Fang Buwei was condescending, plus the artillery pushed the artillery outward, basically all of them were in his firing range.

The muzzle of the sniper rifle turned slightly, and Fang Buwei pulled the trigger.

The distance is getting closer, and the correction smoke is getting thicker and thicker. Fang Buwei could only vaguely see a few figures of the infantry artillery Guozhou.

But this did not in any way prevent him from shooting.

At this time, it is better to be injured than killed.

Fang Buwei continued to shoot the gun, and after ten rounds of ammunition, there were no longer anyone standing around the infantry gun.

Whoever dares to use the cannon, Lao Tzu will hit him.

Fang Buwei pumped the magazine viciously.

When he finished reloading, pulled the bolt to reload, and brought his eyes to the scope, a creepy sensation hit his body, and his hair stood on end.

When did the main gun on an armored car turn to its own direction and was aiming.

Fang didn't rush to the right for the side, and he couldn't even care about the sniper rifle.

"Chirp chirp chirp ......" bullets rained down on windowsills, walls, windows.

Fang Buwei felt a tingling pain in his left rib, and his left shoulder was numb.

When Guan Dashan heard the gunshot, he turned his head to see that Fang Buwei had fallen to the ground, and there were bullets that kept pouring into the window.

"Sir......" Guan Dashan roared and pounced like a wolf.

"Get down ......," Fang Buwei shouted.

It's a machine gun, not a cannon, and it can't penetrate a brick wall nearly a meter thick, and as long as people are not exposed to bunkers, there is basically no danger.

Guan Dashan pounced and pounced on Fang Buwei's side.

Fang Buwei touched his ribs and picked up his hand, but saw that his hands were full of blood.

"Medium...... Shot? ”

Guan Dashan with a trilling voice, staring fixedly at Fang Buwei's wound.

"Bring the backpack!" Fang Buwei gasped, and the sweat on his head came down.

Half it hurts, half it scares.

At least ten bullets hit him, but most of them were blocked by the magazines in his vest pockets.

Three bullets were hit in the ribs, two were knocked off by the magazine, but they only went into the flesh, and the other shot right into the gap, breaking one by one, and one in the left shoulder, but it passed by, and it didn't hurt the bones, but only a piece of flesh was lost.

Fortunately, the machine gun was fired at a distance of about 400 meters, and most of the force disappeared, plus Fang Buwei's physique was already different from ordinary people, although the ribs were broken, but the bullet was also stuck, and the internal organs were not injured.

Replaced with a heavy machine gun like this, after taking such a few shots, it is estimated that the stomach will be stirred into a pulp.

Fang Buwei's reaction was indeed fast.

It will take half a second in the evening, and there will be more bullets, and it will hit the position of the abdomen, and if you really want to be shot, the intestines and stomach must have flowed all over the ground.

"Long ...... Sir, I'll help you ......" Guan Dashan carried his backpack and knelt in front of Fang Buwei, tears came out.

Nearly four hundred brothers, Ye Xingzhong picked and picked the three of them with the best skills and the fastest response, and came to Fang Buwei to be a guard, and by the way, Fang Buwei was not a guard.

A true one-in-a-hundred.

At the beginning, the three of them swore a blood oath in front of half a thousand brothers, and it was not thorough to protect them.

Fang Buwei really wants to have three long and two short, and Guan Dashan Jue's own face is no longer alive.

"You can't stay in this room, you go and move the machine gun ......!" Fang Buwei sat up and took the backpack.

The devil's bullets were splashing into this room as if he didn't want money, and he didn't estimate that he had been discovered by the devil's commander, so he was taken care of.

At this time, what kind of machine gun does it matter......

Guan Dashan's face changed suddenly.

Don't you want to give up for this?

"Don't worry!" Fang Buwei said patiently, "I didn't suffer any serious injuries......

Seeing that Guan Dashan was still not moving, Fang Buwei kicked it in the foot.

Guan Dashan was kicked and turned over.

"Don't get out yet!" Fang Buwei roared.

It was like thunder, Guan Dashan's eardrums were numb, and his eyes were full of stars.

Zhongqi is so sufficient......

Is it really okay, sir?

Guan Dashan cried with joy, flipped up, and rushed towards the machine gun with a roll.

Fang Buwei hung the backpack around his neck, threw it behind his back, and grabbed a sniper rifle on his back, and the other one was caught in his hand.

When Guan Dashan came over with a machine gun, he was surprised to find that Fang Buwei had already bent over his waist and got into the hole in the wall.

Guan Dashan carried a machine gun, and the sapper held a box of bullets and chased after him quickly.

It was the northernmost room, with a hole in the back wall and two ropes hanging from the hole, which were used for a final retreat.

"Changguan, withdraw, it's important to heal the wounds!" Guan Dashan hurriedly persuaded.

He didn't react until then.

Although Fang Buwei can walk and run, it does not necessarily prove that his injuries are not serious.

Bullet holes and blood stains on clothes can't fool anyone.

"Leave me alone, you beat your ......" Fang Buwei roared angrily, and untied the vest with the machine gun magazine on his body, "Lao Tzu is not seriously injured, I don't know ...... myself"

The vest smashed over with the sound of the wind, where did Guan Dashan dare to pick it up, let the vest fall to the ground, and then slid in front of him.

The sapper mentioned it easily, and his face changed slightly.

Why is it so heavy?

And when Chief Fang threw it over, it was like throwing a piece of clothing?

Didn't he get a gunshot wound?

A machine gun magazine weighed about two pounds, and Fang Buwei carried twenty of them.

Plus a backpack and two sniper rifles, close to eighty pounds, so he didn't wear armor.

Fang Buwei confessed while taking medicine from his backpack, "Fill up to five magazines, and change ......places immediately."

Five magazines for 100 rounds, plus the time to change magazines, it will take at least half a minute to finish.

In half a minute, the devil's machine gunner searched for the target.

"Understood!" Guan Dashan held back tears and nodded.

Fang Buwei was all arranged in advance, he was responsible for shooting, and the sapper was specially responsible for changing the magazine for him.

When setting up the gun, Guan Dashan did not forget to peek at the situation that he did not do anything.

Fang Buwei had already torn off his coat, revealing three holes in his left ribs that still contained bruises.

Guan Dashan's frightened eyes burst out.

It was only then that he reacted.

It wasn't like what Fang Buwei said at all, just slightly injured.

Three bullets, all of which were fired in.

Even so, Fang Buwei still carried something weighing nearly 100 catties and ran for dozens of meters......

Guan Dashan threw the machine gun and pounced on him.

"Sir, withdraw it, I'll carry you down......"

Fang Buwei gritted his teeth.

Ye Xingzhong, a bastard, who is the person he picked for Lao Tzu, how can he be like an elm pimple?

"Get out of the way!" Fang Buwei yelled.