When it comes to the suppressiveness of weapons, of course, it is better to be fully automatic, although the accuracy is not as good as that of a sniper rifle.

But the evacuation has to buy time, and time is measured in seconds, and as long as you can fire first and cover the past with a shuttle, you will be able to suppress it for at least a few seconds.

By this time he would be able to run a long way, and by the time the enemy came back again, he might have reached a safe place. Therefore, the more accurate sniper rifle was not very useful, and he carried it on his back with a large slanted shoulder.

With the gun on his back, the stone crevice was narrow after all, and it took him a lot of effort to carry the backpack and radio next.

Maybe the weather was too hot, and he only made a slight movement, and the sweat accelerated again.

As a last resort, he stretched out his black sleeve again and wiped it on the left side of his face, which made his face hot and painful.

This kind of ghost weather, as long as it is alive, it will sweat, and it will not sweat unless it is dead! Therefore, it is a blessing to be able to sweat and to sweat, and it cannot be said to be a sin.

But his body was sweating too much, and he was only afraid of severe dehydration, and then he would die at any time during the evacuation.

The last drop of water in his pot was drunk after receiving the order to retreat at about six o'clock, and when the command asked him what he wanted most to eat after withdrawing, he said that soda and canned beef fried peas were prepared.

The deputy commander of the regiment who had arrived patted his chest and assured him that he would deliver at least twelve bottles of soda and ten canned beef, and that he would serve them himself, and now he thought of them in his head from time to time, and his throat felt like a hand had been stretched out, and his hunger and thirst were even more unbearable.

Everything was ready to stop, and he craned his throat and carefully looked forward for a moment.

In addition to the tree that was blown down in the canyon, there was also a bush of green and lush plantains not far ahead, which looked very eye-catching.

Once you arrive safely, you can quench your thirst by cutting the roots of the plantain with a knife.

Now it's tempting for him to get out of here as soon as possible and get there!

Seeing that the southeast wind was blowing, he threw the last remaining small piece of compressed biscuit into his mouth, stretched his neck, chewed twice, and said that it was strange that he swallowed in a dry mouth, and his strength seemed to grow suddenly.

The blades of grass swayed in the wind in the direction of his left hand, which was quite advantageous, and he stepped forward with an automatic rifle in his right hand, stood on the edge of the cliff, and threw the smoke grenade out with his left hand at the right time.

The smoke bomb landed on the edge of a small crater more than 20 meters away, rolled in the sparse scorched grass, and began to smoke "suddenly" after a "bang" sound.

Diagonally opposite, the Gaoping dual-purpose machine gun he had contacted was the first to shout, and the bullets made a terrible sound of breaking through the air, hitting him above his head, and the mud and rocks fell.

In an instant, the whole line was agitated, and the gunfire was loud.

Taking advantage of the fact that the smoke dispersed with the wind, enveloping the exposed area, he breathed more tightly forward, and jumped off the cliff wall more than five feet high.

landed safely, did not stumble, did not step on the mine, and the whole person stood firmly on the rock. The first step of the evacuation operation was successful!

He crouched down and glanced to his right, but he saw nothing in the smoke.

But just because he couldn't see the enemy across the wide valley in front of him didn't mean that the enemy couldn't see him on the high ground over there.

The second step is to adopt the first log within the action plan.

Looking back, across a bush of grass, the log pointing to eleven o'clock was crooked, the size of a sea bowl.

He had to jump over and step on it, pass quickly, and make another vertical jump next to the blown tree in front of him.

It's hard to see what was going on over there, but he couldn't remember the position of the jump on the log here.

The most important thing at the moment is to get started! One more second is the guarantee of life! Without hesitation, he stepped onto the log.

The log shook a little, nearly fiddling him to the ground.

Forward, with a gun in one hand and a balanced posture in the other, he half-bent over and ran two steps.

He was in good shape, he did well on the log that was swinging from side to side in the grass, and in an instant he was by the fallen treetops.

But the unexpected happened!

When he jumped over the tree for a while, his speed and physical strength were enough, but what he never expected was that the long sniper barrel on his shoulder tripped a branch that grew diagonally upward.

Because of the force with which he jumped vertically, and the reaction force was also great, the branch grabbed him mercilessly and fell straight to the ground.

That's not good! He raised his leg high and stepped on the branches of the treetops and ran forward with all his might, but the branches did not break away from him, but pulled the whole tree with a greater reaction, and pulled him back at once.

That's not good! In an instant, he was sweating profusely. This time, the sweat was completely different from the previous one, and my heart was restless, and I didn't know whether it was hot or cold.

In this way, he didn't even succeed in moving forward three times, and he couldn't help but panic and hurry when he was stuck there and still struggled to get out.

After only two or three seconds of delay, the enemy reacted, and across the river valley, bullets hit him from the high ground over there, and "poof" hit him.

Everything was messed up in an instant.

His entire body was exposed to the enemy defenders in the opposite valley, and what should have been a smooth evacuation turned into a struggle in front of the Ghost Gate.

Enemy bullets rained down, piercing through the smoke screen and sealing off the entire area in reach. Now it's a target! If he didn't get into the crater in front of the treetops in time, he might have to die in the next second.

In desperation, he threw himself down to the left and ventured against the treetops.

He subconsciously climbed forward twice, regardless of whether there were mines under him.

But he only climbed twice, and the branch between the barrel and the back of his shoulder pulled him back to crawl.

What the is this!

In the midst of his struggle, he instinctively backhanded the damn branch on his right shoulder.

The branches were thicker, and he couldn't break them in an instant.

Half-turning his head like this, the steel helmet in front of his head suddenly "clanged" and was hit by gravity, which was caused by a bullet! Straight to the deflection of the helmet.

At this time, there was another "poof", and a stray bullet passed through his waist and shot into the ground, and he felt the skin on his right rib cage heat up.

Covered with such a rain of bullets, if you continue to fall here, you will definitely die! Moving forward, he grabbed the branch with his left hand and pulled it forward with all his might, and it loosened.

Pulling it again, the branches and leaves were pulled in front of the head.

After letting go, the branch and leaf bounced back with a "bang", but it was interrupted by another stray bullet halfway through.

Sweating forward, he screamed again, using his hands and feet together, but no matter what minefield was gone, he crawled into the crater in front of him.

Although the movements at this time are not generous and decent, the speed is extremely fast.