Chapter 4: The swan song

Golden Eye breathed steadily, locked on to the target in the sniper scope, hooked the index finger of the right hand of the trigger, and with a decisive force, the bullet whistled out of the chamber.

The little devil battlefield commander drilled a hole in his brow, and blood splattered out. He fell to the ground on his back like a sack with a command knife in his hand.

There was an explosion of "boom", which exploded less than ten meters away from the golden eye, and the sand, gravel and soil kicked up by the explosion scattered the golden eye and the flying eagle.

"The sniper point is exposed, move the second sniper point immediately." Goldeneye put away his Type 97 sniper rifle and bent down to run quickly to the next sniper point.

The Flying Eagle followed closely behind, came to the second sniper point, and held up the binoculars: "Little thing, let me see where you are?" ”

"Did you find a mortar?" Golden Eye adjusted his state and urged.

"Don't worry, I'm looking." The eagle extends the focal length of the telescope.

The battlefield commander of the little devil was killed, and the little devil temporarily stopped attacking.

In this rare leisure, Lu Tong bandaged Hao Liang's injured left arm: "What's the matter, can you still hold on?" ”

Hao Liang smiled: "It's like an ant bite, it's not in the way." ”

Deng Houfang checked his treasure and made an MP40 submachine gun: "Check the equipment, the next round of the little devil's charge is about to start." ”

Whistling shells pierced the sky, screaming and flying, and the explosion once again kicked up billowing smoke, flooding the battlefield, and the deafening explosions were all in one piece.

"Captain, GoldenEye's sniper point is covered by the little devil's fire." Hao Liang shouted worriedly.

Lu Tong looked at the original sniper point of Golden Eye: "As long as the shell that the little devil tested didn't kill him, no amount of shells would threaten him." This kid is a top student of the old American Military Academy at West Point, although he has not been to the battlefield a few times, in terms of experience, he has more than ours. ”

He changed the magazine for his ZB-20 Czech light machine gun: "Captain, are we resisting hard this time?" Or bring the little devils into the woods. ”

Deng Houfang shrank behind the rock, his hands in his sleeves, holding the German MP40 submachine gun, opened his half-closed eyes, and shook his head: "I haven't slept for two days, I'm so fucking sleepy." ”

He patted the dirt that fell on his body and yawned: "It depends on the situation, if the little devils attack on all fronts, we will lead them into the forest to fight, and we will not touch the light." ”

"Captain, the little devil has begun to charge." Hao Liang moved his injured left arm, and then picked up the gun.

Deng Houfang stretched his waist and said lazily: "Ready to fight, right?" Leaning over through the gap between the two rocks, he looked at the little devil.

The flying eagle searched the mortar position of the little devil: "Golden Eye, the mortar position of the little devil, at the corner of the mountain beam, it is impossible to find the target for shooting. ”

In the sniper scope of the golden eye, a little devil's cannonball flew out whistling out from behind the mountain beam, but there was nothing to be done.

Feiying put down the binoculars and turned his head to look at the golden eye: "Do you dare to play with me?" ”

Golden Eye still maintained a shooting posture, breathing steadily, and his eyes were always on the scope: "Play big?" How to play? ”

Flying Eagle Beak said: "Let's climb over that mountain beam, go around behind the little devil's artillery position, and him." Eliminate the little devil mortar position and relieve the pressure on the captain of the little devil artillery. ”

"It's a good idea, but we're not fighting positional warfare, and going around behind enemy lines will not only not relieve the captain's frontal pressure, but may also cause them more trouble." Goldeneye pulls the trigger and kills a little devil who rushed to the front.

He pulled the bolt out of the cartridge case, and the bullet was reloaded: "Report the target sequence, don't think about those useless ones." ”

"No need to report, the captain gave a signal to retreat." In the telescope of the flying eagle, Lu Tong was wielding a wooden stick.

"Let's go." Goldeneye said simply, picked up his sniper rifle, and withdrew, using the cover of rocks and trees.

"What's wrong?" Flying Eagle lay beside Deng Houfang, looking for a sniper target with a telescope, while taking out half a tortilla from his coat pocket and stuffing it into his mouth.

He spat out again violently: "One o'clock direction, 320 meters away, little devil battlefield commander, shoot." ”

In the center of the cross in the golden-eyed sniper scope, the battlefield commander of the little devil, wielding a war knife in his hand, screaming strangely. With a gunshot from Golden Eye, a stream of bloody arrows splashed from the little devil commander's eyebrows, and he fell to his knees, and then lay on the ground

"Da Da Da" Deng Houfang shot a shuttle and shouted loudly: "Withdraw." ”

"Won't fight?" The eagle lowered the binoculars.

"Lead the little devils into the woods and turn them unconscious, and we'll get down to business." Deng Houfang changed the magazine again: "Sharp soldier Lu Tong, Hao Liang and I will block the attack, go." ”

Flying Eagle said: "What about Golden Eye and me?" ”

Deng Houfang said without looking at it: "Fire support." ”

Hao Liang teased: "Second master, keep up, don't get lost." ”

Feiying said dissatisfiedly: "Captain, we 、、、、、、"

Deng Houfang said angrily: "You like Rory, you want the little devil to bite us to death?" Let us bury you with you? Obey the order and give Lao Tzu a retreat. ”

As soon as Deng Houfang got into the woods, the little devil pounced, and all kinds of weapons fired rapidly into the woods.

The bullets cracked the bark, broke the branches, and the leaves fluttered.

"Oops!" Hao Liang fell to the ground with a muffled grunt, blood flowing from his left leg.

"Hao Liang." Deng Houfang shouted.

He flashed out from behind the tree to come to the rescue. A volley of bullets came at him, sending dust to the ground. Deng Houfang could only retreat and wait for the opportunity.

"You go." Hao Liang climbed behind the tree with difficulty, leaned the 38 cover against the tree, pulled out the shell gun on his waist, and turned on the nose of the machine.

", when did the secret service leave their brother behind?" Deng Houfang kept shooting at the pursuing little devils.

"Are you leaving?" Hao Liang was furious, and with a "bang", he used a shell gun to shoot him again in the right leg.

He frowned slightly: "If you don't go, if you don't leave, I'll shoot my head next." He put the muzzle of his gun on his head.

Deng Houfang's eyes were full of tears, and he yelled: "Go." ”

Watching Deng Houfang evacuate, Hao Liang unscrewed the back cover of the four grenades, hid them in the clothes on his chest, and put the pull ring on the little finger of his left hand.

With a shell gun in his right hand, he stuck out behind a tree and fired blindly. Singing loudly: "Bright girl seventeen or eighteen, thorny cucumbers, yellow flowers." ”

"I have the heart to talk to you, but I don't know what you're thinking?"

The little devil surrounded him, Hao Liang threw away the shell gun without bullets in his hand, and said contemptuously: "Little devil, I am your ancestor." ”

After speaking, he moved his left hand, pulled down the ring of the grenade in his arms, and laughed.

An earth-shattering explosion sounded, and a layer of blood mist spread, and the little devil was blown up to the ground, and the ghost howled in the sky.