls and have a good time, and then teach the rabbit cubs a lesson...... Halfway through the conversation, the group with the foreign fire was lying motionless on the ground. The bullet entered through the right temple of the regiment and came out from the left ear, which was a shot through the arrow-piercing camp.

His face turned white all at once. The shot that had just grazed the helmet was by no means a stray bullet. In this rabble, there is a master.

A true master.

Just now, this group member blocked his right side, so the first shot killed this group member, and the second shot directly greeted Lao Tzu's head.

After sorting out the cause and effect, the foreshooter lay on his stomach and fell to the ground with five bodies. Well, Lao Tzu is no longer playing. Gotta add money. Oh no, add money and don't play. Mr. Luo Tuan, Lao Tzu wants to settle the bill and leave.

Xie Yucheng's crosshair stayed for a while, and found that the front and side shooters of the machine gun had not reappeared. Oh yes, rob the business. If you don't fight sooner, you won't fight sooner. Even if the marksmanship is better than Lao Tzu, he won't play like this. What is it to scare the snake.

Losing the target, the G98 crosshair in Xie Yucheng's hand had no choice but to continue to move to the right.

At this time, in the corner of Xie Yucheng's eyes, those regimental members suddenly fell down one after another, and they who were originally strutting became cringe, and they all looked for cover on the ground.

Could it really be that kid who made a move? This kid is only here now, what did he do just now?

Xie Yucheng doesn't care about those group members, he only cares about high-value goals. The crosshair continued to move to the right, sweeping a dozen paces before landing on another roaring machine gun.

The front and secondary shooters of this machine gun were also wearing steel helmets, and at this time they had just finished a shuttle, like the two guys just now, the second shooter began to change the magazine, and the shoulder of the front shooter left the butt, and he let the shoulder take a break from his shoulder, after all, the Czech recoil is not small.

At this time, the light behind the eastern mountain peaks is getting brighter and brighter, and the sun is about to come out. Over time, the backlight will get worse and worse, and you can't wait any longer. Xie Yucheng no longer hesitated, held his breath, and gently pulled the trigger.

Trumpet!

The recoil force was transmitted to the right shoulder, and I felt a slight numbness in the whole shoulder.

Xie Yucheng stared intently in the direction of the target, observing the results of the battle.

I have to say that as a rookie who has just entered the battlefield, Xie Yucheng shot beautifully. But it still deviated from the target, not much, less than half a meter away.

The G98's silver bullet spun in the chamber of the gun and rushed out of the 7.92 caliber muzzle, drilling a thin and narrow channel in the air, screaming through the dusty, bloody battlefield, and finally hitting the magazine that was about to replace the upper magazine.

The magazine had not yet been sent to the top of the Czech by the secondary shooter, and under the huge earthquake, the secondary shooter could not hold it, and the magazine was directly taken off.

However, the G98's round warhead with a diameter of 8.1mm was swirled by rifling, and the tail fin was bumpy and uneven, and at this time the sun had risen on the eastern mountain, and the sunlight and the turbulence of the air were twisted together, caressing it from beginning to end rapidly, which seemed to give it better luck.

The warhead jumped up with a thud on the magazine, then deflected and slammed diagonally into the shooter's eye socket.

"Ahh

A terrible shout rang out, and the hapless Heavy fell backwards from the bullet, covering his bloodshot eyes with both hands, and rolled frantically on the ground.

Lingma, corner gun!

When he was very young, Xie Yucheng was obsessed with billiards for a while in his hometown of Wei Town, and at that time, they were all partners, and they all called it snooker. On weekends, I always call friends and say that I am going to play snooker, and when I say this, I often choose to be in public, and the speaker often pretends to be a beep. In fact, there is enough money in your pocket to play two or three games. Of course, sometimes I will crowdfund it privately, and then take turns yelling at the boss in the billiard hall, saying that I want to buy it.

At that time, Xie Yucheng's corner gun was well-known in the town.

Later, due to academic tension, the family tightened the pocket money, and gradually stopped playing. Later, they almost forgot that there was such a thing as billiards in this world.

A few years ago, a photo of an O-shaped embossed print in his trouser pocket went viral on the Internet, which brought him back to his childhood memories.

He only knew that billiards is also called nine balls. Although it is similar to snooker, the two are really not the same thing.

Today, see the corner gun again.