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The second shot rang out again, and it didn't hit the fatal spot at all.

Smack the third shot.

The world was darkened, as if shielded by the smoke of gunpowder, and the mind of the decrepit ghost went blank, rushing towards his glory with all his might, but staggering.

He clutched his brother's hand tightly, forgetting the rain and the smoke of gunpowder, and wanted to drag him away.

Snap the fourth shot, don't beat the ghost at all, this is a hideous revenge.

He turned back and pressed his brother under him, covering him with himself.

The fifth shot hit the leg that was not covered.

Shot after shot, it just didn't hit the ghost, it just bit his brother, whether he pressed his brother under him or held him in his arms, the bullet always hit where he couldn't get out of his way.

The smoke continued to fly, everywhere, the decrepit ghost was crying, but he couldn't hear himself crying, and the blood splattered again and again, splashing the chest of the decrepit ghost and the face of the decrepit ghost. His brother's hand clenched his hand tightly, and he held his brother's hand tightly as he watched as his only relative, the only glory, was hit again and again by bullets, and again and again, as if they had hit him again and again......

"Hey! Deserter! Call you! Speak! ”

The decrepit ghost who was sitting on the shore and staring at the water was finally awakened by the cry behind him, and when he turned around, he was surprised to find the horse widow not far away, so he patted his ass and stood up, pulled the horse four-ring harness on his shoulder, and lazily greeted him.

The horse widow picked up a small broken notebook, took out a pencil tip, and asked, "Did you write your own name...... Or will I fill it out for you? ”

She ...... Didn't make a trip? ”

The horse widow smiled: "You owe me a favor." But there are no idlers in this village, you are neither old nor young, either you help the militia or you help the village, you have to choose at least one. ”

The decaying ghost nodded: "Can I wait until I build a nest for myself first?" ”

took the broken book and took the pen, he could write the word "decay ghost", but his hand was inexplicably shaking non-stop, horizontal, vertical and unrecognizable......

What kind of grandmother there is, what kind of mother there is; What kind of Zhou boss there is, what kind of Wang Qiang there is; Not a good one. - The Tower

What kind of relationship is Lu Hang and Wang Qiang? No one can tell. I haven't seen Lu Hang care about him. In the special operations squad, special operations platoon, and special operations company, except for the little girl, it can be said that Lu Hang has achieved a bowl of water, so even if he has sacrificed, he is said to be a competent squad leader, a competent platoon commander, and a competent company commander.

Wang Qiang called Lu Hang the boss, others sounded that Wang Qiang was flattering, but Lu Hang didn't think so, Wang Qiang didn't call him brother, he was a teacher! As a soldier of the Eighth Route Army, he couldn't call him Master, so he was smart and perceptive and chose to replace him with the boss, he knew that Lu Hang could understand, no matter what others thought.

To this day, Wang Qiang is still Wang Qiang, but he is no longer Wang Qiang. He is already strong enough to hold up a piece of the sky, he is actually a special operations company...... and even the whole regiment, the best platoon commander, although never brilliant.

No one knew that during Wang Qiang's recuperation, the unscrupulous regiment commander once talked to him alone, hoping that he would replace Xiaoliu as the commander of the regiment's guard platoon; Commander Song is fine, others don't care, he can see clearly, although Wang Qiang's soldiers are not outstanding, they do everything, too comprehensive, not to mention his heroic military posture and good looks, if you go to the entrance of the regiment department, hum!

Lu Hang is a company commander who likes to carry a rifle on his back, so Wang Qiang is the same, as long as he is on duty, he must be fully armed, and he never feels that it is a burden, and the habit of the boss must be inherited.

Turning over the hills, walking on the path, looking around and bowing his head from time to time, not looking at the scenery or looking at the road, getting used to it, habitually vigilant, even if it is at the door of the house, so he is the best soldier.

Why didn't the fighters who changed posts come back? This is the question he pondered all the way, imagining all the possibilities.

The more you walk, the more you go, the more flat you go, and the warmer the spring breeze gets. He looked at the grass waves, and couldn't help but stop slowly, looking into the distance, inexplicably, this is a good place to sleep, so quiet that only the sound of the wind.

An inconspicuous little thing, like a broken dead leaf, fluttered in the wind, turned over the grass tip, and fluttered past his feet. Is that...... A small piece of biscuit packaging that was torn, the little girl held this thing all day long, eating the sugar inside, and the remaining biscuits were either taken over by a nerd or picked up by Lu Hang.

He stared blankly...... A flash of lightning struck through my heart!

The moment he realized the crisis, everyone's reaction at the first time was probably to lie down on the spot, but he chose to run back, desperately turning around and rushing, because this place is too open, there is no way to hide! I don't know what lies ahead, but I remember that I had just passed a rock, and maybe it was the only cover in the range.

The gunshots came late, and the moment he turned around, the bullets had already flown through his collar in advance.

From the hill on the left! In the instinctive rush he judged. The stones on the side of the path are twenty, fifteen, and ten meters away, and the second bullet should have been loaded, and it must have been aimed again, and the second shot could be heard at any time! Pounce forward with all your might.

Smack - the gunfire is here again, the bullets have already flown by, I don't know where they are flying from.

"You pull the bolt again!" Wang Qiang rushed up again, a hideous resoluteness flashed on his handsome scarred face, and he only focused on the target, that stone!

The third shot hit the stone, which was less than a meter square, leaving clear bullet marks.

Lying behind the stone, he gasped violently, such a little distance, as if exhausting Wang Qiang's strength in his life, completely dispelled the idea of probe observation, looked to the left, and then turned his head to the right, you can see that the hill is continuous to the right.

I couldn't breathe any longer, pulled out the bayonet, bent down and hid behind the stone to dig frantically, but unfortunately the bayonet's excavation efficiency was limited, and the soil was difficult to do, so it was impossible to dig too deep at all, and it was impossible to quickly make a deep bunker, so I immediately dug a deep trough instead, extending from behind the stone to a person's length, barely enough for him to lie flat with the ground next to him. If the person who shot the gun went around the hill to the right, it would still be difficult to hit him, unless he rushed over, which was what Wang Qiang hoped for the most.

Racing against time to complete the life-saving project, he lay down in the shallow trough behind the stones, threw a bayonet, pulled out a grenade, twisted the lid and pulled the lead open, and threw it into the grass in the distance.

Boom - not close to Kongzhuang, I hope this explosion can be heard.

After thinking about it, he paid attention to the direction of the wind again, and began to pull all the dead grass that could be pulled nearby and put them together in the direction of the wind and ignited them. The fire slowly started, and the wind began to burn the withered grass, and gradually spread, and saw the smoke, and it became bigger and bigger.

Lying in a shallow pit behind the rocks and looking at the sky: "Come on." I can afford to wait, see if you can! ”

……

"Second ghost, don't steal cookies anymore, never again. I wish I had been your dad...... And then beat you to death! ”

For the first time in his life, the Devil Sharpshooter failed to kill the target he wanted to kill, and he was forced to shoot three times in a row! He decided to sneak around the hill to the right, find a lateral position to take out the target hiding behind the rock, and before he could reach the position, a grenade explosion sounded, and then a fire broke out, what could be more frustrating than that?

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