Chapter 351: The Jedi Strikes Back

Mo Xiaosheng suddenly sang the eternal swan song sung by the soldiers of the martial arts team when they died together with the little devils, a loud but incomplete tone, overshadowing the piercing gunshots, like a ghost, permeating the battlefield.

Feng Han was slightly stunned, and a subtle sense rose in his heart. clenched the gun tighter, and the pride of seeing death as if it were home suddenly exploded.

"Prepare for battle." Mo Xiaosheng turned sideways, pulled the brim of his hat to the side, and carefully stretched out the ridge of the gun, preparing for the shooting.

"That's right." The three-headed Jiao couldn't hold back for a long time: "Damn the ball is facing up, twenty years later, Lao Tzu will still be a good man who makes the rivers and lakes tremble." ”

Feng Han took a few deep breaths and adjusted his mentality.

"Feng Han, you will be an observer for me, and listen to my orders in a while." Mo Xiaosheng whispered.

"Be an observer?" Feng Han was inexplicable.

Three people against a dozen well-armed and well-trained little devils. Shooting together may not be able to find an opportunity in the opponent's fire. In this case, it is necessary to take out a person as an observer, this is not - this is not --。 Feng Han really wanted to say, isn't this a brain disease?

Although he didn't know what medicine was sold in Mo Xiaosheng's gourd, he still said firmly: "Yes." ”

"Whoosh--" With a whistling, a round object the size of a football, with a shining red light, swirled and flew through the woods behind the open field, and landed near the team of little devils who had been searching.

"Boom--" There was a violent explosion, and the air wave kicked up the sand and gravel and dirt, shooting at the little devil like a knife, and the little devil under it lay down on the spot and stopped shooting.

When the opportunity was ripe, Mo Xiaosheng skillfully shot and shouted: "Report the location of the target, quickly!" ”

The sudden explosion did not bring panic to Feng Han, but was excited, he didn't know how the explosion came about, but he knew that the time had come to fight back, so he looked for the target as soon as possible.

I found it, and a little devil raised his head: "In the direction of twelve o'clock, the distance is about forty meters, and the target is looking up and shooting." ”

Mo Xiaosheng didn't have night vision like Feng Han, and he didn't have sniper scopes, so he could only rely on Feng Han's prompts to barely find the target under the miserable white moonlight.

"Slap-" With a crisp sound, Mo Xiaosheng vaguely saw the other party's head swing back suddenly, and fell heavily in front of him.

"Okay, hit. The second target, in the direction of one o'clock, is about fifty meters behind the rock. Shoot. Feng Han was very excited.

Fifty meters, which can be seen clearly in the daytime, is not so easy to distinguish in the faint moonlight. It took a lot of effort for Mo Xiaosheng to capture the target. After the gunshots, there was a scream.

"You hit him in the shoulder." Feng Han said happily.

"Feng Han, you look for a target, shoot freely, and I'll give you a bullet." Mo Xiaosheng shouted. He suddenly found that if he asked Feng Han to report his location, he was looking for a qi, it was better to let Feng Han go directly, so as not to waste time in vain.

"This--" Feng Han had not yet been the main shooter, and the sudden arrival of the heavy responsibility made his heart beat wildly.

"We're running out of time, let's do it, I know you can do it." Mo Xiaosheng encouraged as he pressed the bullet into his gun.

Feng Han no longer hesitated, quickly took out the gun, slowly moved the muzzle, and began to look for the target through the straight line formed by the gap and the crosshair.

In the woods, Liang Shangjun stood behind a huge slingshot made of two trees and a cow tendon rope, holding a homemade bag the size of a football, and looked at Mark Shentu excitedly: "Lord Shentu, let's have another one, blow him up." ”

The earthen * was made by Shentu Mark, and Shentu Mark and Mo Xiaosheng gave Mo Xiaosheng two ** when they met for the first time, and Mo Xiaosheng and Deng Houfang were all black.

Although this kind of * power is a little smaller, the explosion is loud enough and the flame is bright enough to play a good deterrent effect.

This time, before planning the raid on Death Valley, Mo Xiaosheng asked Shentu Mark to bring as many * as possible, telling Shentu Mark that these homemade* would be the first key to open Death Valley.

Shentu Mark doesn't believe that his self-made these less lethal * will have much effect on this operation, but people have the psychology of showing off, no matter whether their things are good or bad, as long as they do it themselves, they will always feel that it is the best thing in the world. The so-called self-cherishing of the broom is probably the reason. Mark Shentu is a human being, so he naturally has this kind of mentality, so he brought out all the * brains he made, and he couldn't carry it himself, and asked Liang Shangjun to help him memorize some.

"No, my good niece and son-in-law said, if the little devil doesn't move, I can't waste my baby, and he also said that it must be used sparingly, and it will be of great use in the future." Shentu Mark was very proud like a child, his earthen * just made the little devil on the opposite side dare not raise his head, it was really like what Mo Xiaosheng said before the action had a big use, don't say the beauty in his heart, and there was a joy in and out of his words.

Liang Shangjun was speechless, Shentu Mark moved out of Mo Xiaosheng's instructions, and Liang Shangjun could only do it.

There were three more gunshots intermittently, and Feng Han was a little excited: "There were two headshots, and one of them injured my left arm." ”

"Good." Mo Xiaosheng was very satisfied, and handed the gun full of bullets to Feng Han: "I'll give you a big credit when I go back." ”

The three-headed Jiao looked at Mo Xiaosheng and Feng Han in a daze, and the fighters of the Anti-United Nations Special Forces suddenly became majestic and tall in his heart, especially Mo Xiaosheng, he couldn't understand how Mo Xiaosheng's brain grew? Why can everything be thought of in front of him, all the problems are not problems in front of him.

After a short silence, "pop--" after the firing of the Southern Type 14 pistol, the little devil commander finally couldn't bear it anymore and gave the order to attack.

The little devil was really well-trained, and in the shortest possible time, the firepower made the most reasonable deployment. One firepower net continued to shroud Mo Xiaosheng and Feng Han's heads, and the other firepower suppressed Shentu Mark and Liang Shangjun in the woods. This arrangement is undoubtedly the most reasonable.

However, Mo Xiaosheng was not worried about the safety of Shentu Mark and them, as the saying goes, "don't hit birds when you separate branches", not to mention that Shentu Mark and Liang Shangjun were hiding in the woods. Mo Xiaosheng still believes that Shentu Mark and Liang Shangjun will send surprises to the little devils.

Sure enough, an earthen bag, with a bewitching spark, swirled and flew over his head, exploding in the little devil emergency squad.

"My grandmother." Feng Han scolded in a low voice, rolled his body to the side, and changed his sniper position. Shoot in search of the target.

A group of people suddenly came out of the woods, and the gunfire of Japanese-made Type 38 rifles rang out.

The three-headed Jiao shouted in a panic: "It's not good, the little devil's reinforcements have arrived, and we are surrounded." ”