It was eighty meters from the first trench, and he slowly crawled over it.

The grass on the ground was too deep, and there were shrubs, and the vision was very bad, so he didn't want to see nothing like this, so after climbing more than thirty meters, he simply stood up, which was conducive to observation.

With the gun in hand, he looked around, searching for the past step by step. There is a high density of craters on the ground, and there are also mines exposed in some places.

When he was still about fifty meters away from the trench, he moved forward towards a stump of a tree that had been blown off.

The "bang" sound of the grass around him was really annoying, but it was impossible not to make a sound, so he could only try to be careful.

On the battlefield where mental tension is highly concentrated, not to mention that it is broad daylight, it is dark at night, who will not pay attention to what is going on?

It felt like stealing a bell, and the closer he got to the past, the more nervous he became.

As soon as he touched the stump like a thief, there was a sudden "pop" sound, and a bullet penetrated his crotch. He felt a rush of heat in his crotch, and before he could lie down, another bullet hit the barrel of the gun, and as soon as he let go, the gun fell into the grass on the ground.

It was only at this time that he did not reflect his God, and the ghost screamed, and immediately threw himself down in front of the stump.

The enemy was cunning, and immediately after hitting the shuttle, he hid and waited for movement.

After lying down, he couldn't see his rifle for a while, so he took off the sniper rifle on his back and pushed it forward, ready to fight back. He tilted his head and tried to glance, but his view was completely blocked by the grass.

In this way, no one dares to take their heads, lying under the stump, and it feels very bad to move forward. I should have been injured just now, my crotch became hot, and I am afraid that the key things have been knocked off!

He turned around to look for the rifle, turned his head left and right, but still couldn't find it, and then he was a little panicked.

It's not easy to do without a rifle, a sniper rifle is not a repeating weapon, and it is immediately clear whether you can fight the enemy at close range in the grass with poor line of sight.

Gotta find the rifle, he knew it should have fallen nearby. When he turned to the right to look again, he found that there was a handful in the grass, but it was damaged in battle.

Look again, there is another handful there, I don't know how. Could it be that he just threw himself out of there?

Under the cover of the stump, he moved slightly and crawled over a little, trying to take it.

But as soon as the grass moved, it immediately attracted a burst of strafing, which frightened him to quickly retract his hand, and rolled over and rolled behind the stump to hide again.

He didn't get the gun, and he almost died, and he gasped twice.

After a stalemate for a while, he really didn't think it was a problem.

There was a crater in front of the right, and he noticed that if he could hide there, he would have more room to maneuver.

As soon as he stood up leaning against the tree, the enemy's fully automatic burst weapon ...... fired again, and some bullets hit the tree, several of which flew past his ear.

He quickly turned sideways and let the tree completely block him.

At the moment, the position is unfavorable, the firepower is not enough, and I am in a situation of being passively beaten, and I feel quite annoyed to move forward.

You can't be completely controlled by people like this, and you have to get the automatic rifle on the ground anyway. Standing up, he could see clearly that the gun on the ground in the grass was fine, undamaged, and it should be his own.

Just how do you get it safely? The enemy stared at him like this, and he was very nerve-wracked.

Inadvertently, my hand touched my trouser pocket, and when I touched the hard inside, it turned out that there were two grenades. He quickly took out one and threw it low as far as he could.

The grenade spun and fell forward, taking advantage of the smoke from the explosion, he hunched over, picked up the weapon on the ground, and quickly fell back into place.

The war-damaged weapon belt just now was moved by his right foot, and he also dragged it over, almost turning him into a hungry dog robbing, so shocked that the whole person almost ran over the stump of the tree and lost cover.

Lying on the ground again, he gasped and sweated profusely. He checked the rifle he had picked up, and the bullet was gone.

This is a Soviet-style AK-47, which is said to have much better performance than the imitation of the five or six type. After changing the magazine, he pushed the bullet and loaded it, put the safety in bursts, and waited for the right moment.

With automatic weapons in hand, he decided to approach the trench again, or at least move to the crater.

At this time, the smoke of the grenade explosion had dissipated, and he carried the sniper rifle diagonally, took out the remaining grenade, and took a deep breath. In a flash of thought, he felt that this was not very appropriate, the grenade could no longer be used like that, and it might be of great help to keep it for the trenches or something.

"There it is!" Looking at his side, he put away the grenade and picked up the battle-damaged weapon that he had brought back from his feet just now.

The gun was completely useless, but it was of great use to him now. He took it, tried to calm his heartbeat, and then suddenly stuck it out to his left and stirred the grass.

The enemy hurriedly strafed him to the left, and he threw the broken spear away, directing the rain of bullets farther away.

Seeing that the plan was working, he stood up sharply forward, and appeared on the right side of the stump in a flash.

The grass was sparse, and as he lunged forward, he saw two enemy soldiers in front of him, one of whom was lying on the surface of the front of the trench, in a shooting position.

He raised his hand and fired two shots at the guy in the trench who was turning the muzzle of the gun, and one shot was in the shoulder of the man in front of him. It was a dead man, and he could clearly see the bullets tearing through his clothes and entering with his mouth open, but the guy in the trench he was dealing with was not shot.

The enemy roared and counterattacked, but the gun in his hand only "snapped" and did not fire again.

Moving forward, he was frightened, and continued to shoot in the rush.

So close, but he didn't hit the other party. Originally, he was good at sports shooting, but he may lack run-in with this gun.

The guy didn't know if he was frightened, and he didn't shrink back to avoid the edge for a while, but picked up another weapon placed next to him in the rain of bullets.

As he ran, he leveled the barrel of the gun forward, roaring for another short shot.

I don't know if the distance was too close, but the bullet finally took effect, and the enemy suddenly lay on the front of the trench and did not move.

Forward, the muzzle of the gun was smoking, and the bullets continued to hit the front of the trench, sending dirt flying.

Seeing that the other enemy who had just emerged next to him did not say anything, and did not serve as a target for his gun, he immediately retracted into the cat's ear hole in the trench. This guy swore he had never seen such a vicious soldier in his life, and he was so scared that he couldn't do it.

The grass was shallower under his feet, and he jumped forward over a crater, and there was a larger one in front of him, and beyond that he was the edge of the trench. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw many of his brothers lying around him, all of them dead, some of them very badly, and there were no corpses.

Immediately after jumping off the crater, he threw himself forward, stuck out his head and gun, and held his breath towards the trench, which was only two or three paces away, waiting for his opponent to come up and fight ready-made.

But now the distance was too close, and he felt that the muzzle of his gun was almost poking into the trench for the enemy to see.