I walked into a house and watched vigilantly through a small window to see what was going on outside.

If nothing else, they should be chasing after them.

I saw that these houses were all made of mud, and there were about four or five of these simple houses, and I don't know how many years had collapsed, and the rest had collapsed, even if they hadn't collapsed, and the roofs were very badly damaged.

The room was empty and there was nothing else, and there were weeds growing on the floor, as if no one had set foot in it for years.

The houses were surrounded by a one-man high earthen wall, and I couldn't see anything outside the earthen wall in my room.

If I'm not mistaken, this used to be the home of some farmers, and I don't know why the people left, and even the houses were deserted.

I only have three bullets left now, so I can only sneak attack, and I must not entangle, otherwise I will die.

I limped to the entrance of the room, the door here has long been gone, there is only one doorway in the room, I stand on the side of the doorway, if they come in, I will be the first person to deal with.

As long as one person is solved, the remaining two should not be difficult for me, and I will have many ways to kill them.

I just don't know if they will search these houses separately, probably not, I caused them casualties, and they should act collectively at this time just in case.

It's not a bad thing, it's actually a good opportunity for me so I don't have to open the line and waste bullets.

I loosened the dagger strap around my waist so I could use it later.

I began to slowly flatten my breathing, listening to the movement outside.

First there was a slight sound of footsteps, then a sentence: "Safety." ”

"Is this guy really wanted? I don't think so. "Their voices weren't loud, but they were not far from the house where I was hiding, and I could still hear them at all.

"Adi, did we report our location?"

"It's been reported out sir."

"Don't be scattered, this wanted criminal is cunning, we must be careful, follow me to search these houses"

As soon as they said that, they began to move, and I held the pistol and tried to flatten my breath.

My left leg is very difficult to move, and my left eye is completely swollen at this time, and my vision is also greatly hindered, and I don't know if my movement will be affected for a while.

It was as if they had searched the house opposite.

"Safety."

"Safety, sir, he's not here."

"Hell, follow me."

After saying this, I could clearly hear footsteps approaching, and my heart couldn't help but start beating fast.

I tried to keep my body as straight as I could with the wall, and the shadow of a person on the ground was slowly approaching the room I was, he was holding a charge gun, and walked cautiously, the first thing I saw was his barrel, and then the whole body, it was a short punch made in Italy, I really forgot the specific model, and I didn't pay too much attention to it at the time.

Then the owner of the gun walked in, and as soon as he entered the door, the corner of his eye instantly skimmed me standing on the side, and I sneered in my heart.

At this time, it was too late for him, because I took advantage of the most vulnerable visual blind spot in the indoor search, the side of the door, which is the most easily overlooked position by the attacker in CQB operations.

He shouted, "Here! At the same time, the gun in his hand was about to be pointed at him.

In a flash of lightning, I pushed his muzzle away, then grabbed the pistol and aimed it at his side ribs and fired three shots in succession, draining all the remaining bullets.

The position of the side rib is generally lacking the protection of bulletproof plates or body armor, and it is also the most vulnerable position of the person.

Then, as he fell to the ground, I pulled out his pistol on the outside of his thigh, leaned my head out and fired three shots at an enemy who was trying to rush in from behind.

The other party's "charging gun" in his hand also opened fire at the same time as he was shot three times in an instant, and the bullets suddenly flew aimlessly past my head, and I hurriedly retracted my body.

The gunfire stopped, and I saw him lying on the ground with his wounds covered, panting heavily, and it seemed that he was not going to die.

When I poked my head out to find the last person, I saw a dark shadow pounce on me.

"Grass!" I was caught off guard and fell to the ground.

It was the last enemy, and he crushed me to death, and my hand holding the pistol was also pressed to the ground with his left hand, and I saw the wound on his hand, and I knew that it was the guy I had wounded in the arm.

My left hand was pressed behind me by myself, and I couldn't pull it out for a while, and I began to struggle non-stop.

But the weight of a soldier and the equipment on his body are really like a fat man of two hundred pounds pressing on you, how can it be so easy to break free?

"Bang bang bang!!" Four gunshots rang out, and I felt like I had been hit four times in the chest with a sledgehammer, and the adrenaline rushed to my brain.

"Fuck you!!" I don't know if the scarred fourth-level bulletproof plate on my chest blocked the four shots.

As soon as the gun rang out, I took out my saber from behind me and stabbed him in the arm, and his hand shaking in pain immediately made his hand tremble.

I used all my strength to push him over against me, and I struggled to get up.

He had a gunshot wound to his left hand, and I stabbed him in the arm of his right hand, and both hands felt a little weak, and I saw his pistol fall to the ground.

I raised my pistol to finish the guy off, but he gritted his teeth and pounced before I could even point the pistol at him.

I never expected him to do this, I thought he would subconsciously bend down and pick up the gun.

My pistol was knocked to the ground by him, and I took a few steps back and didn't fall.

He also drew his dagger, and with a fierce light in his eyes, he swung the dagger viciously, wanting to kill me with a single sword.

In his eyes, I was just a wanted man, and he would never have dreamed that I would kill so many of them.

His eyes were full of hatred and killing, as if to say, today I and him, one must die.

Compared to him, my advantage now comes out, my arm is not injured, but a few fingers of my left hand cannot be controlled, but I still have an advantage over him, don't I?

I shifted the dagger to my right hand, and after dodging the blow, I grabbed the dagger and stabbed him in the stomach.

"Boom!" The dagger in my hand seemed to be stabbed against a wooden plank, and I realized that I forgot that they also had bulletproof plates.

At this time, I suddenly felt a cold shoulder, and I knew that the bad dish was in the middle of the knife.

I immediately grabbed his waist and took him down, but the guy tripped me when he fell to the ground.

Accompanied by my injured left leg, I fell to the ground with a cry of pain, and the two of us were tangled together at one time, with the simple purpose of letting each other die.

I was in a frenzy, my left hand pressed against his knife-wielding arm, and my right hand seized the opportunity to stab him in the ribs countless times.

During this time, he kept resisting, and even wanted to open his mouth to bite my hand, until I slashed his throat, and at that moment his eyes immediately began to despair, and blood kept spurting from his throat, and he began to convulse on the ground.

In just about ten seconds, after he was completely motionless, my hand let go, and the dagger fell off the ground.

I felt like my whole body was spinning around at this point.

Then I fell heavily to the ground.

After a few moments, I struggled to the foot of the wall and sat up, the room filled with the sound of my heavy breathing, and my ears filled with my almost distorted gasps.

I leaned against the wall and opened the bulletproof vest and pulled the bulletproof plate out.

At that moment, the polymer bulletproof material like gypsum powder was sprinkled on the ground like flour.

I took it in my hand and looked at the back of the bulletproof plate, six or seven large and small bulges.

This bulletproof plate blocked a lot of bullets for me.

I felt a burning pain in my chest and abdomen, like a fire, and although the bulletproof plate saved my life, I don't know if my internal organs were injured.

At the same time, I also noticed that the wound on my shoulder was also starting to bleed.

I struggled to my feet, walked over to their bodies and rummaged through the medical supplies they had brought with me, crouching on the ground and noticing their armbands, the familiar cobra pattern.

It's still the people of that reconnaissance unit, no wonder the will to fight is stronger than the average soldier.

Their field medical equipment is still relatively complete, I gritted my teeth and stitched up the knife on my shoulder, and stabbed the bone, so the wound was not deep, it was a heart-piercing pain.

My sweat was like rain, and it didn't take long for me to spill everywhere.

I gasped in pain while applying medicine and disinfecting the wound, and the whole process was really dark, and I almost went into shock in pain.

But I can't give up, I have to live, because only by living can I fight.

I really don't know how to carry it, I've never been so badly injured, there is no good place on my body, even my eyes are not lightly injured.

I rested against the wall for a long time, my consciousness began to blur, and I shook my head with all my might.

No, you can't sleep, and if you fall asleep, it may really pass.

I can't sleep, I have to hold on, I want to live.

But I was really sleepy, I couldn't bear the tide of sleepiness, and slowly closed my eyes.

In the last moments of my loss of consciousness.

"Whistling! Whistling Dust! I heard gunshots, where are you now? ”

What a familiar voice, who is it? Anyway, let's get some sleep first.

Therefore, the human subconscious mind is a very powerful thing, and sometimes human beings cannot compete with it at all.

And later? I had a long dream, like a dream that I couldn't wake up from.

On the sofa, I was suddenly pulled back to reality by a mobile phone ringtone, and I picked up my phone, which was an unfamiliar number.

I answered, and it was Alain's voice: "Yo? Picked up so quickly? ”

"Where did you get my phone number? Something to say directly. "My mood at this time doesn't want me to say more nonsense.

"I checked, PTSD, it's a sequelae of the war."

I laughed out loud in embarrassment: "Well, what do you want to say?" ”

"Xiaochen, I don't know what you've been through, but Zheng Xin is a good girl, I think this matter is negotiable."

I replied, "It's because he's a good girl, I can't hurt her, help me tell her, we're over." ”

I was about to hang up when I said that, and the other side hurriedly shouted: "Don't don't don't hang up." ”

I said, "Tell me something." ”

"I don't think you need to do this at all, you've been out of the army for almost four years, look at you, you're injured, what else? Some medals, and what? I think you should live the life of an ordinary person, and dwelling on the past is never a good way out, is it? Alain's bitter persuasion made me laugh a little, this kind of comfort method is really a bit inferior, but people are also kind after all.

"Thank you for your comfort, Alain, in fact, I don't even know how I survived until now" Really, this is the truth, I really don't know how to persevere until now, and live in this world for a long time.

Maybe I would have died a long time ago, in that pursuit, in that accident, I would have died many times.

So how did I survive? I do not know.

"I don't understand this, anyway, I can't bear to see Zheng Xin like this every day."

I thought about it carefully and replied: "Okay, let me say it directly, I have a woman I like, I don't like Zheng Xin at all, is it okay?" ”

In fact, I feel like a bastard when I say this, other girls have been following me for more than two years, and as soon as I open my mouth, I say such brute words, which is undoubtedly a huge harm to Zheng Xin.

But that's what I said, without any thought, I knew that Alan would definitely scold me, and even I would be called a scumbag, but does it matter to me?

People who have died hundreds of times, a name is a fart?

Alain was obviously a little surprised: "Damn, it's not true." ”

"That's right."

Alain said for a long time: "Then you are such a bastard. ”

You say, am I a bastard?